Chapter eight hundred and eighty seventh rooster falls on the phoenix group
At this time, the traitor's serious and pretentious state was vividly described. It's not that I can't afford it, but that you obviously have nothing to sell to me.
Just as the steward who was born in 1982 was about to turn around and push the cart, Director Zhao suddenly pulled Xiang Que down and said, "Fellow Taoist, why don't you give this friend some money and let him have a few drinks?"
"Huh?" Xiang Que looked at him in confusion, blinked his speechless little eyes, and asked: "Why...what?"
"God has the virtue of good life, and people naturally have a desire to help others. It is also a good thing to give him a bottle of wine to fulfill his wish." Zhao Jiahui's tone was clear and his expression was clear. What he said was profound and righteous.
Xiang Que squinted his eyes and asked: "Is it like the ancestors cut off meat to feed the eagles? Then if he is sick and has a few waists, I have to cut one for him, and if he needs a wife, I have to give him one? Is this the truth?
"
Zhao Jiahui thought carefully for a moment, then nodded righteously and said: "It's not a bad idea to help others first."
"No... I'm fucking weird." Xiang Que stretched his neck, looked him up and down and said, "It's not easy for you to live such a big life with all the parts intact, Lei Feng.
Are you reincarnated? Why do you ask me to get money in a serious manner? What's the point of this?"
"Since you are confused, then you and I can explain this matter more carefully." Zhao Jiahui sat upright and said seriously: "My principle is..."
Xiang Que's head suddenly buzzed and blurred. He took out the money from his pocket and slapped it on the traitor's hand, saying: "Uncle, take it."
Xiang Que immediately waved his hand and said to Zhao Jiahui: "Stop talking nonsense, you are right, I will give you all the money you see."
Zhao Jiahui hummed, nodded and said: "It's quite early to wake up, fellow Taoist, you realize it very quickly."
Damn it, Xiang Que is really scared. He knows that once Zhao Jiahui breaks up with you, he will never let it go until the end. If he keeps saying this, he won’t even be able to sleep tonight.
No need to sleep anymore.
The traitor bared his big yellow teeth and took the money in his hand very happily. After saying thank you, he greeted the flight attendant and said with a slight embarrassment: "Since there is no one from 1982, then this is just a drink."
Come on, have a bottle of wine.”
"A bottle of 52-degree white dry wine, I asked you to describe the atmosphere of Bordeaux to me. Uncle, you are quite a sweetheart." The flight attendant brought him a bottle of wine to get his change. The traitor said very reservedly: "A glass of spring breeze with peach and plum blossoms."
Wine is like a lamp in the rainy night of the rivers and lakes for ten years. How can one live a life without wine while walking outside?"
The traitor took the change very calmly and put it in his pocket very calmly. He took the wine and sat down at the table.
The flight attendant who was born in 1982 was pushing the car in a daze, and looked back frequently. A blush suddenly appeared on his face: "The poem he said to me is about both spring and night. Is there any hint...
··So disgusting”
Xiang Que was completely helpless. This train ride was absolutely wonderful!
The traitors sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the bottle of wine and took a sip of it. Then they tore open the package of the roasted chicken, pulled off a greasy chicken leg and bit off most of it in one bite. They were very happy with the meal.
The traitor finished eating the chicken legs, then took out the train ticket from his pocket and put it on the table. He pointed at the ticket and asked Xiang Que, "Little brother, let me ask, this is for Nanjing. What time will it arrive tomorrow?"
"Two or three o'clock in the afternoon"
"Ah, it's quite a long time." The traitor wiped the oil on his hands, and then asked: "It's my first time to go out so far, so I don't understand. I just want to ask, I have heard people talk about tickets before.
The letter "k" stands for express and "t" stands for express, so what does the letter "z" on my ticket mean?"
Xiang Que glanced at him and shook his head.
Zhao Jiahui stretched his neck and said loudly: "It means being quick."
"Ugh!" Han Jie Fen and Xiang Que were immediately confused. They looked at each other speechlessly. Han Jie Fen asked in a low voice: "Little brother, I still want to ask... Nowadays, mentally ill people can be left alone."
Is anyone going out? No one is watching, it’s not good, okay?”
Xiang Que sweated furiously. He felt that the traitor was no better than Qing Xuzi. The two of them were exactly the same and both were mentally abnormal.
After a while, half of the roast chicken on the table had been eaten, and more than half of the bottle of 52-degree Laobaigan was drunk. At this time, the traitor's face was obviously red, and he was in a state of state.
Wiping the oil on his mouth carefully with his hand, the traitor bit the meat shreds in the flowerpot, burped, tilted his head and said to Xiang Que: "Little brother, thank you for your generosity."
Xiang Que pointed at Zhao Jiahui, who was leaning on the carriage with his eyes closed and concentrating, and said with a smile, "You should thank him more."
"Thank you all, thank you all." The traitor rubbed his hands together, and then said: "Hey, don't waste your money on buying wine. As soon as the train stops and everyone goes their separate ways, they may not be able to pay for the wine."
Xiang Que waved his hand indifferently: "As long as you are happy, you don't have to pay back the money."
"How about I show you your fortune and tell your fortune?"
Xiang Que blinked, pointed at his nose and said, "You said you would read my fortune?"
The traitor immediately sat up straight, frowned and stretched out his right hand, counting back and forth with his fingers like chicken claws, and muttered something in his mouth.
Xiang Que is completely stupid!
After a while, the traitor put down his right hand, looked at Xiang Que with half-lidded eyes and said, "You have an unusual face."
Xiang Que groaned and scratched his head: "Is that good or bad?"
The traitor said: "I can't say whether it's good or bad. I'd like to say that you are a dragon and a phoenix among people with extraordinary bones and a majestic head. You must think I'm a charlatan. You can't believe me if I tell you that if you have a black body, you will be in trouble.
Right?"
Xiang Que laughed and asked, "Look, just tell me, what exactly is my face?"
"I can see from your face that you had a rough childhood, and you have been running around in adulthood. Before that, your life has been a torment." The traitor touched his chin, smashed his mouth, and said: "
If nothing unexpected happens, the rest of your life will be bumpy and bumpy, and there may even be bloody disasters recently, but I have a message for you, please listen carefully."
Xiang Que licked his lips and said with a smile: "You tell me, I'll listen."
"There is a cloud in the northwest sky, and the rooster alights on the phoenix... When you go to Nanjing, you will be surrounded by phoenixes, which may cause a sudden appearance of blood. Listen to me, avoid it if you can. Travel around Nanjing.
Just don’t go”
Xiang Que knocked on the table and said, "The tickets have been bought, it would be a shame not to go."
The traitor looked at him and said softly: "Phoenix belongs to fire. If you are in trouble, you can just walk on the Qinhuai River and you will naturally avoid this disaster."