At 7:00, the public park is very lively. The aunts dancing square dance occupy the largest square. The viewing platform by the lake is a good place for Peking Opera enthusiasts to compare their skills.

Feng Xinrou carried a sign around the citizen's park for a long time, and finally sat cross-legged under an old tree, and put the cardboard in front of her. There were two elegant characters on it: fortune-telling! Below is a line of small characters: One hexagram, one thousand yuan!

The people walking to and from the bend couldn't help but glance at it as they passed by, but they all shook their heads and sighed when they saw the content above. "Why doesn't the child learn well now? Don't go to school well, and come out to deal with these deceptive things! The wicked child of my family."

"My family still has the brochure issued by the police station that believes in science and rejects superstition. I will bring it to this girl to read later. How can a young man not believe in science!" "A thousand taun for A hexagram? This child is crazy about money, if you can get a thousand yuan by talking a few words, I will squat here to tell fortunes for others, what work do I have to do!" ... ... Listening to the arguments without lowering my voice at all , Feng Xinrou stared at her cardboard blankly, if she had no money and no cultivation resources, why would she condescend to set up a fortune-telling stall in the park!

Back then, Feng Xinrou was the head of the divine fortune-telling sect in the cultivation world, and she had the title of the best fortune-telling in the world. If she wanted to ask her to do a fortune-telling, then she would have to offer the top-level magic weapon in the cultivation world, and it would depend on whether she was willing to do the fortune-telling. It's not like sitting on the ground casually now, setting up a cardboard box that was removed from a milk box, and having to be pointed out by others for a thousand dollars.

If it weren't for... well, who told her that she didn't survive the thunder disaster when she ascended? Thousands of years of cultivation have been reduced to nothingness. It would be good if she can survive now, and she can't ask for so much.

Feng Xinrou looked down at the lotus shade birthmark on her right wrist, and fell into deep thought involuntarily.

After she woke up, she found that she had arrived in a completely strange world, but this body had exactly the same face and physique as her own, and even lotus-shaped birthmark on her arm was the same. There is no trace of cultivation in the body.

It is not difficult to embark on the road of cultivation again. Feng Xinrou has all kinds of skills and experience. Practicing again is like a college student re-entering kindergarten, and he can graduate after playing. What she lacks now is the resources for cultivation. In the current world, the aura is thin, and it is even more difficult to improve one's cultivation by meditating. Feng Xinrou wandered around in the past few days, and found that there was a kind of jade that contained a lot of spiritual energy, but the price was very expensive. As a high school student from a poor family, she couldn't afford it at all.

In the final analysis, you still have to make money!

The sun climbed higher and higher, the coolness of the morning gradually dissipated, and the sunlight gradually became dazzling. Feng Xinrou used the folding fan in her hand to move a pile of small stones from the side. She randomly placed these stones in different places. After adjusting the last stone, the temperature around her dropped again.

Feng Xinrou looked up at the sun, guessing that it should be the second quarter of the hour, according to the current time, it should be 8:00 in the morning. Although I sat here for two hours and failed to get a single business deal, Lin Qingyin didn't seem to be in a hurry, without any sign of impatience, as if it didn't matter whether the business was successful or not.

"Comrade policeman, that's her." Aunt Qu, who has been practicing the Eight Diagrams fan in the public park all year round, dragged a policeman out of breath, pointed at Feng Xinrou and said, "Look whose child this is, how do you do fortune-telling here?" What?"

The policeman squatted down and looked at Feng Xinrou, and suddenly smiled: "Little girl, do you still know me?"

Feng Xinrou looked up at him and nodded. The original owner blamed herself for failing the final exam last month, and was ostracized and ridiculed by her classmates. She couldn't think about it and committed suicide by jumping from the bridge . It was this policeman who jumped over the bridge to save her. When the policeman dragged her ashore, Feng Xinrou just woke up from this body.

"Thank you so much that day! It is fate to meet you, you saved my life, and I will give you a free fortune."

Feng Xinrou looked at the policeman, her eyes were a little gentler than before: "I see that your mountain roots are dark, and your lifespan is dark." If you see a blue color, you may be seriously ill; if your tongue is red and the snake bites, the serious illness should be in your stomach."

Seeing the policeman's bewildered expression, Feng Xinrou kindly reminded: "There are three catastrophes in your life . , Birth is the first calamity; on the day of the eighteenth birthday, the second calamity happens, and this illness is the third calamity. As long as you pass this calamity, you will be safe and happy for the rest of your life." Feng Xinrou finished speaking and stood up

. She got up, picked up her own cardboard and walked away very smartly. Looking at Feng Xinrou's back, Aunt Qu pinched her waist angrily: "This fortune-telling is still on the police, you are too courageous! Comrade police, you will see her next time." You have to educate her well, she is so young, why don't she follow the right path!"

Aunt Shen, who was watching the excitement nearby, saw the little policeman being sprayed with saliva, and pulled him aside a little bit reluctantly: "Actually, fortune-telling is not all feudal superstition. Something. That just now..."

Aunt Shen thought of Feng Xinrou's age and appearance. She couldn't pronounce the word "Master", so she could only vaguely say: "What the little girl said just now is very impressive. It’s kind of true that it’s not even, so don’t take it seriously.”

Aunt Qu was unhappy when she heard it, and started talking after Aunt Shen, and the little policeman didn’t care about other things, so he hurriedly squeezed into the middle of the two to try to persuade them to fight. It took a long time to coax the two of them.

——Li Mingyu went back to the police station and said hello to his colleagues, then returned to his seat, fell into deep thought while drinking water: Feng Xinrou said that he had three disasters, one was when he was born, and the other was on his eighteenth birthday .

He did have a difficult birth. When his mother gave birth to him, he had dystocia. At that time, the doctor asked his grandparents to take care of his parents. Fortunately, the adults were saved, and he survived. His mother has been in poor health all these years because of the birth. He hurt the root.

The second life-and-death catastrophe was on his eighteenth birthday. A classmate who was close to him celebrated his birthday and invited a group of classmates to sing in KTV. At that time, candles in the shape of flowers that could fly were more popular. Before a group of people finished singing their birthday songs, they saw the candle fly out with flames, landed just under the curtains, and ignited the cheap acrylic curtains.

Li Mingyu had never talked about these two things with his colleagues, and he himself was not a local. It stands to reason that no one here should know these two things, but Feng Xinrou said it exactly.

Li Mingyu couldn't help but fell into deep thought, could Feng Xinrou really know fortune-telling? But how is this possible? He touched his stomach subconsciously, but he didn't feel any discomfort at all. Maybe the kid was talking nonsense? Although he comforted himself like this, to be honest, Li Mingyu still vaguely believed what Feng Xinrou said, after all, she was quite accurate in calculating the other two things that happened.

When Li Mingyu was out of her mind, Aunt Shen ran to the police station out of breath. As soon as she came in, she saw Li Mingyu standing in front of the table in a daze, and rushed over immediately: "Comrade police, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Seeing Li Mingyu's uneasy expression, Aunt Shen persuaded her earnestly: "I don't feel at ease no matter what I think about it when I go home, so don't hurry up and talk to you about it. I'd rather believe it or not, you still Go to the hospital for an examination. If there is no illness, everyone will be happy. If there is something really wrong, don't hide the illness from the doctor. Treat the illness early, and don't drag the minor illness into a serious illness." Li Mingyu nodded: "Don't worry, Aunt Shen, wait for my weekend Go to the hospital for an examination after rest."

"Why did you wait until the weekend?" Aunt Shen was anxious: "It's only Monday, and there are still a few days until the weekend. This disease can't be delayed, so I'd better go for an examination early to be at ease."

Aunt Shen's voice was a little loud when she was in a hurry. Director Zhang came over when he heard the movement, and greeted Aunt Shen first when he saw Aunt Shen: "Aunt Shen, are you here?" The

community behind the park is more than thirty years old It is an old house. Director Zhang has been working in this police station since he was young. He basically knows all the residents in this area.

Seeing Aunt Shen's forehead sweating, Li Mingyu's face was pale and he didn't know what he was thinking. Director Zhang quickly smoothed things over: "Aunt Shen, this is a new police in our institute this year, a fresh graduate. Isn't it Is he inconsiderate? Say it, and I will criticize him."

Aunt Shen was in a hurry: "This police has a stomach problem, and I am trying to persuade him to go to the hospital for examination."

Director Wang looked at Li Mingyu's face, and immediately called another policeman: "Wang Qing, hurry up and accompany Li Mingyu to the hospital." After speaking, the director looked at Li Mingyu and sighed: "You said that your child is sick Just say, what's so embarrassing! Look at this little pale face, doesn't it hurt so badly?"

Li Mingyu: "..." Director, do you believe me when I said I was scared by a little girl?

—— Feng Xinrou carried the cardboard for three miles and finally arrived home, took out the key to open the door, casually put the cardboard on the cabinet by the door, washed her hands and went to the pot to fill a bowl of dry noodles.

Feng Xinrou picked up the chopsticks and ate a mouthful of noodles, her brows furrowed, she got up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water and took two gulps, sighing heavily.

In this world now, besides the lack of aura, the most troublesome problem for her is eating. In her previous life, she hadn't eaten much. Before she stepped into the fairyland, four members of a poor family of five starved to death, and she survived alone. fairy gate. Divine Suanmen was regarded as a great sect in the cultivation world at that time, and there was no shortage of various resources. In order to speed up their cultivation, they all ate Bigu pills, and even saved Bigu pills after the foundation was established.

Feng Xinrou has very little impression of eating. When she came to this era, she ate either very salty noodles or tasteless vegetables every day. She couldn't understand why people still pay so much attention to food when it is so unpalatable. What about appetite? What can I eat with that money? Wouldn't it be good to ask her to do a fortune telling?

Frowning, after eating the noodles, Feng Xinrou cleaned the dishes and looked up at her watch. It was only nine o'clock in the morning. She decided to go to the library building where there were many books in her memory to see if there was any knowledge about mathematics. Book.

    Feng Xinrou's family lives in the old city, a little distance from the Book Building, and it takes five stops by bus. Feng Xinrou sat on the bus and looked at the scenery moving backwards outside the window, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Only a thousand years have passed, and mortals who could only ride in a carriage now can go to the sky and go to the sea, knowing everything. In this great era of social progress, presumably the study of mathematics will also have a qualitative leap.

    After getting off the bus, Feng Xinrou walked into the book building, and the cool air immediately surrounded her body, driving away the summer heat. In my memory, this kind of thing that can cool and heat things is called an air conditioner, and it is a machine for daily temperature adjustment in most families, but Feng Xinrou's family does not have this kind of thing, because her family is too poor.

    The book building has a total of Five floors, and there are so many books in it. Feng Xinrou searched around for an hour but couldn't find the book she wanted to read. She closed her eyes and retrieved the memory of the original owner, and found that she had no impression of numerology.

    At this moment, a fat man in his early thirties passed by Feng Xinrou, holding a mobile phone in his hand, ignoring other people's glances and talking on the phone: "I'm in the Book Store! What you said, I Why can't you buy books? I told you that fortune-telling is also a science, and you can't fool people if you don't know those technical terms."     Feng Xinrou immediately put the book in her hand back on the shelf, and followed the man behind. When I came to a bookshelf in a corner, I raised my head to see a row of mysterious-looking book titles on the bookshelf, and a gleam of joy flashed in my eyes. The fat man put his cell phone in his pocket, took out a book at random from the bookshelf, frowned and read it for a while, then stuffed it back depressed: "It's in classical Chinese, I can't understand it.     " Feng Xinrou also put the book back on the shelf with regret, took out another one, and flipped through it quickly.

    Looking at the content in the book, which looked like a children's enlightenment book, Feng Xinrou was full of puzzlement: everything in this society has improved, but how can it be so much regressed in mathematics. The contents of these books, not to mention the outer disciples of the divine fortune-telling sect, even if the ordinary fortune-tellers knew more than this back then, could the inheritance of numerology be broken?

    "Hey, this book is good." The fat man finally found a book he liked, and laughed ecstatically, as if he had found a treasure. Feng Xinrou's heart moved, she took a look, and found that it was a translation of a vernacular book, which was illogical and full of mistakes. Feng Xinrou gave the fat man a hard look.

    "What are you looking at? This is all knowledge, do you know?" The fat man raised his head and raised his chin towards Feng Xinrou, shaking his head and showing off: "This is a treasure passed down from our ancestors. As long as I learn it, it can be counted as auspicious. , Knowing the destiny, this kind of esoteric thing is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like you."

    Feng Xinrou looked at the book in his hand, and chuckled lightly: "In this case, I will count, I will see your face today. Bloody disaster, be careful that you will hurt your forehead."

    "How do you talk, kid? If you can't speak, you will be beaten easily when you go out, you know?" The fat man just muttered, when his phone rang in his trousers pocket, and he didn't care about talking to Feng Xinrou. Talking poorly, he took out his mobile phone and shouted loudly: "Hey, what's the matter?

    " What kind of job? A woman telling her daughter's fortune? That's great, help me stretch her, I'll come over right away, and I'll give you 50 when it's done." After hanging up the phone, the fat man winked at Feng Xinrou triumphantly     : "See, this thing can earn money for my brother, you think I'm playing with you!" After finishing speaking, he didn't even bother to buy books, he put the books on the shelf and ran out in a hurry. Feng Xinrou remembered that she had set up a stall for two hours in the morning and no one was visiting, so she turned around and followed the fat man. She wanted to see what kind of fortune-telling skills this stall had.

    The fat man's fortune-telling place was not far from the Book Building. He passed through the nearby alley seven times and eight times, and walked for about seven or eight minutes before arriving at a street that was not too wide. On both sides of this street are some old houses. There are many stalls on the side of the road. Some sell mats and hats, some sell cups and bowls, and some put up signs to do small jobs. The fat man is the only fortune teller on this street. The "Master"!

    Seeing the fat man came back, the peddler, who had been chatting with his aunt for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly waved to him: "Master Yang, you are finally back. This elder sister wants to ask you to tell a fortune." "Master

    Yang " Immediately changed his breath, put on an appearance of an expert, and walked over with swaying steps: "You asked me to tell a fortune?"

    The aunt looked at the fat man suspiciously, with a somewhat uneasy look: "Are you sure about your calculations?"

    Master Yang exploded when he heard that this aunt dared to question his professionalism: "Of course! If you ask around this street, there is no one who doesn't know me, Master Yang. My neighbors always come to me when they get married, if they are not allowed, can they come to me?"

    It seems right to say that, the neighbors must know that he has the ability to come to him, otherwise who would spend so much money! The expression on the aunt's face eased a lot, she took out her mobile phone and opened a photo and handed it to Master Yang: "I want to do the math for my daughter, look, this is my daughter." On the photo is a twenty five or twenty six year old The young woman has long hair and smiles, but she is quite beautiful and looks very temperamental.

    While looking at the photo, Master Yang glanced at the aunt. She was dressed in ordinary clothes and was carrying a bag for grocery shopping. There were several kinds of vegetables and fruits in it. There was no anxious expression in her eyes. She was probably shopping for vegetables. Passing by here, I saw a fortune-telling stall and decided to do a fortune-telling. This kind of thing is usually not urgent. Looking at the age of the woman in this photo, Master Yang immediately made a guess based on the current hot spots: "You probably want to marry your daughter." The aunt was stunned for a moment, and quickly

    adjusted He calmed down and asked, "How is my daughter's marriage?"

    Master Yang sat on the Mazar board and took out a ballpoint pen from the box next to him: "Give me your daughter's horoscope!"

    The aunt immediately said a series of numbers, Master Yang wrote the horoscope on the paper, pinched his fingers to read the words, and from time to time flipped through a tattered book with some missing pages. After calculating for about three or four minutes, Master Yang stroked his mustache and nodded in a pretentious way: "I have already seen some clues, but we have to pay for the specific hexagrams. My sister and I are three hundred yuan."

    "Three hundred yuan?" The aunt hesitated: "Can you calculate how many children my daughter will have in the future?"

    Master Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Sister, you are so funny, my daughter has not yet Is it too early to think about children when I get married? Of course, I can’t count, but I have to add another two hundred!" "I will increase

your size, you liar!" The aunt suddenly threw the bag in her hand at Master Yang swung it up and hit him hard on the forehead. I don't know what's in that bag, but just like that, the skin on Master Yang's forehead was scratched, and blood beads came out immediately.

    Master Yang took out a tissue from his pocket and covered it with familiarity, crying in his voice: "If you don't count, you don't count, why are you still beating people!" "I'll beat you, a liar." Aunt Seeing Master Yang's broken forehead, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed this emotion, pinched her waist, pointed at Master Yang fiercely and cursed: "You liar still fooled me! Come up, do you have no points for fortune-telling yourself? How about we call the police to judge?"

    Master Uang froze when he heard the police, covered his head and waved his hands: "Damn it, just treat me as unlucky today, don't you? Let's go."

    The aunt glanced at the forehead that Master Yang was covering, grabbed her bag tightly, turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, a crisp voice sounded from behind: "Please wait a moment!"

    The aunt turned around subconsciously, saw a girl who looked like a student behind her and stopped her, and looked at her suspiciously: "You What do you want me to do?"

    Feng Xinrou walked up to the aunt, looked at her face and said in a clear voice: "From the appearance, your Dragon Palace and the traitor gate are dark and the offspring palace has been washed away, so you should have no children. .”

    The peddler next to Master Yang bumped him with his arm, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the Dragon Palace?" "

    How do I know?" Master Yang rolled his eyes involuntarily: "If I know so much, why don't I open a shop?" Why bother squatting here to bask in the sun every day." He remembered that when he was in the library building, he saw this little girl holding a book on physiognomy in her hand, thinking that she was learning and selling it now, so he dragged Feng Xinrou a little bit reluctantly. After a while, she persuaded with kind words: "Don't talk nonsense, she can beat people. If you lose your face, you will definitely be much uglier than me." Feng Xinrou brushed Master Wang's hand away, and

    looked Looking at the aunt's ugly face, she continued: "You had a son and a daughter in your destiny, but they both died at the age of three, and the relationship between descendants and grandchildren ended. But you are generous and have accumulated a lot of good fortune, so you have an adopted daughter. Although you have no Children and grandchildren, but there are descendants and grandchildren." When Feng Xinrou said this, she suddenly stretched out her hand: "Can I see your daughter's photo?" The aunt took out her phone in a daze, found the photo and handed it to her. Feng Xinrou glanced at the photo, and returned the phone: "Your daughter has a good life. Although there were twists and turns when she was a child, she has a smooth journey as an adult, and her marriage is also happy. She just gave birth to a pair of twins this year."

    Auntie She slapped her hands and grabbed Feng Xinrou's hand excitedly: "You girl is the one who can count, so you must know what I want?"

    Feng Xinrou smiled: "You want to find biological parents for your daughter!"

    "That's the thing!" The aunt snatched the horoscope just now from Master Yang's hand aggressively, and when she turned her head to look at Feng Xinrou, she immediately put on a flattering smile: "Troublesome... Master, do the math for me."

    Feng Xinrou looked at the paper in her hand, reached out and took off the schoolbag on her back, took out a cardboard folded in two and handed it over.

    Master Yang curiously stretched out his head to have a look, only to see that it reads: fortune-telling, a thousand yuan a hexagram!

    He clicked his tongue and looked at Feng Xinrou with eyes full of admiration: Hey, this girl is much darker than me!

Hearing the price reported by Feng Xinrou, the aunt agreed without hesitation: "Okay, one thousand is one thousand, the price you want is really so cheap!" After finishing speaking, she gave a thumbs up: "Young people are really sincere! "

    Master Uang covered his forehead with his palm and widened his eyes, with a heartbroken look: Who beat me like this just now because I wanted two hundred more? Why would someone want a thousand but be honest! Do you have to be such a double standard in life!

    In fact, Master Yang didn't take what Feng Xinrou calculated seriously at all. In his view, fortune-telling is to try to figure out the client's psychology based on the client's demeanor, expression, dress, and tone of voice, and then fool around appropriately according to the situation. There is no one who really knows fortune-telling at all. Therefore, when he is usually fortune-telling, it is a pleasant surprise to meet a customer who can really give three hundred, even if he can bargain for tens of dollars, anyway, even if the upper lip touches the lower lip, it doesn't take much trouble.

    But he never expected that this girl would dare to ask for a thousand yuan when she came up, and what was even more unexpected was that this kind of old lady who can usually bargain for a dime for a long time would be willing to give it. It's surprising!

    At that time, Master Yang looked at Feng Xinrou differently, this is a talent!

    The peddler next to him looked at Master Yang with a mournful face and excited face for a while, and couldn't help bumping him with his arm: "Do you think that little girl's calculations are accurate?" Master Yang said "Hey " With a sound, he murmured in the peddler's ear: "Looking at that aunt's excited look, I guess the little girl really talked, but according to my years of experience in the fortune-telling world, this little girl must have heard about this aunt." , I happened to meet here today, so I took the opportunity to pick it up."

    The peddler nodded in agreement, he usually watched Master Yang fooling around a lot, and he didn't believe in fortune-telling at all.

    Master Yang watched the aunt pulling Feng Xinrou to tears, covered his mouth and laughed with the peddler: "When I went to the bookstore to buy books just now, I happened to meet this girl. I have a bloodbath today, let me be careful on my forehead..."

    The smile on Master Yang's face froze after he said the last sentence, and he took off the paper covering his forehead, the blood on it was bright and dazzling.

    The peddler looked up at the place where he made a small cut, then at the bloody tissue, and asked hesitantly, "Is this a coincidence?"

    Master Yang stuffed the paper into his pocket, took out a A large band-aid was pasted on his forehead, and when he raised his head to see Feng Xinrou's indifferent face, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: Could it be that she really figured it out? Is there really such a mysterious thing?

    He flipped through the tattered brochures handed down by his ancestors, full of doubts: What the hell is this thing?

My aunt saw that Feng Xinrou didn't need to ask anything, and she could tell exactly what she had buried in her mind for nearly thirty years just by looking at her face. Apart from being shocked, she was also excited. Although the master looked a little younger, he was indeed a man of real ability, unlike that liar who dared to ask for three hundred yuan after he couldn't figure anything out.

    Thinking of this, the aunt turned her head and glared at Master Yang again. The scared Master Yang immediately took a step back, covering his head. He was really afraid that these elderly ladies would be too powerful to provoke them.

    After the fortune-telling process introduced by Master Yang, the aunt knew that she had to pay for the fortune-telling. She took out her mobile phone and opened Alipay and said, "I'll transfer the money to you right now!" Feng Xinrou glanced at the things in Aunt Yang's hand, From memory, she knew that it was called a mobile phone. It is a communication tool that everyone in the society has now. They can talk and see each other's faces. What's even more amazing is that they use a bunch of numbers to replace payment.

    Feng Xinrou touched her empty pockets, especially wanting to make a fortune for herself, whether she was born with a poor life, or why she was born in a poor family for two lifetimes!

    "I don't have a mobile phone." Feng Xinrou took out a pen from her bag, quickly added a line of words on the cardboard, and then handed it to the aunt: "Cash only." The aunt squinted her eyes and looked over for a long time before she could see

clearly There were too many small words, and he stood up with his waist supported a little depressed: "I just brought three hundred yuan, how about I take it for you?"

    At this time, Master Yang was full of curiosity about Feng Xinrou, he really wanted to know whether she was just lucky or someone with real skills. Seeing that both of them were in a bit of trouble, Master Yang came over at the risk of being beaten: "Auntie, why don't you transfer the money to me, and I'll give you the cash." The aunt looked at Master Yang with a radiant expression on her face. There are two big characters of "don't believe it" written on it: "The fortune-telling fails, so you just ask for money instead? Your method is very straightforward!"

"Oh, aunt, where are you going, but you have wronged me to death!" Master Yang wailed, He directly counted a thousand yuan from his wallet and handed it to Aunt Ping: "I'll give you the money first, and you can transfer the money after you check if there is no problem." The aunt took the money with a suspicious expression, and checked it one by one. And handed it to Feng Xinrou worriedly: "Master, you can see if it's true or not."

    Although Feng Xinrou doesn't know whether the money is true or false, she can read the face as well as the psychology, a subtle expression, an eye contact , she can see the real thoughts of this person. Feng Xinrou raised her head and paused for a second on Master Yang's face, then reached out and took the money: "This money is no problem." The aunt transferred the money to Master Yang, and immediately dragged Feng Xinrou to the large area occupied by Master Yang. The tree-shaded feng shui treasure even snatched Master Yang's only two horses. Running all the way from the air-conditioned book building, and standing under the sun for a long time, Feng Xinrou, who has no cultivation level, is already flushed with heat. Sitting on the stool, she didn't rush to do the fortune-telling first, but took out a handful of stones from her bag and threw them beside her and Aunt Ping seemingly casually. Aunt Ping's thoughts that had been hidden for more than 30 years were suddenly uncovered. All she was thinking about was this matter. She didn't notice Feng Xinrou's movements at all. Instead, she kept asking: "Master, can you give me some advice?". Throwing the last stone, a comfortable cool breeze blew over, and most of the heat on Feng Xinrou's body disappeared immediately: "What do you call me?" The aunt immediately said: "My surname is Ping, my name is Ping Chen, and my daughter's name is Li Baiming." Feng Xinrou nodded: "From your daughter's horoscope, her biological parents are not married, are you looking for her biological father or biological mother?"

    Aunt Ping was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and then sighed: "Let's find her biological mother."

    Feng Xinrou closed her eyes and recalled Li Baiming's face, and said, "On her thirtieth birthday, she would met her biological mother. It,'s fate."

    Aunt Ping stood up suddenly, her lips trembling with excitement: "Master, what you said is true? The day after tomorrow will be my daughter's 30th birthday!" Master Yang thought of the young woman in the photo. Like a college student, he asked in disbelief: "Your daughter is already thirty? She looks like a college student!"

    This sentence can be regarded as calming Aunt Ping's hostility towards Master Yang, and she reluctantly praised him One sentence: "Although your fortune-telling skills are not very good, you can talk quite well. From now on, find a job in a down-to-earth manner, and don't lie here." Master Wang touched his nose and tried to bring the

topic back to On Li Baiming: "Aunt Ping, it's not that I talk too much, does she agree to find your daughter's mother?"

    Aunt Ping shrank immediately when she heard this, like a pricked ball: "Actually My daughter doesn't know her life experience. Thirty years ago, my little daughter, who was born with great difficulty, died just after the age of three like her brother. , if it wasn’t for my old lady who was waiting for me, I would have plunged into the river and died. One day when I got up in the morning, I suddenly heard a baby crying outside. At that time, I thought I was hallucinating. When I opened the door, There is a swaddle at the door and a note with Ming ming’s date of birth.”

    Aunt Ping wiped away the tears from her eyes and continued: “Back then my house was not far from the train station and the hospital, and I couldn’t find it if people came and went. When we found out who put the child here, we went to the police station to register the situation, and then went through the adoption procedures. Her father and I lost two children. Mingming is the compensation God gave us. We regard her as a treasure, take good care of her to grow up."

    Thinking of her outstanding daughter, Aunt Ping unconsciously showed a happy smile on her face: "My daughter is also competitive, and she did well in the college entrance examination. If it wasn't for our old couple, she should have stayed in the Big cities. Fortunately, she not long after I came back, I met my son-in-law, the couple are very loving, and they gave birth to a baby girl a while ago, and they are living a prosperous life." Master Yang remembered that

    Feng Xinrou had figured out the baby girl just now, and looked at Feng Xinrou's eyes are different, did he meet someone really tall today? However, this tall man is too young!

    "Auntie, your family lives peacefully and beautifully, why are you looking for a real mother for your child?" The peddler next to him couldn't help but interjected, "According to my experience of watching TV for so many years, don't care what the reason was for throwing it away. Yes, but at the moment of throwing it away, it means giving up on the child. Generally, those who come to the door will do nothing good, donate bone marrow if they don’t ask for money, it’s not the kind that really cares about the child.” Aunt Ping sighed , looking a little lonely.

    Master Yang's ability to observe words and moods finally came in handy. He immediately moved two steps forward and squatted next to Aunt Ping: "Auntie, do you have something to hide?" Aunt Ping smiled wryly and touched her neck: "My physical examination report came out the day before yesterday, and I have a little problem with my body. I want to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit after my daughter's 30th birthday." She sighed, looking a little lonely: "I don't want my Mingming to have a mother, She can't bear such a blow."

    Master Yang and the peddler took a deep breath, glanced at each other and dared not speak, as if they were afraid of irritating Aunt Ping.

    Feng Xinrou suddenly said: "Who told you that you were going to die of illness? You obviously have a long life without a disease!"

    Aunt Ping didn't realize it: "Master, what do you mean?"

    "You did have a small hurdle this year, but It's not serious, luck is yet to come." Feng Xinrou stood up and stuffed her paper shell back into her bag, and said casually: "You are the first customer since I opened, so this second hexagram is for you. See you soon!"

    Aunt Ming looked at Feng Xinrou's neat and unrestrained back, and stretched out her hand to pull Master Yang to her: "What did the master say just now? Illness will not affect your life expectancy at all, don't worry about it."

    Aunt Ping grinned and laughed in disbelief: "Is what the master said true?"

    "It must be true!" Master Yang laughed for a long time, and suddenly After reacting: "By the way, auntie, the master just said that your daughter's mother is coming, you have to prepare in advance."

    Aunt Ping patted Master Yang on the shoulder: "Don't think so Bad, don't think I'm so incompetent, if she comes to do a mother's love, I welcome her; if she wants to take advantage of my daughter, I'll be the first to kick her out with a broom!" said the aunt He took out 300 yuan from his pocket and said, "I don't know if the wound on your forehead is serious or not. This is to pay for your medical expenses. You should go to the hospital for a tetanus treatment. I'm sorry just now. "

    Master Yang cheerfully put up the money: "Thank you, aunt! When your daughter's birthday is over, come and talk to us about the follow-up when you are free!

    " It’s quite gossip! Don’t worry, if the little master agrees on these two things, I have to bring something here to thank her!”

    Aunt Ping stood up with her bag in her hand, and looked up after taking two steps. Glancing at the sun in the sky, he muttered: "It was cool sitting there just now, why is it so hot when I stand up?"

    Master Yang took the money and sat on Aunt Ping's position, and suddenly he looked around strangely. One glance: "Why is it so cool all of a sudden?"