Seeing that Long Zhutian had left, the depressed Min Gang stepped forward on his bicycle. He wanted to ask Yang Zimei who that person was just now, but he held it back. He was not very familiar with her, so he really had no right to ask.
"Get in the car!" was all he said to her.
Yang Zimei was about to jump into the car when he suddenly remembered Long Zhutian's words, "You are not allowed to sit in that boy's car in the future." As if under a spell, he stopped.
She said to Min Gang with a slight guilt: "Thank you, I want to take a walk, the journey is not far away."[
"Then I'll go with you!"
"No, I want to go for a walk by myself." Yang Zimei refused.
Min Gang's handsome face flashed with disappointment. He looked at her deeply and said in a slightly frustrated tone, "Okay, then be careful, I'll go back."
"See you."
"See you at school tomorrow!"
Min Gang showed a slightly forced smile, waved to Yang Zimei, and pedaled away on his bicycle.
Yang Zimei looked at his young figure who was gradually moving away, sighed slightly, and walked slowly down the street.
"Miss, your hall is darkened and you are in danger of a bloody disaster——"
Suddenly, someone grabbed the hem of her skirt and said.
Yang Zimei turned around and found that she had unconsciously walked to a fortune-telling street. There were several fortune-telling stalls with white cloth flags, and they were nothing more than writing about living gods, divine fortune tellers, palm readings, and fortune-telling.
Words like hexagram transforming evil spirits.
She spent a lot of time in this street in her last life, and she knew all the fortune tellers who set up stalls here. The fortune teller who grabbed her, who was wearing sunglasses and pretending to be blind, was nicknamed Biaodong.
Bedong's disabled wife died early, leaving behind two sons, and the two sons were extremely unfilial. They loved gambling and drinking, and did not do their jobs properly. They often forced him for money, and even beat and scolded him when he was drunk, which was very difficult.
Poor old man.
At that time, Yang Zimei set up a stall next to him. Although she was trying to steal his business, he felt pity for her. She was a girl who had to be a magic stick at a young age. He also taught her a lot of tricks to make a magic stick. One observation, two sets, three tricks.
blow.
As he had been favored by him in his last life, Yang Zimei did not expose his boasting skills, so he pretended to believe him and listened to his bragging. Then he gave him the fifty yuan he had with him and smiled.
Just leave.
Bedong took the fifty yuan note, touched it carefully, looked at it, and found that it was genuine. He was so happy that he thought he had really deceived a big fish.
Seeing that he had gotten money, the bragging man who was setting up a stall on the other side became jealous. When he saw Yang Zimei walking by, he deliberately poked the crutch in his hand and said, "Miss, your face is pink, your eyes are narrow and springy, and your pupils are darker than white. Fish."
If the tail is raised, you are committing a peach blossom evil. You must break the evil, otherwise you will be disfigured. To break the evil, it is best to find me. I received the guidance of the gods in my dream, and I have the spiritual power to communicate with the gods of heaven and earth, and to see the secrets of the sky...
"
Yang Zimei watched him coldly as he spat and boasted.
In her last life, bragging was one of the people she hated the most.
This man is selfish and greedy for small profits, and has no ethics at all. He often undermines his colleagues in order to grab business. Once, he even deliberately stepped on Yang Zimei's fortune-telling flag...[
She opened her heavenly eyes and looked at him, then asked sarcastically: "You said I committed a peach blossom evil, but did you calculate that you would be in a big disaster later?"
"I am a living god. I can naturally seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and I can also help others seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. If you don't believe it -"
Before he could finish speaking, the tree above his head suddenly broke with a snap and hit him on the shoulder, knocking him unconscious.
The corners of Yang Zimei's lips curled up slightly, then drifted away.
She is not a living Lei Feng!
It's very satisfying to see someone you hate being unlucky!
