The sky is getting dark, but the University of Seoul, which is known as the Broadway of Asia, is extremely lively on the road.
Three young Seoul University's foreign students accompanied by several French students, including Qiong Ying, played in this Korean leading cultural street.
I heard that more than 100 large and small theaters are gathered here. There are various performances all year round. In addition, there are many foods. It is a place where many college students and young people often care about.
After watching the drama, a group of young people were sitting in a small bar to enjoy the happy time in the evening.
Qiong Ying bit his milk tea straw, listening to the introduction of a young handsome guy in Seoul University with Ballabara's introduction, and frowned slightly with a slightly irritable tourist tips in his hand.
She didn't really listen to a few words. In boring, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she seemed to find the New World.
Those bright eyes looked at the fortune teller in the corner of the park curiously, and the eyes gurgled.
"You go here, I go there to see it." Qiong Ying patted his companion's shoulder, and walked towards Mr. Dicotya.
It's not that she is superstitious, it's just fun.
Sometimes, it is also a good experience to divide his own destiny and listening to the misconduct.
Qiong Ying slammed the end of the ponytail, squatted in front of the fortune teller, learned the inexplicable tourists, stretched out his fingers, and asked directly in Korean: "Give me one."
The fortune teller was an old man, holding her hand for a while, and looked at her kind smile. "What is the girl? Marriage?"
Qiong Ying shrugged, and nodded lightly: "Even if the marriage, you can help me count when my Prince of the White Horse will appear."
"Fate is settled, the broken mirror is rounded. Girl, your marriage, there are only two words, fate."
"What does it mean?" Qiong Ying blinked.
Then, without what she expected, at this time, the fortune teller came with a deep sentence: "The heavens cannot be leaked."
puff……
Qiong Ying's eyebrows flew into the sacrifice. Forget it, it was a lot of joy, and gave money to leave.
The fate is set, and the mirror breaks the mirror?
Fate!
What kind of deceitful ghost words, this money is really easy to earn, and after she did not work, she would set up a stall for other people's fortune -telling.
Qiong Ying murmured while walking, and suddenly felt that it was not right. She always felt a sense of being stared at. She looked around and found that there was something wrong.
But women will have the sixth sense of danger. Qiong Ying took two steps, returned to the open -air bar, returned to the original position and sat down.
"Yingying, they said they want to watch the drama again, can you go?" The classmate next to her asked her not to answer the two, and stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her: "Yingying, what are you watching?
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Qiong Ying shook her head, shook her head, and murmured in her classmates: "Do you feel, it seems like the feeling of being monitored."
"Where is it? Is it too much in the movie? Or do you have a victimized delusion. We are not a big person, how can we be monitored when you come out and go to the street, go, go to the drama." The classmate pulled her up and smiled with a smile.
Mobilize her.
Qiong Ying listened to her lips slightly, kept up with the large team, and laughed at myself: "Maybe I am too sensitive. What drama to watch?"
"" The Land of Dead Buried ", haha, are you afraid?
"I'm afraid, joke, you don’t know how big I am."
A group of people, talk and laugh, walk into a nearby theater.