Sure enough, after a while, the big brother in Huo Wenhua's black handbag rang.
He took out a brick-sized mobile phone, connected it, and listened carefully. His face suddenly became sad, his body trembled, and he knelt on the ground. He kowtowed three times toward the east where Hong Kong is located, and his eyes were full of tears.
Seeing his sad look, Yang Zimei thought about the destruction of his family in his previous life, and felt extremely sad in his heart, and couldn't help crying.
"Niuniu, why are you crying?"[
Yang He asked strangely when he saw the sudden tears.
Yang Zimei stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, "Seeing that Mr. Huo was sad because he lost his father, I couldn't help crying."
"Mr. Huo? How do you know he is Mr. Huo? Do you know him?" Yang He asked strangely.
His voice was so loud that both Hua Shaoguang and the grieving Huo Wenhua heard it.
Huo Wenhua stood up from the ground, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Yang Zimei doubtfully.
When he came here, he never revealed his identity, and no one knew that his father had just passed away.
How did this girl know?
He looked at Yang Zimei in confusion, and found that this girl was very different. Her black and white pupils had a maturity and compassion that was incompatible with her age. It seemed that she had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and there was a little red between her eyebrows.
The cinnabar mole made her little face shine, and the skin all over her body was as white as jade, even glowing slightly.
Over the past few decades, he has seen many people, but he has never seen such a child.
"Little girl, come here!" He waved to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei walked over, looked up at Huo Wenhua slightly, and said to him in a childish voice: "Hello, Mr. Huo, what do you want me to do?"
"Little girl, how do you know my surname is Huo?" Huo Wenhua was even more surprised when he saw that this little girl was different from other rural children and had no timidity.
"I figured it out." Yang Zimei said with a faint smile.
Yang He helped from the side and said, "Don't look at Niuniu because she is young, but she is a disciple of the old god on the mountain, and her fortune telling is accurate."
"Oh? Learning Yi Xue at such a young age? It's really rare." Huo Wenhua turned to Hua Shaoguang and asked, "Master Hua, is it difficult to figure out a person's surname?"
Hua Shaoguang glanced at Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei also gave him a very strange feeling, but he absolutely did not believe that a little girl could master real metaphysics, let alone calculate a stranger's surname. Even he could not, so he said disapprovingly, "
I guess she just watched you on TV."
In 1992, Huo Wenhua's family fortune was not big enough, only 30 million. He had very few opportunities to appear on TV. It was impossible for him to be recognized by such a young girl.
However, out of respect for Hua Shaoguang, he did not say much, but continued to ask: "Then can you calculate other information about me?" [
Yang Zimei nodded slightly, "Mr. Huo came from Hong Kong and is looking for a feng shui place to bury his late father."
Hearing her words, Huo Wenhua was completely shocked.
He brought Hua Shaoguang here because he really wanted to find a geomantic treasure in his hometown and fulfill his father's wish to return to his roots.
When passing by Yang Village, I discovered that there was an old nanmu with golden threads, which was the best material for making a coffin, so I stopped and wanted to buy the nanmu.
