While queuing up to buy tickets at the gate of the Humble Administrator's Garden, Su Wanqing wandered aside and saw an octogenarian woman over eighty years old. In front of her was a green bamboo dustpan filled with gardenias.
She was squatting on the steps on the west side of the Humble Administrator's Garden, with a peaceful smile on her face and a faint white cloud covering her eyes. She was obviously blind.
"Girl, do you want to buy gardenias? They cost five yuan each. They are so fragrant."
Su Wanqing was surprised how this eighty-year-old woman knew that she was a girl. She knelt down, picked a gardenia, and put it in her hand to look at it.
The petals are mellow and rich, refreshing; the flower stems are inserted with extremely thin green bamboo strips to hold them up for easy holding.
"Grandma, I want one." As she said that, Su Wanqing took out a fifty note from her bag and handed it over.
The 80-year-old woman touched the money with her hand and said with a confused look on her face: "I'm sorry, girl, I don't have that much change for you. You see, although there are many tourists visiting the Humble Administrator's Garden, there are actually not many."
People are patronizing my old lady’s house.”
As she spoke, she handed her trembling, wrinkled hands back to Su Wanqing, and said with a smile: "The gardenias are all grown in my own yard, and the green bamboos were made by the old lady herself in her spare time. If the girl
If you like it, I’ll give you one.”
Su Wanqing pushed back the fifty-fifty card, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was soft and soft, possessing the innate power to heal people's hearts.
"Grandma, this one is only five yuan. It's hard for your eyesight, so you made a mistake. The flowers are very nice, I bought them."
With that said, Su Wanqing took the gardenias, stood up and was about to leave.
"Girl, wait a minute." The octogenarian woman stopped her anxiously, with a knowing smile on her face, "Can you give me your hand?"
Su Wanqing paused, feeling that the old man in front of him was very kind and had no doubts, so he handed her his hand.
The octogenarian woman touched Su Wanqing's hand carefully, as if touching the bones, especially the palm prints, and stayed there for a long time. She closed her eyes and frowned slightly, as if she was sensing something.
"Girl, you have gone through many vicissitudes of life and had a lot of misfortunes."
Su Wanqing's body stiffened for a moment. It turned out that this old woman wanted to tell her fortune.
"You were married three times in your life, and your love journey was bumpy and tortuous, but your final marriage was a happy one."
Marry three times in her life? Isn’t that wrong? She will get married three times? This is a bit...
"Thank you, grandma." Su Wanqing felt a little uncomfortable and withdrew her hand, not wanting to hear what this octogenarian woman said next.
It is said that children and the elderly are the closest to the mysterious world, and they can often see things that young people cannot. Although Su Wanqing is an atheist, he cannot arbitrarily deny all matters of metaphysics.
Everything, as long as it exists, must have a reason for its existence.
Su Wanqing turned around and prepared to leave, but the voice of the old woman behind her still reached her ears clearly.
"Gently hold the arm of time, carve the traces of time, look for the gap of hope in the cold sea, watch for happiness, and swim to the other side."
Like drums in the evening and bells in the morning, the octogenarian woman's words struck Su Wanqing's chest one by one and could not be let go for a long time.
When she came back to her senses, Luo Xichen was already standing beside her with two tickets and said with a smile: "Qing Wan, the tickets are bought, let's go in."