The old man turned his head to the source of his gaze, and then smiled slightly at the figure not far away.
Lu Sheng looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that he had been exposed to the eyes of a blind man, and he was at a loss for a moment.
Lu Sheng thought of Xiaoqing once telling him that blind people would have extremely developed hearing without the fetters of vision.
"The old man may have developed the ability to recognize people by listening to their voices, and maybe the long-term gaze of a person next to him will still be captured by his ears."
Just as Lu Sheng was thinking, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Let's do some fortune telling."
The old man said softly in the direction of Lu Sheng.
Many people passed by the old man one after another. Many people have long been accustomed to the existence of this special profession. Although they still have some contempt for this profession, compared with those who just stretch out their hands to beg for food and get something for nothing.
, they are more or less worthy of respect, after all, they make money based on their skills.
Lu Sheng was stunned and didn't reply. The old man didn't turn his head and kept facing Lu Sheng.
Maybe it was because I felt lonely when I saw the old man there alone, or maybe I thought that he had the same problem as me.
Lu Sheng slowly moved closer, and finally decided to have a fortune telling. He was getting closer and closer to the old man.
People around saw Lu Sheng approaching the old fortune teller and showing a meaningful smile. Finally, someone was patronizing the stool next to the old man, and the old man was about to open his business.
Lu Sheng asked hesitantly, "How is this calculated?"
"Let's do the math first. If my calculation is accurate, you will give me more. If it is inaccurate, you will think that I am an old man talking nonsense. Haha..."
The old man had a smile on his face. He had already made some initial judgments about the person in front of him.
The night before the holiday, a person was walking alone on a busy street, silently looking at the fortune teller, hesitating and hesitating. No one with a satisfactory life would stand alone on such a special day.
On the street, the old man has been walking around for many years, and he will notice no matter how small the details are.
The old man held up his glasses frame with his hand and said tentatively, "How about I give you a test?"
Lu Sheng looked at the blind old man in front of him with confusion, thinking to himself, is it a word test? Am I telling you?
The old man seemed to be able to read minds, and seemed to have noticed Lu Sheng's thoughts. He raised his hand and said with a smile, "You can write it on the palm of my hand, or you can tell it to me directly."
Lu Sheng sat on the stool. He always felt that if it was a word test, it would be better to write the words out to have a sense of ceremony, so he said softly, "I'd better write it on your hand."
The old man put his hand in front of Lu Sheng, and Lu Sheng could write just by raising his hand. He was puzzled and wondered whether the old man was really blind.
The old man was waiting patiently. Lu Sheng hesitated in front of him. The old man just thought that he was thinking about finding a suitable Chinese character.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the nights in the north are no longer so hot, and sometimes a gust of wind can even bring a bit of coolness.
Lu Sheng wrapped his clothes around his body to resist the cool wind, which also blew on the old man's gray beard, which was swaying irregularly with the rhythm of the wind.
The old man sat up straighter and moved his buttocks again. The wind blew by the corner of his clothes, and he lowered his head and ignored it.
Lu Sheng slowly raised his hand, stretched out his index finger and began to write. He has a characteristic when writing, that is, he never writes in the normal order of writing. For example, when he is about to write the word "Lu", he usually writes it first.
Lu Sheng did the opposite. Every time he wrote, he wrote corpse first, and then he wrote the character vertically and horizontally.
It is because of this that he always baffled his classmates when he was in class. Gradually, the students got used to it.
The old man also felt the abnormality of this writing order. While Lu Sheng was writing, the old man was thinking in his mind and writing strangely. He could work on this writing order later and see how he could say it in a reasonable way.
"Young man, which aspect are you trying to test?"
"Test my life." Lu Sheng said it decisively without thinking for too long, because he just wanted to see why fate was so unfair.
The old man twirled his goatee with his hand and frowned. He had already prepared a plan for what he was going to say. What he was doing now was just pretentious.
"Your character determines the order in which you write, and your character is the truest reflection of your life."
What the old man said was very fantasy, and Lu Sheng was confused. The old man glanced at Lu Sheng secretly, and continued with satisfaction, "The corpse below the word above means that you have witnessed too many life and death in your life."
The old man paused deliberately. He touched his beard again, but in his heart he was hoping that his guess would be accurate this time.
Lu Sheng said nothing and responded to the old man's words with quiet acquiescence.
The old man was secretly happy that he could finally make a deal. He coughed and just smiled. He didn't say another word for a long time.