Ding Fan turned around and saw that Bai Yifei was not in the corridor at all. He suddenly felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, and the eye patch was snatched away from his face by Cai Cai.
"You actually cheated."
Ding Fan was very angry and blamed himself for being too relaxed, otherwise, how could he be fooled by such a childish trick.
Cai Cai laughed loudly, rushed back to her room, and locked the door directly. Ding Fan knocked on the door, but she ignored it and lay down on the bed still laughing.
Even if he could laugh like this just for a blind date, Ding Fan outside could also conclude that this guy's mental state has serious problems that cannot be reversed.
Despise each other!
However, the Qiming ointment on the eye patch was too precious, and it was just wasted by Cai Cai. Ding Fan was so heartbroken that his liver trembled, and he couldn't explain it to her. It would only make him angry, so he could only return to the room in anger.
Fortunately, after absorbing some ointment, his eyes felt cool and he felt more comfortable than ever before. Ding Fan adjusted his breathing and allowed the infuriating energy to flow. The quality of his sleep that night was exceptionally high.
Hai Guanghui's call woke Ding Fan up. When he opened his eyes, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.
It was very quiet in the villa. Bai Yifei and Cai Cai went to work and did not wake up Ding Fan, which made him couldn't help but give them a thumbs up in his heart.
There was also a surprise in the thermos cabinet in the kitchen, hot soy milk and fried dough sticks! Ding Fan finished his meal quickly, closed the door to the villa, and got into Hai Guanghui's car.
Hai Guanghui's complexion was not very good. It was not that he was in trouble, but it was just caused by lack of sleep.
"Hai Dong, did you suffer from insomnia last night?" Ding Fan asked.
"No, I dreamed about grandpa. He thanked me and then left in a hurry. When I woke up, I couldn't sleep. When I thought about the bag of bones in the car, I felt very twisted." Hai Guanghui did not hide it.
road.
"The old man should thank you. Ye Luo has returned to his roots. It is indeed depressing for him to face a vicious old lady in the mountains all day long." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"I went to see grandma this morning, and my grandpa's appearance in the dream actually matched her. Is there really such evil in this world?" Hai Guanghui was really depressed. Apart from being related by blood, the relationship between the grandpa and grandson was not as good as that of a passerby.
.First I was affected by it, and now there are still ghosts in my dreams?
"Genetically speaking, the younger generation's appearance must be somewhat similar to that of his ancestors, so he will appear in dreams as a familiar image and cannot be taken seriously," Ding Fan consoled him.
"When I talk to my brother, my heart becomes clear."
Hai Guanghui's mood improved and he told the driver to drive quickly. An hour later, he arrived at the Jingsi Cemetery located at the foot of Baolin Mountain.
The name Jingsi makes Ding Fan not know how to evaluate it. After a person is dead, what else can he think about? Is it possible that he still wants to live?
The feng shui of ancestral tombs is related to the luck of future generations. Ding Fan cannot be careless. After entering the cemetery, he began to carefully observe the great feng shui of this place.
The dragon vein comes from the southwest and hovers here, with care in front and support in the back. The green dragon on the left is crouching, the white tiger on the right is restraining its power, and the Gen position in the northeast is empty, precisely to dissipate the turbid air.
The Jing'an Cemetery must have been chosen by a Feng Shui master. It belongs to the superior Feng Shui pattern, which is called the native bureau. If you rest here, your descendants will have long blessings and prosperity.
On the gentle hillside, there are tens of thousands of tombstones, scattered at different heights, with different grades and prices.
Not every tombstone has a prosperous family behind it. Personal luck is more important. No matter how talented you are, if you don't work hard, you will inevitably become mediocre.
Ding Fan took out the jade spirit plate, opened his spiritual eyes and scanned it to determine the center of the native bureau.
Hai Guanghui didn't know what Ding Fan was holding, but seeing that he looked serious and kept looking down, he didn't dare to disturb him and followed him silently with two bodyguards.
"Hai Dong, do you know whose tombstone this tombstone belongs to?"
Ding Fan pointed to a tombstone covered with blue silk and asked curiously. The descendants deliberately blocked the inscription on the tombstone, making it clear that they did not want visitors to know the specific information.
"What do you think, brother?"
Hai Guanghui asked back, and it was clear from his smile that he knew whose tombstone this was.
"The three palaces of Zhen, Kan, and Gen are empty. This person has no children, but there is care from far away in Gen palace. He should have adopted a son, but he doesn't want to recognize him." Ding Fan said with certainty.
"I'm convinced!" Hai Guanghui gave a thumbs up, completely convinced of Ding Fan's ability to read Feng Shui.
Hai Guanghui said that he learned from the grapevine that the name engraved on the tombstone was Fu Huaibei, and he was the biological brother of Fu Huainan, the helmsman of the Jiuding Group.
Although Fu Huaibei was born into a wealthy family, he regarded money as dirt. He was obsessed with architecture since he was a child. In his early twenties, he became a famous architect overseas. The famous Zhonghe Building in China was his design.
Fu Huaibei is still an infatuated person. He married a real-life Cinderella regardless of his family's objections. If the couple has a good relationship, they can write an innocent novel.
In short, he was a talented man and a good man, but fate ruthlessly brought disaster. His wife lost her footing and fell off a cliff while traveling, leaving him together with the fetus in her belly.
Fu Huaibei was so distraught that he became taciturn and stayed at home, relying on alcohol to anesthetize himself.
The brotherly love was deep, and Fu Huainan looked worried. In order to comfort his brother and let him have a son, he adopted his only son, Fu Dongyang.
A year later, Fu Huaibei died of alcohol poisoning at the age of thirty, which is regrettable.
"This was an arrangement made by the previous generation. It can be seen that the relationship between the rich brothers of the previous generation was still very good. However, when Fu Dongyang grew up, he refused to admit the adoption. He even felt that it was very unlucky, so he arranged for the cemetery administrator to
Use a piece of silk to cover the tombstone, hoping that people will completely forget that he still has an uncle." Hai Guanghui said.
"Isn't uncle just an uncle? Fu Dongyang is really petty." Ding Fan sneered.
"He has that kind of virtue. To be honest with you brothers, in my opinion, the rich family will fall into his hands sooner or later." Hai Guanghui said.
Although Fu Dongyang was only a nominal successor, numerology recognized this fact. Therefore, the quality of his uncle's cemetery was closely related to his luck.
In fact, this method of covering tombstones is very undesirable. Once it rains, the silk and satin will get wet, which is equivalent to soaking the tombstone in water. As a result, future generations will have corrupt styles, indulge in excessive sexual activities, and eventually die of kidney disease.
Fu Dongyang has a vicious mind and regards Ding Fan as his enemy. He wishes he could get rid of him quickly so that Ding Fan would not be so kind as to remind him.
After walking all the way and looking at the Jade Spirit Plate, Ding Fan finally determined the center of this great Feng Shui place. Unfortunately, there were many tombstones nearby and there was no empty space at all.
Using the nine-star method, Ding Fan analyzed it repeatedly and spent a full hour finally deciding on a place with a pine tree on its back that could be used as a seamount cemetery.
"Brother, are there any ceremonies required for burial?" Hai Guanghui asked.