Numerous beautifully shaped oil-paper umbrellas are painted with all kinds of beautiful and delicate patterns. Various colors are mixed together, but they are not chaotic. On the contrary, there is a kind of ancient charm.
Countless curtains woven with red silk thread hung from the ceiling. The wind from where I did not know made the curtains flutter slightly, like a woman's skirt.
The girl was very satisfied with Zefeng’s expression, and said very proudly: “It’s pretty here, isn’t it? Every guest who comes in will show this expression! Those umbrellas were made by grandma herself and hung them up again! They look pretty good, right? !"
Zefeng just nodded and said yes, and he could see that the girl and her grandma had a deep relationship.
"Here, you go in!"
When the curtain was opened, the girl stopped entering, and gestured to Ze Feng to let him in.
There is a faint scent of sandalwood in it, which makes people feel at ease. When you enter here, your heart is truly quiet.
It's amazing.
"Are you here? Please sit down."
The speaker was an old woman wearing a skirt similar to an undergarment, with white and white hair neatly pulled up behind her head.
When Ze Feng came in, she was making tea, sitting on the soft cushion on her knees, with a serious expression. She hadn't even glanced at Ze Feng. Ze Feng could only see her moving like clouds and flowing water.
"please."
After a long while, the old woman finally made the tea, poured a cup, and pushed it in front of Ze Feng.
"Thank you."
The old woman has a serious expression, her face is full of furrows and deep wrinkles, which makes people even more suspicious of how old she is.
"I think there will be a destined person today, but for the specific matter, I need my husband to say it again." The old woman raised her head while speaking. Ze Feng was surprised to find that the old woman's eyes were actually gray!
At first glance, it looks like there are no eyeballs, and the feeling is full of white eyes, with white tones occupying most of the color.
Fortunately, Zefeng is not a gossip, and he didn't want to anger this seemingly godlike woman, so he lowered his eyes and concentrated on drinking tea.
After a moment of silence, Ze Feng suddenly asked, "Do you think that the past and this life really exist?"
After asking, I felt relieved.
"Ha ha ha ha ha... sir, do you think so?"
As soon as he said this, the old woman laughed sharply, the laughter was like a tree bark scratching her throat, and it was creepy.
Zefeng's expression remained unchanged, "Since I'm here to solve my doubts, I naturally want you to give me an answer."
"The answer is in your heart."
"Heart?" Ze Feng frowned suddenly.
"Yes, if you believe it, you will not believe it or not. If you still have nostalgia, then you will have it. And vice versa, how can you find the answer from yourself, sir?" The old woman turned the Cui on her wrist leisurely. Bangle, the voice is faint, seems to be a guide.
I said this, but I didn't actually say it.
Whether you can figure it out, it all depends on the person involved. Ze Feng's eyes are down, and his long and sparse eyelashes will make the shadow under his eyes thicker in the slightly gloomy room.
The old woman didn't bother either.
Maybe a long time has passed, maybe, only a minute has passed.
Ze Feng raised his eyes suddenly, raised his head and asked the old woman, "Thank you for your answer. How much is the reward?"
"Anyone who is predestined can do everything at will." The old woman didn't care.
In the end, Ze Feng took out all the cash on his body and put it on the table in front of him. Then he turned around and left quietly.
Actually, the woman already gave him the answer, didn't she
The answer is in his heart. In fact, he wants to believe that those bizarre dreams belong to his previous life.