The Morningstar Group is big enough that Su Qingyu didn’t even realize that her childhood was confined to this world.
Su Qingyu met many interesting people in the group, one of whom was a Taoist with a goatee.
It was a sunny afternoon.
The mother went to the teaching building to ask questions to professionals.
Su Qingyu squatted in the back garden of the group's teaching building, picking flowers and vines on the ground to make a wreath.
Zhixu Sanren was wearing a black Taoist robe, holding a dustpan in one hand and a Bagua plate in the other, and was directing the construction workers in the group to plant trees in appropriate locations.
Because someone was working here, Su Qingyu, holding the unfinished wreath in her hand, was carried by Zhixu Sanren to sit somewhere else.
"Oh, whose kid is that? He's so small and eats like a little meatball."
When Su Qingyu was put on the ground, he did not cry like other children.
She is alone most of the time, so she is very strong.
The weird uncle in front of her said that she ate like a little meatball.
Su Qingyu clenched his fists and expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes.
Zhixu Sanren just thought she was extremely cute.
After he finished the work at hand, he squatted in front of the young Su Qingyu, pinched the two pigtails on her head, and asked: "Whose child are you? Why are you here alone? Do you want to tell your fortune? I am very good at fortune-telling and feng shui."
Su Qingyu looked at the uncle in front of him expressionlessly, then reached out and pulled out a strand of his beard. Amid his screaming and wailing, he quickly ran away with his butt sticking up, then turned around and made a face: "Strange uncle, my parents told me not to talk to weird people."
"Aiya, you bad kid, I grew my beard specially, it looks not deep enough after it was destroyed." Zhixu Sanren rubbed his chin, "Besides, how can I be a weird person? I obviously have a good face, but you, a little kid, don't know how to appreciate it."
Zhixu Sanren felt that his appearance had a melancholy and mysterious temperament.
He took a few steps to Su Qingyu's side, picked her up and placed her on the stone table in the park, then reached into her pocket for the small candy and put it into his mouth.
When Su Qingyu saw that her candy was snatched away, she opened her round eyes and said in disbelief, "You even snatched the children's candy."
"Little brat, in our line of work, fortune-telling requires us to bear the consequences, so we can't do it for free.
After eating your candy, let me tell you your fortune. "
After saying that, Zhixu Sanren took out three copper coins and a dried turtle shell.
He muttered something and shook the turtle shell.
Then three copper coins fell in front of Su Qingyu.
Originally, Zhixu Sanren had a smiling expression on his face. He just wanted to tease the child. However, when he saw the hexagrams displayed by the three copper coins, the expression on his face gradually froze.
"How strange! I have lived for so long and have never seen such a hexagram. The noble and the evil are one and the same. It is a sign of great misfortune, but it also shows great wealth and honor. In a dead end, there is a glimmer of hope."
As a child, Su Qingyu could not understand these weird words at all.