Jiang Zimo tried his best to chat patiently with the French woman named Julia for a while. When she heard clearly that the other person was actually a zodiac personality expert and the owner of a tarot card studio, she almost burst out laughing.
Julia was a little confused by her smile and thought she didn't believe in this science, so she immediately demonstrated tarot card calculations in front of her.
"The upright position shows destined love, and the reverse position shows destined collision. Wow, Jiang, it seems that good things are coming for you. Prince Charming will appear soon." Julia looked at her with a mysterious face.
After blinking, Jiang Zimo couldn't help but smile to show acceptance.
In fact, after leaving Jiangcheng, she had already decided to forget the Jiang manuscripts that she had accidentally learned. Maybe she was too sensitive, maybe her predictions about the future were too pessimistic. In short, in Jiang
From Zi Mo's perspective, having this extraordinary ability to control something beyond the worldly world means that your life must have more unknown risks than others.
After all, God is fair. If He gives you this ability, he will definitely make you suffer other injustices. This is a check and balance. Otherwise, how can you let ordinary people live?
Therefore, during more than two years abroad, she forced herself to forget those things and determined not to recall them in her mind.
After finally waiting for Julia to put away the cards and go back to her friends, Jiang Zimo also put away his easel, preparing to polish it up after going home.
Seeing her dismantling the tall wooden easel and putting it away, a young man over there took the initiative to come over and help her. French men always pay attention to grace, so Jiang Zimo declined politely, so she let him go.
The two took down the easel and put it away. Jiang Zimo thanked her and were walking down the mountain when they suddenly heard a noise from the crowd over there.
"Jiang, come quickly and take a look, there is a Chinese here! He is injured! Oh, my God, what kind of wound is this? It's really serious!"
When Jiang Zimo heard Julia's exaggerated shouting, her eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkled. She didn't want to be troublesome at first, but when she heard her say that the injured person was a Chinese, she couldn't bear it.
Come.
After all, there are not many Chinese among the tourists here, and they are still compatriots. Or, is it not necessarily that I can really help?
Just like that, Jiang Zimo squeezed into the circle by mistake. After entering, he saw that he was really a cute, beautiful and very young oriental boy.
The boy was very young, in his twenties at most. It looked like he had been injured on his legs. There were large old blood stains on his jeans-wearing legs. His face was pale, and his eyes were open in a dull and confused manner.
The whole person looked very weak and pitiful.
He seemed to only speak Chinese, not very good English, and even less French. Several French tourists who found him chatted around him for a long time, but in the end they just ended up staring at each other.
Jiang Zimo couldn't help but feel a bit of compassion. They were both foreigners in a foreign land. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, she still had this awareness.
So I arranged for several people to prepare a stretcher to take him to the hospital. I knelt down and asked the boy a few questions, hoping to find out his identity first.