In the past twenty years, the god fortune tellers have had trouble talking, he didn't intend to talk about it, but today it is like this, and he can't help him if he doesn't talk about it.
After reading the twenty-year-old letter, his junior sister looked at the fortune teller outside the door. For a while, she could have mixed feelings in her heart, and she couldn't say a word anymore.
"Tuier, it's not that I boast about how good I am." The fortune teller gave a wry smile and said: "After so many years, I have been...I have never gotten a family, and I am still alone."
As soon as this sentence was said, the junior sister of the god fortune teller couldn't help it anymore, grabbing the letter in her hand, and walked to the god fortune teller step by step.
Twenty years are the most beautiful period in a person’s life, but fate makes others. Both of them have spent these two decades in their own way. No matter who, these two decades have been It is a kind of suffering and tribulation.
"What he said is true." I didn't feel good about it when I was watching. I also felt that the woman who could be my aunt at least at this round of age seemed to be the kind of hard-mouthed and soft-hearted woman. , I ran to the end of the year, earning some hard money, and I sent it all here. I am an outsider, but I think... He has nothing to do with you..."
"You..." The woman I should be called Aunt Cui finally stretched out her hand slowly, touched the blood stains on her face for the fortune-teller, and said with a trembling: "Why did you... Why didn't you say this earlier..."
"I have a stupid mouth, and I don't know how to say it. This is what the master left." The fortune teller sighed and said, "After all, my life is not good. Dead, if you are still here, I will ask someone to carry me over and tell you everything one to five to ten, who knows..."
Aunt Cui had tears in her eyes, and she couldn't make a sound of sobbing. After a while, she calmed down and greeted us into the yard.
Aunt Cui made some tea and rice and told us to eat. The fortune teller said what had been held in her heart for so many years, and it was estimated that she had a lot of fun, and snorted and ate two bowls of rice. After the meal, when I sat down to chat, the fortune teller told Aunt Cui about me.
When Shen Suan and Aunt Cui were learning arts under their master, they each only learned half of them. God fortune teller is mainly learning divination. The various methods he and I used when we were in danger were all learned from other places by traveling around for so many years. And what Aunt Cui learns is to watch Feng Shui.
"Growing Feng Shui?" I looked at the god fortune teller in amazement: "The people who watch Feng Shui don't help people to see the house and the graveyard. It can't help me."
"What do you know." The fortune teller snorted, and said, "Feng Shui is also divided into large and small. The folks often say that Feng Shui is actually the direction of the topography of the Heluo Mountains. In addition to the big Feng Shui, there are also small Feng Shui and Xiao Feng Shui. You have to observe people and be able to see all kinds of people. It's not that I'm talking big here. Since my master passed away, no one on this big river beach has such a pair of eyes that can see everything except Tweet."
"Aunt Cui, I beg you." I know the relationship between Aunt Cui and the fortune teller, so I don't have to hide my words: "To be honest, this matter has caused me a little anxiety."
"Naturally I will try my best."
"Thank you in advance, Aunt Cui."
The fortune teller shook his head and frowned. He didn't know what he was thinking about. After a while, he said to me, "Is this generation a bit messy
NS? I call your brother, you call her aunt, then what should I call her? "
"It's all this age, and it's still the same as when she was young, without any seriousness." Aunt Cui looked at the fortuneteller, and there was no resentment and indignation in her eyes. Instead, she seemed to be warm.
Aunt Cui went to prepare, tidy up the house, closed the doors and windows, and lit a light on the small table. The flame of this oil lamp is like a bean, it is crimson, so small that it can't even illuminate a table. I'm sitting here, and Aunt Cui is sitting on the other side of the small table.
"Don't think about anything, don't move, I'll take a look for you."
Aunt Cui took out two old copper coins. Although the coins were old, they seemed to be used frequently, and they were polished and polished. She held the copper coin and slowly put it in front of my eyes. After that, Aunt Cui looked at my eyes through the eyes of the two coins before it.
I remember what she said, I didn't dare to move, and I didn't dare to think about anything in my mind. When Aunt Cui looked through Qian's eyes, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be a very bright gaze in her eyes. His eyes were like swords, as if he could see through everyone at a glance.
Seeing Aunt Cui's gaze, I was a little nervous, but I resisted the movement.
After watching this for a while, I suddenly felt that my eyes seemed to jump. Before I could react, the bright gaze in Aunt Cui's eyes disappeared suddenly, and her whole body was fierce. Leaning backward, he fell to the ground with a puff.
The fortune teller had been sitting in the corner of the hut, and when Aunt Cui fell on her back, the fortune teller quickly went up and helped her up.
"Tweet, what's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
I also ran around the table. Aunt Cui probably fainted and couldn't wake up no matter how she shouted. The fortune teller hurriedly sniffed, and pinched her among the people.
Aunt Cui did not wake up, and I found out that her eyes seemed to be swollen, especially swollen, as if they were stung by a wasp. The fortune teller was panicked and caught in the room.
However, after a cup of tea, Aunt Cui woke up, her eyes were so swollen that she couldn't open them.
"Tweet, what's the matter?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Aunt Cui shook her head, thought for a while, and asked me: "Brother, just ask, what is your background?"
"Our family fished on the river beach. I followed my dad down the river since I was a child. Later, my dad... My dad is gone, so I worshipped a master and learned how to fish a corpse."
"Brother, you do have something in your eyes." Aunt Cui thought for a while, and said: "Except for me, no one may see what is in your eyes, but I can't see clearly."
I immediately understood what Aunt Cui meant, as the colorful fish said, there was something in my eyes. Moreover, this thing should have some taboos. When Aunt Cui tried to see clearly what was in my eyes, she was backlashed. She couldn't try anymore. The first time she tried, her eyes were so swollen. If she still insisted on observing, the consequences would be more serious than this time.
Aunt Cui saw some of it, so I asked her what she saw. If there is a clue, maybe she can still deliberate.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it myself. If you say it, you wouldn't believe it." Aunt Cui fumbled and sat up, and asked the fortuneteller to get some clean water. While washing her eyes, she said: " In your eyes, there is a
Hang the ghost. "
"What? Hang the ghost?" I felt that I was bold enough, but I don't know why. When Aunt Cui said this, I felt a deep chill all over me.
Aunt Cui dimly saw a wooden shelf in my eyes, and a person was hanging on the wooden shelf. She didn't see it very clearly, but she could also detect that the man was like a hanged ghost who killed himself on a hanging beam in folklore, with a rope around his neck and the rope tied to a shelf.
The hanged ghost was hung on the shelf alone, motionless.
I couldn't believe what I heard, but Aunt Cui wouldn't talk nonsense. Since she said that, then I have to believe that there is something in my eyes, and it is... a hanged ghost.
My head was a bit bigger, and my ears buzzed. I can't help but recall all the things I experienced when I grew up.
"Brother, you may not believe it." Although Aunt Cui couldn't see it for the time being, she could sense that my mind was very confused. She dried the water stains on her face and said, "You can disbelieve what I say, but you have to believe in cause and effect."
"cause and effect?"
"Yes, cause and effect, everything in this world has cause and effect, some cause and effect, you can see, some cause and effect, but you can't see." Aunt Cui said: "I never lie. What I said to you, even though I said these things, most people may not believe them, but what I said was the truth."
"Aunt Cui, I know, I know..." My heart is completely confused. I don't believe Aunt Cui's words, it's just that I can't accept this for a while.
In a person's eyes, there is a hanged ghost. How did such a thing happen
I don’t know what I’m thinking at the moment. The fortune teller slapped my lips and asked: "Tuier, there is no way, can I see exactly what is in his eyes? You said, this old man is a good man. I can trust him. If there is a way, I will help him."
"If there is a way, can I not help?" Aunt Cui shook her head, and said, "There must be someone deliberately unwilling to let people see the things in his eyes. Now, there is only one way that is not a solution."
"what?"
"Wait, you can only wait. The things in his eyes didn't appear for no reason. When it's time to peel off the cocoon, if you don't look for the answer, the answer will emerge by yourself."
"This... This is really a good way..." The fortune teller turned to look at me, and said, "Brother, don't blame us for not helping."
"I know, it's all destined." I was confused, and I didn't know what to say. The fortune teller settled Aunt Cui and talked with me for a while. I felt dizzy and dizzy. Go to the hut next door to lie down.
As soon as I lay down, my eyes could not be opened, and the sleepiness accumulated over many days seemed to burst out in an instant. I lay down and fell asleep.
The small mountain village is very peaceful, and I slept more securely. However, not knowing how long I slept, I started to dream.
I dreamed of an empty river beach with a faint mist floating on the beach. In the mist, there was a vague frame made of wood.
On the wooden shelf, there was a person hanging motionless. When the river breeze passed by, this person drooped his head, hands and feet, and swayed gently with the wind.
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