The next night, Qi Yan and a few brothers in the dormitory went to a hot pot restaurant with a good business, ordered a table full of dishes, and opened their stomachs to eat.
"Let me tell you, it's best to eat hot pot on a hazy summer night and drink cold beer." The boss picked up two pieces of mutton from the hot pot and took a sip of beer, "Qian Qian, what are your plans in the future?" Qi Yan's name was read. He sounds like money, so the entire dormitory, including the entire class, likes to call him this nickname.
"Take a step and see a step," Qi Yan doesn't like to drink, but today is a special day, he didn't want to spoil everyone's happiness, he drank two glasses with him, his cheeks were slightly red, but his eyes were very bright, "Anyway, I eat alone. Full, the whole family is not hungry."
When his master picked him up back then, he was still a baby boy who couldn't speak. After the master brought him back to the Xiao Taoist Temple, he discovered that his right foot was born with a missing toe. Later, the master went to the town police station to call the police, but no one came to him. At that time, the people in the town were all poor, backward in thinking, and had many children. Probably because he had no toes, he was not born to be gossiped, so he simply threw him away.
At that time, there were no welfare institutions in such a small place, and no one came to him. In the end, the master saw that he was pitiful and raised him.
The master taught him a lot of things, and he insisted on sending him to school. Before his death, he still wanted him to go to college in the imperial capital, and gave him a real estate certificate with his name on it and the address of the house. in the imperial capital.
I really don't know when he secretly bought the house in the imperial capital, it's really tight.
Thinking of these past events, Qi Yan pinched his nose and looked at the three buddies with a smile: "It just so happens that I haven't used the trigrams this month, why don't I make a trigram for each of you?"
The eldest and the eldest waved at the same time. The two of them knew that Qi Yan had a hobby of fortune-telling, but as five good young people who grew up under the red flag, they still believed in science.
Wang Hang, who has always had the best relationship with Qi Yan, asked with great interest, "Give me the money."
Qi Yan stretched out his hand towards him and compared five fingers.
"Is your brother asking for money?" Wang Hang clutched his purse with disbelief on his face.
"Brother, clear the account," Qi Yan patted him on the shoulder, "I get the money to help you do good deeds and donate it to those in need."
"I don't think you should ask for money," Wang Hang took out five hundred yuan from his wallet and photographed it in Qi Yan's hand, "You should ask death for money."
"You have to discuss this matter with my master and the old man," Qi Yan shook the money and said with a smile, "but are you sure you want to communicate with his old man?"
"It's better not to disturb his old man's sleep," Wang Hang waved his hands again and again, "Just give me the calculation, how will my luck in my life be."
After Qi Yan put away the money, he said slowly, "You should have a sister in your life, but it was gone because of an accident."
Wang Hang waved his hands again and again: "You're not right, I'm the only baby in my family, where can I find a sister." He just said, Qi Yan is from head to toe, and there is no such thing as an expert demeanor at all. , how could it really be a fortune teller.
The eldest and the second were watching the fun with a laugh and haha, and they didn't even grab the meat cooked in the pot.
"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet," Qi Yan fished the cooked mutton into a bowl, received Wang Hang's half-skeptical, half-expectant look, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. "However, in your family's family that has accumulated good deeds, there may have been rare great benevolent people in your ancestors. These merits have been blessing your descendants of the royal family, so that you live a better life than ordinary people. As the saying goes, even if there is a lot of luck, Xi Fu, many people have done a lot of good things in their ancestors, but the younger generations are not up to the standard, and no amount of luck will be wasted."
Speaking of this, Qi Yan focused his eyes, and saw a few strands of red and purple mist faintly appear above Wang Hang's head. His heart was shocked, is he a skillful improvement
In the past, he could at most see the ups and downs of his life's fortune from other people's faces, but he absolutely couldn't see the other's "luck" with the naked eye. According to the cultivating novels, this was simply a direct ascension from the Qi training period to the cultivation of the gods. In the period, the opening and hanging are open to the point that most people do not believe it.
Seeing that Qi Yan suddenly stared at him and didn't speak, Wang Hang's expression was still a little strange, and he felt a little nervous in his heart, "Qian, Qianqian, what do you see?"
"I see that you have good luck in your life. As long as you don't do evil and don't die, it is your destiny to have both happiness and longevity." Speaking of this, Qi Yan pretended to be a master and shook his head, "Your life is so good that it makes people jealous."
"I can't help it, most people are not as skilled as me in the technical work of reincarnation." Hearing this kind of good words, whether it is true or false, Wang Hang is still very satisfied.
The eldest brother and the second child shushed the two of them when they saw it, "The third child, the fourth child, that's enough for the two of you, look down at the ground, your faces have fallen, do you still want it?"
"That's not what I said, it's money that says my life is good," Wang Hang pointed at Qi Yan, "Even if it's shameless, it's money and money, and it has nothing to do with me."
Qi Yan shook his head and sighed: "How do you foolish mortals understand the loneliness of a master?"
"vomit!"
"Don't be disgusting with us, do you want to eat hot pot again?"
"Fuck, my mutton! Qian Qian, when did you sneak so much mutton into your bowl!"
Qi Yan glanced at it: "How can you see that the master is doing it?"
The other three people in the dormitory responded with a squinting expression, vividly responding to his shameless words.
The meal was very late. The four of them returned to the dormitory with the smell of hot pot and drunkenly humming songs. The only one who was still awake, Qi Yan, put them to bed, and came back after washing. It was normal, so I went back to my bed with confidence.
In the middle of the night, I don't know who said a few words in a dream, Qi Yan turned over in a daze, his face was facing the direction of the window, and his whole face was immersed in the bright moonlight.
A few days later, the four people in the 4605 dormitory moved out of the dormitory one after another, and then began to go their separate ways.
As the most beloved single seedling in the family, Wang Hang was warmly cared by the whole family when he returned home. The most direct expression was a large amount of pocket money and a table full of dishes.
"Grandma, I can't eat any more," Wang Hang clutched his stomach and slumped on the chair, listening to the elders at home chatting gossip.
What owner's daughter found a scumbag, and now the scumbag cheats money and sex, and even the company's equity has been defrauded.
"That's why you don't need to be careful about being a human being," Wang's mother sighed. "That girl is very beautiful and energetic, so why did you come across such a thing."
Dad Wang nodded again and again, expressing his strong agreement with this statement.
However, Mama Wang obviously hadn't come out of her anger: "If our daughter hadn't had a miscarriage, she would have been almost the same age as that girl. If anyone dares to lie to her like this, I will definitely kill him..."
"Mom!" Wang Hang jumped up from his chair, "What did you just say?!"
daughter? abortion? The amount of information is a bit large, and he can't accept it.
Only then did Mother Wang remember that her son was still there, so she restrained her emotions and said, "Do you know the girl who was deceived?"
"No, I'm talking about the latter sentence," Wang Hang carefully observed his fucking expression, "You used to really..."
Pregnant with a daughter but miscarried
Wang's mother's voice was a little low, "It's all twenty years ago, what are you asking for?" Thinking of that daughter who had already formed, she felt a little bitter in her heart and was unwilling to say more.
Wang Hang saw that his mother's face was not very good-looking, so he did not ask any questions, but sat back in the chair in a trance.
"You were supposed to have a sister in your life, but it was gone because of an accident."
When Qian Qian told him this sentence, he didn't take it to heart at all. He didn't expect this sentence to be fulfilled so quickly. Could it be that... money is really an iron man, a master who is hidden in the city
After returning to the room, Wang Hang called Qi Yan excitedly, wishing that Qi Yan could do the math for him again!
When Qi Yan received Wang Hang's call, he was helping a mother and son with fortune-telling. To be precise, he was helping the son of the mother and son with fortune-telling. It was just that the son was impatient, but his mother was very polite. He was skeptical, but his attitude was good.
"Mom, how old are you and you still believe this?" The boy glanced at Qi Yan with disgust, "Even if you want to fortune-telling, find someone who looks like him. This person is only a few years older than me, what can he be? "Actually, he also wanted to say that with this little white face, this person doesn't seem to be a fortune teller.
Qi Yan smiled without saying a word, and glanced over the boy.
Very good, Sao Nian, you managed to get my attention.
So, just when the boy's mother was about to apologize, Qi Yan spoke up.
"Ling Lang's fortune in this life is not bad. There should be a water calamity when he was four years old, but he was fortunate to have the help of nobles to survive this disaster. There was also a disaster when he was twelve years old, but it was a near miss. As the saying goes He said that if you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be blessings later, and Ling Lang has avoided the two biggest calamities in his life, and there will be no more troubles in the future."
Although the boy did not remember the incident when he was four years old, he often listened to his parents at home, saying that he fell into a small river when he was a child. Fortunately, a passing veteran saved his life. At the age of twelve, he already remembered very clearly. He graduated from elementary school that year and was hit by a car on the way home. Miraculously, except for a broken calf, he was not seriously injured.
By this time, the boy's heart was already a little empty, and when he looked at Qi Yan's tender white face, he unconsciously put on the right posture, but his mouth was still hard: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, who didn't fall when he was a child. , a fight or something."
Yes, that's it, this kind of deception has long been exposed in the book, so he won't believe it!