It's getting dark, but University Road in Seoul, known as the Broadway of Asia, is extremely lively.
Three young Seoul National University external students accompanied several French students, including Qiong Ying, on a tour of South Korea's premier cultural street.
I heard that there are more than 100 large and small theaters here, with various performances all year round. In addition, there are many delicious food. It is a place often visited by many college students and young people.
A group of young people had finished watching the play and were sitting in a small bar enjoying the happy evening.
Qiongying bit the straw of her milk tea and listened to a handsome young man from Seoul National University introducing them to the attractions in this area. She frowned slightly and flipped through the travel tips in her hand with some irritation.
She didn't really listen to a few words. She was bored, and suddenly her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new world.
Those bright eyes looked curiously at the fortune teller in the corner of the park, and their eyes began to wander.
"You guys walk here, I'll take a look over there." Qiongying patted her companion on the shoulder and walked towards the fortune teller with a big jump.
It's not that she's superstitious, it's just fun.
Sometimes, it is also a good experience to divine your own destiny and listen to the fortune teller's nonsense.
Qiongying flipped up the end of her ponytail, squatted in front of the fortune teller, imitated the previous tourist's inexplicable behavior, stretched out her finger, and asked directly in Korean: "You can count it for me."
The fortune teller was an old man. He pretended to hold her hand and examine it for a moment, then looked at her kind smile. "What does the girl want? Marriage?"
Qiong Ying shrugged her shoulders and nodded lightly: "Even if it's marriage, please help me figure out when my Prince Charming will show up."
"Fate is destined, and a broken mirror reunites. Girl, there are only two words for your marriage, fate."
"What do you mean?" Qiongying blinked.
Then, just as she expected, at this time, the fortune teller said something unpredictable: "The secret must not be leaked."
puff……
Qiong Ying was so happy that her eyebrows flew into her temples, forget it, just for fun, she gave her money and left.
Destined by destiny, can we reunite after breaking the mirror?
Fate!
What a lie, this money is so easy to earn, in the future when she doesn’t have a job, she can set up a stall and tell other people’s fortunes.
Qiongying murmured as she walked. She suddenly felt something was not right as she walked. She always felt like she was being watched. She looked around and found nothing wrong.
But women all have a sixth sense of danger. Qiong Ying quickly took two steps back to the open-air bar, returned to her original position and sat down.
"Yingying, they said they wanted to watch a play again, are you going?" The classmate next to her asked her twice but she didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her: "Yingying, what are you watching?"
"
Qiongying was startled, shook her head, and whispered into her classmate's ear: "Do you feel like you are being watched?"
"Where? Have you watched too many movies? Or do you have paranoia? We are not big shots. How can we be watched when we go shopping? Come on, let's go to the drama." The classmate pulled her up and smiled.
mock her.
After hearing this, Qiong Ying curled her lips slightly, followed the troops, and laughed at herself: "Maybe I'm too sensitive. What drama are you watching?"
""Death Without a Burial Place", haha, are you scared?
"I'm afraid. It's a joke. You don't know how brave I am."
A group of people, chatting and laughing, walked into a nearby theater.