For those who really know fortune-telling, it is not difficult to calculate the past, but the difficult thing is the future. Because the past has already happened, it is fixed, but the future has many possibilities and changes. If the skill is not deep, it is possible to mislead others.
He didn't care whether others believed what he said. He said everything he could, and it was his own business whether others would take it to heart. Only a liar would be afraid of others not believing him, with a lot of tongues and a lot of good words.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the child is ignorant," the child's mother pulled the boy behind him and prevented him from speaking, "You give him the calculations for his future studies, career, and marriage."
Qi Yan shook his head with a smile: "Ma'am, as I said before, the two biggest disasters in Ling Lang's life have passed, and there will be no catastrophe in the rest of his life." Being arrogant and conceited when he was young is not a big problem. This child With straight eyes and fair eyes, there is justice in his heart, and he will not be a wicked person when he grows up in the future.
Although the child's mother still wanted to know more, she was very happy to hear the little master say that her child would live well for the rest of her life. He neatly took out five hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and offered them with both hands, "Thank you sir."
After taking the money, Qi Yan couldn't help but smile when he saw that the boy was still a little unconvinced with pursed lips. This smile made his somewhat small face a little more mysterious, "Madam, don't be so polite, Ling Lang will definitely be a promising person in the future."
The boy's expression was a little unnatural, and he seemed to feel that he was a little rude just now. When the mother and son were about to leave, he whispered, "I'm sorry."
Qi Yan chuckled and put the money into his wallet: "Young man, it's normal to have doubts in your heart."
The boy's face was a little red, and he lowered his head and did not speak.
"Madam, if it's not necessary, please ask your family not to travel south this month." Qi Yan picked up his little wooden sign, "Goodbye."
"Ah?" The boy's mother nodded blankly. After Qi Yan was far away, she returned to her senses. Did she really meet an expert this time
As a member of the Cen family branch, she has never been short of money since she was a child. Five hundred yuan is really a drop in the bucket for her. When she is not busy, she likes to read articles about ghosts and ghosts. Now, even though she is middle-aged, this hobby has not changed. When she just passed by here, she saw that this little young man was holding a wooden sign in his heart, and there was some ironclad calculation written on it, and she wanted the other party to help her son with fortune-telling.
Thinking of what the young gentleman had said, she took out her mobile phone and called her husband. After hearing that he was going to the south for a business trip for two days, she felt a little uneasy, so she told a small lie and left him behind. .
People in branches like them, even if they have a position in the head office, are only dispensable, so whether her husband goes on a business trip or not has no impact on the company's arrangements.
Regardless of whether he is accurate or not, there is nothing wrong with being careful!
"Brother Hang, what's the matter?" Qi Yan dialed Wang Hang's phone back, bought a bottle of frozen drink in the small shop next to him, and Wang Hang's excited voice came from his phone.
"Qianqian, you cow, you cow went to the sky, and my brother gave you a knee!"
"It's useless if I want your knee, so take it back," Qi Yan walked to the sidewalk and saw that there were still more than ten seconds left at the traffic light, so he stood there and waited.
The red light quickly turned green, and he looked around before walking forward with confidence. As soon as he passed the double solid line section in the middle, he saw a black car with a left turn signal rushing over from his right, and then drove away in a hurry.
Qi Yan, who was sprayed with exhaust gas, wiped his face. Although left turns are allowed on this section, the speed is too unfriendly.
"Qianqian, besides fortune-telling, can you do anything else?" Wang Hang excitedly circled the room, "For example, chasing ghosts and demons, begging gods to ask immortals, etc.?"
Qi Yan: …
"Read less novels and read more science and education books," Qi Yan sighed helplessly, "feudal superstition is not worth it."
"You idiot actually want to educate me not to be superstitious?!" Wang Hang was speechless, "Then what do you know?"
"It's even fortune-telling, look at Feng Shui," Qi Yan squinted and looked forward, "Don't think too much about other things."
"It's okay to be able to read Feng Shui," Wang Hang said with great interest, "Tomorrow you come to my house as a guest, and help me check the Feng Shui of my house."
"Okay." After Qi Yan promised Wang Hang, he hung up the phone and prepared to go home.
Qi Yan's home is on Wutong Road. The location is very good, the community is not big, but the greening is very good, and the property management is also very reliable. It is impossible to buy a house here without spending millions.
I don't know where the old man got so much money.
I went to the supermarket to buy two big bones and a pack of shredded kelp, and stewed them when I got home.
Turning off the fire, Qi Yan returned to the study, turned on the computer and started to browse the nonsense forum. It was quite interesting to see the serious nonsense of the landlords inside.
After flipping through a few posts, he frowned when he saw the owner of a post saying that there have been several suicides and sudden deaths in the newly moved community in just two months.
But when he refreshed again, the post had been deleted. So he didn't take it to heart. After all, it's hard to tell whether the news on the Internet is true or false, and some people deliberately fabricate rumors in order to find a sense of existence, without considering the consequences at all.
After the bone soup was boiled, Qi Yan first scooped a bowl and bowed in front of the master's photo, then put the bowl back on the table and drank it by himself. Anyway, his old man has become an immortal, and he can't eat these mundane things. It's better for him to help the master to eat it, and he can't waste it.
After dinner, Qi Yan took out the Taoist scriptures left to him by his master and read it for a while.
There are countless branches of Taoist techniques, and what he is learning now also stems from the same vein of Taoism, but the Taoist warlocks who are really capable have always adhered to the casual attitude that if you believe in love, the Taoist is too lazy to talk to you, so that Taoism is becoming more and more declining, and when ordinary people think of Taoist priests, they only think of alchemy and liars.
In fact, Taoism contains a lot of useful treasures. It’s a pity that the times are changing, the speed of life is accelerating, and the social competition is fierce. Many people are too tired to live their lives every day. Taoism.
Early the next morning, before Qi Yan had time to eat breakfast, Wang Hang knocked on the door.
"Qian Qian, how about breakfast?" As soon as Wang Hang entered the door, he saw the breakfast that he had not had time to move on the table, put the breakfast he bought for Qi Yan on the table, and shamelessly brought Qi Yan's porridge. In his hand, he couldn't wait to take a sip, "Your skill at cooking porridge is really rare. I think if you go to open a porridge shop, the business will definitely be very good."
Qi Yan glanced at Wang Hang in disgust, opened the breakfast he bought and ate it, "Why did you come so early?"
"You haven't been to my house. I'm afraid you'll get lost, so I came to pick you up." Wang Hang lowered his head and drank the porridge without lifting it. "Are you moved?"
"Oh." Qi Yan was very moved.
After the two had breakfast, Qi Yan changed into a set of clothes and went downstairs with Wang Hang.
Wang Hang came to pick him up and drove a car on purpose. This car looked only a little better than an ordinary scooter, and it was not a luxury brand. It can be seen that the parents of the Wang family do not intend to raise their children into playboys who do not know the hardships.
"Qian Qian, if there is something wrong with my house, just say it's okay, don't worry too much," Wang Hang parked the car in the garage and took Qi Yan out of the car, "My family is happy to know that I will bring my classmates back. No way."
Qi Yan smiled and followed Wang Hang into the gate of Wang's house with a large bag of fruit. Facts have proved that what Wang Hang said was not polite. The Wang family really welcomed him, and he was so enthusiastic that he could not stand it.
Looking at the fruit bowl that was so sharp that it almost fell, Qi Yan hurriedly stuffed the two pieces that were about to fall into his mouth.
However, the Wang family's parents did not take the initiative to mention the matter of feng shui. Perhaps in their hearts, it was just two young people joking around, and they didn't take it seriously at all.
"Hanghang accompanies your classmates to visit our house," the queen mother said to Qi Yan with a gentle smile, "don't be too polite, just treat this as your own home." She had heard her son mention this friend since childhood. My father has no mother, and I was raised by a Taoist priest in a small town. It can be seen that I have suffered a lot since childhood.
Now that this young man looks likable and gets along well with his son, he naturally has a good impression of him in his heart.
No way, Qi Yan's appearance is too easy to stimulate the fatherhood and motherhood of the elders.
"Qian Qian, you and I will take a look around," Wang Hang stood up excitedly and looked at Qi Yan expectantly, "Let's look upstairs or downstairs first?"
"Look from the outside first." Qi Yan smiled politely at the Queen Mother, and then stood up and glanced outside the gate. No matter how well the house was furnished, if the seat was not right and the main gate was crooked, then everything would be in vain.
The imperial capital is a place where dragons gather, and it is very popular. In general, it is a good place. The community where Wang Hang lived should have been reviewed by professionals when it was being built, so it was considered a prosperous land, and there would be no common sense problem of wrong orientation.
Walking out of the gate of the Wang family villa, there are simple grass and green plants on both sides of the gate, and there is no fountain rockery. It looks generous and comfortable, which is very similar to the feeling that the Wang family gave him. The shape of the gate is wide and simple, the pattern is simple, and there is no uneven personality shape, and there is no lion head or tiger head decoration for the sake of showing off.
"Qian Qian, is there any problem with my house?"
Qi Yan shook his head: "open-minded, blessed family, no problem."
"Then let's take a look inside?" Wang Hang showed Qi Yan a little bit of a dog-legged way, and he was relieved by asking Qi Yan to praise his family inside and out.
However, as soon as the house was halfway through, Wang's father received a call and had to take Wang Hang out.
Seeing that Wang Fu's expression was a little serious, Qi Yan knew that this was not a trivial matter, so he took the initiative to bid farewell.
Wang Hang embarrassedly sent Qi Yan to the car, and whispered to him: "I heard that a big man has entered the hospital, and many people in the imperial capital went to show their hospitality."
With their family's identity, I don't know if they can show their faces in front of others.
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