After eating the noodles with a frown, Lin Qingyin washed the dishes, looked up at her watch, and it was only nine o'clock in the morning. She decided to go to the book building in her memory with many books to see if there was any mathematics. Book.
Lin Qingyin's home is in the old city, a little distance from the Book Building, and it takes ten stops by bus. Lin Qingyin couldn't help but sigh while sitting on the bus looking at the scene moving backwards outside the window. Thousands of years have passed, and mortals who could only ride in carriages can now go to heaven and sea, knowing everything. In this great era of social progress, the learning of mathematics will surely surpass qualitatively.
After getting off the bus, Lin Qingyin walked into the Book Building. The cool air immediately surrounded his whole body, driving away the summer heat. In my memory, this kind of thing that can cool and heat is called an air conditioner. It is a machine that most families use to adjust the temperature. However, Lin Qingyin's home does not have such a thing because her family is so poor.
The book building has a total of seven floors, and there are so many books in it. Lin Qingyin didn't find the book he wanted to read after turning around for an hour. She closed her eyes and searched the memory of the original owner, and found that there was no impression of mathematics.
At this moment, a fat man in his early thirties passed by Lin Qingyin with a mobile phone in his hand, ignoring the looks of others, wow wow wow, talking on the phone: "I'm in the library building! What you said, I Why can’t you buy a book? I told you that fortune-telling is also a science, and you can’t fool people with those professional terms."
Lin Qingyin immediately slid the book he was holding back on the shelf, followed the man back and forth to a book shelf in a corner, and looked up at the bookshelf with a row of mysterious and mysterious book titles. , A hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
The fat man put his mobile phone in his pocket, took out a book from the shelf, frowned and read it for a while, then stuffed it back with a little depression: "It's in classical Chinese, I can't understand it."
At a distance of three meters beside him, Lin Qingyin also regretfully put the book back on the shelf, took out another one, and quickly read it through.
Looking at the contents of the book that looked like children's enlightenment books, Lin Qingyin was filled with puzzles: In this society, everything has improved, so how come the mathematics has regressed so much. The content of these books, not to mention the outer disciples of the sect of the fortune-telling, even if the mortal fortune-telling understood more than this, is it that the inheritance of mathematics has been broken
"Hey, this book is good." The fat man finally found a favorite book and laughed ecstatically, looking like he had found a treasure. Lin Qingyin's heart moved, and the probe took a look, and found that it was a translation of the vernacular, which was logically unreasonable and full of errors. Lin Qingyin gave the fat man a hard look.
"What do you look at? It's all knowledge, don't you know?" The fat man raised his head to Lin Qingyin, raised his chin, shook his head, and said: "This is a treasure handed down from the ancestors. As long as I learn it, it can be considered bad luck. , Knowing the destiny, this kind of profound thing is not something ordinary people like you can understand."
Lin Qingyin looked at the book in his hand and chuckled lightly: "So I will count it. I think you will have a bloody calamity today, and be careful that it will hurt your forehead."
"How do you say this kid, you don't know how to speak, you can get beaten when you go out?" The fat man just whispered, his cell phone rang in his trouser pocket, and he ignored Lin Qingyin's words, took out his cell phone and shouted loudly. He said, "Hey, what's the matter?"
"Is there a life?" The man's eyes lit up, his voice lowered involuntarily, and he even blocked his mouth with a defensive hand: "What a life? A woman tells her daughter? Great, you help me hold her, I'll come here right away and give you fifty when it's done."
Hanging up the phone, the fat man winked at Lin Qingyin triumphantly: "Seeing it, this thing can make money for my brother, you think I'm playing with you!" He didn't care about buying a book after he finished, and he put the book on the shelf. A rush ran out in a hurry.
Lin Qingyin remembered that she had set up a stall for two hours in the morning and there was no visitor, so she turned and followed the fat man. She wanted to see what skills the stall had for fortune-telling.
The fat man's fortune-telling place was not far from the Book Building. He walked through a nearby alley seven or eight times, and walked for about seven or eight minutes before he came to a street that was not too wide. On both sides of this street are some old-fashioned houses. There are many stalls on the side of the road. Some sell summer hats, some sell cups and bowls, and some put up a sign to do small jobs. Fat men are the only fortune tellers on this street. "Master"!
Seeing that the fat man came back, the hawker who had been chatting with his aunt for a long time finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly waved at him: "Master Wang, you are finally back, this elder sister wants to find you fortune-telling."
"Master Wang" immediately changed his breath, put on the appearance of an expert, and walked over slowly with eight-character steps: "Are you looking for me to fortune?"
The aunt looked at the fat man suspiciously, and looked uneasy: "Are you sure you can count?"
When Master Wang heard that this aunt dared to question her professional qualities, she suddenly exploded: "Of course it is! If you inquire from this street, there is no one who does not know Master Wang. My neighbors will count on me when they get married. Are they not allowed to find me?"
It seems correct to say that, the neighbors must know that he has the ability to find him, otherwise, who spends the wrong money! The expression on the aunt's face eased a lot, she took out her phone and opened a photo and handed it to Master Wang: "I want to give my daughter the calculations. Look, this is my daughter."
The picture shows a twenty-five-six-year-old young woman with long hair smiling and screaming. The long one is pretty, and she looks very temperamental.
While looking at the photo, Master Wang glanced at this aunt. She was dressed in ordinary clothes. She carried a pocket for buying vegetables in her hand. There were a few vegetables and fruits in her. There was no anxious emotion in her brows. She was probably buying vegetables. Passing by here, I saw a fortune-telling booth and wanted to make a fortune. This kind of thing is usually not urgent. Looking at the age of the woman in this photo, Master Wang immediately made a guess based on the current hot spots: "You should be thinking of marriage for your daughter."
The aunt was stunned for a moment, and quickly adjusted her emotions and asked: "How is my daughter's marriage?"
Master Wang sat on Mazadeng and took out a ballpoint pen from the box beside him: "Give me your daughter's eight characters!"
The aunt immediately said a series of numbers. Master Wang wrote the eight characters on the paper, pinched his fingers and muttered words, and from time to time turned over a tattered book with some falling pages. After about three or four minutes, Master Wang touched his moustache and nodded his head in a pretentious manner: "I have seen some eyebrows, but we have to pay for the hexagrams. Sister, I am 300 yuan. Qian Qiqi."
"Three hundred?" The aunt hesitated: "Can you figure out how many children my daughter will have in the future?"
Master Wang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Sister, you are so funny. The girl is thinking about the child before she gets married. Isn't it too early? Of course I can't count it, but I have to add another two hundred!"
"I'll add your head, you liar!" The aunt suddenly swiped the bag in her hand towards Master Wang and hit him hard on the forehead. I didn't know what was in the bag, but it broke the skin on Master Wang's forehead just like this, and the blood beads appeared immediately.
Master Wang familiarly took out a tissue from his pocket and covered it with a crying voice: "If you don't count, you don't count as chanting, why are you hitting someone!"
"I'll hit you as a liar." Auntie looked at Master Wang's broken forehead, her eyes flashed with guilty conscience, but she quickly suppressed this emotion, pinched her waist and pointed at Master Wang violently. : "You liar still lied to me, can you tell your own fortunes without counting? Or should we call the police to judge?"
Master Wang fainted when he heard the police, and he held his head and waved his hand: "If I fell down and fell down, I will treat it as if I was unlucky today. If you don't count it, just leave."
The aunt glanced at the forehead that Master Wang was holding, then she tightened her bag and turned around to leave. Just then a crisp voice rang behind him: "Please wait!"
The aunt turned around subconsciously, looked at a girl who looked like a student behind her and stopped herself, and looked at her suspiciously: "What are you telling me to do?"
Lin Qingyin walked up to the aunt, looked at her face and said with a clear voice: "From the face of your face, your Dragon Palace and Yinmen Gate are dull and your son's palace is washed away. You should have no children."
The vendor next to Master Wang hit him with his arm and asked in a low voice, "Where is the Dragon Palace?"
"How do I know?" Master Wang rolled his eyes involuntarily: "If I know so much, I will open a shop, why bother squatting here and soaking up the sun." He remembered seeing this little girl in the hands of the book building. I took a face-reading book, thinking that she was learning now and selling, and she was a little bit unbearable to pull Lin Qingyin a hand, and persuaded him with good words: "Don't talk nonsense, she can beat people. , If you lose the picture, it will be much uglier than me."
Lin Qingyin brushed away Master Wang's hand, looked at the aunt's ugly face, and continued, "You had a son and a daughter in your life. Both died at the age of three, and the fate of descendants ended. But you are generous and you have accumulated a lot of goodwill. Because of this, you have an adopted daughter. Although you have no descendants, but you have children and grandchildren." Lin Qingyin said this and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Can I see your daughter's picture?"
The aunt dumbly took out the phone to find out the photo and handed it to her. Lin Qingyin glanced at the photo, then returned the phone back: "Your daughter has a good life. Although there were twists and turns when she was a child, she had a smooth journey as an adult. The marriage is also satisfactory, she just gave birth to a pair of twins this year."
The aunt slapped Lin Qingyin's hand excitedly: "You girl is still accurate, then you must know what I want to count?"
Lin Qingyin smiled: "You want to find your daughter's biological parents!"
"That's it!" The aunt snatched the horoscope written just now from Master Wang aggressively, and when she turned her head to look at Lin Qingyin, she immediately put on a flattering smile: "Little trouble... Master counts it for me."
Lin Qingyin looked at the paper in her hand, reached out and took the schoolbag off her back, took out a double-folded cardboard from the inside and handed it over.
Master Wang stretched out his head curiously and saw that it read: Fortune-telling, one thousand yuan and one hexagram!
He smacked his tongue and looked at Lin Qingyin's eyes full of admiration: Hey, this girl is much darker than me!