They brought all kinds of valuable gifts and lined up outside with sincerity, hoping that the blind uncle would do some fortune-telling for them.
When Shen Zhilie saw this, he was also amazed.
“Why are there so many people?”
Ye Qianqian took a look, then glanced at Shen Zhilie with contempt, and said: "Look at your inexperienced look, of course it's the blind uncle who is effective!"
Shen Zhilie never expected that the blind uncle's appeal was so much stronger than that of old lady Shen!
Too.
One is a true immortal, the other is a half immortal.
I guess this is the difference
Shen Zhilie and Ye Qianqian waited outside for a long time, and only went in after the number of people decreased.
As soon as he entered the house, Shen Zhilie saw the floor tiles that were obviously worn out, and exclaimed: "I finally understand what it means to have the threshold worn out. In ancient wooden houses, it must have been even worse than this."
"You don't have any experience with this," Ye Qianqian glanced at him and said, "Didn't you see the threshold?"
“Yes.”
The floor tiles looked dirty and had some wear and tear on them.
But the color of the threshold was very evenly aged.
"I don't know what it's like over there, but here, you can't cross the threshold."
"Hmm? Why?"
"I don't quite understand it either. Grandpa once told me that the threshold is like the neck of a god. If you step on the threshold to pass through, it's like stepping on the neck of a god to pass through, which is not good."
Shen Zhilie had never heard of it, but now that Ye Qianqian said it, he felt it was a bit novel.
I went to find the blind uncle with my gifts, but it was obvious that the blind uncle had been busy all day and was very tired.
Sitting in a chair, leaning back.
The eyes were open, but there were no pupils in them, just white sclera. Ye Qianqian felt a little scared when she saw it.
Seeing that the blind uncle looked exhausted, Ye Qianqian hesitated for a moment, but still said, "How about we come back tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you're here."
A female voice.
She was an old woman who looked to be around 40 or 50 years old. She seemed to be the aunt invited by the town to take care of the blind uncle.
She came over and asked, "Are you Ye Zhenhua's daughter?"
Ye Qianqian was a little surprised and asked, "Yes, how did you know?"
The old woman did not answer, but looked at the blind uncle.
The blind uncle still looked the same, but this time he spoke in dialect: "Come in if you are here."
For some reason, Ye Qianqian had a feeling that he was waiting for her to come.
Pulling Shen Zhilie forward, Ye Qianqian stood in front of the blind uncle and called out, "Hello, uncle."
The blind uncle finally stood up and said, "Come here, young man."
As he spoke, he waved toward the front.
They spoke in dialect, which Shen Zhilie could not understand.
Ye Qianqian pushed him and said, "Uncle wants you to come over."
Shen Zhilie placed the gift on the table next to him, then stepped forward.
"Squat down."
The blind uncle said.
Ye Qianqian translated for a while before Shen Zhilie squatted down.
The blind uncle's rough hand touched Shen Zhilie's face.
Shen Zhilie quickly closed his eyes, only feeling the pain from his face being rubbed.
But she didn't say anything, just pursed her lips and closed her eyes.
Soon, the blind uncle took his hand back and said, "Very good, very good."
Shen Zhilie understood these two sentences.
But, what's going on
(End of this chapter)