Chen Xijin's answer seemed to surprise the old man. Even his small eyes that were half-closed were excited and he couldn't help but open his eyes widened a little, "What a good guy, he is indeed a scholar-in-law and doesn't respect any ghosts and gods, so he came out of school, right?"

Chen Xijin didn't answer. He had never eaten pork but had seen pigs running. He knew the routines of these fortune tellers. In a popular saying, "A bad old man's son is actually very bad!"

He knew very well, but as long as he opened his mouth, he would be led by this fortune teller.

You should know that these fortune tellers are not fame. Although Chen Xijin never believed that one person could guess or even see through the fate of another person. They are all separated from the belly of the human heart and body, who can be an exception?

But the old fortune teller in front of me looked like this, with the rusts of time engraved on his face. I am afraid that years will not be short, so naturally there are old people's skills and extraordinary points in this Tao. It is not surprising that they say two seemingly profound words that conform to the situation of the past and present.

"hehe……"

The old man's eyes narrowed again, looking at Chen Xijin who didn't say a word and just locked his eyebrows in the shade.

"Oh, it's a pity. At such a young age, my brows are frowning, and the worries are clearly visible to me, an old man outsider. Young man, don't give up, there are many people who are lost! Be cheer up, just like you said, your destiny is in your own hands, so why bother you?"

The words made Chen Xijin suddenly startled, and his originally wandering eyes once again gathered on the face of the fortune teller in front of him.

But he still has gray hair, thin, small eyes, big ears, and cheekbones higher than ordinary people. He wore a pair of square glasses inlaid with gold wire frames and looked at himself with a smile on his face.

Chen Xijin couldn't help but chuckled, but he didn't tell that he had failed the college entrance examination and failed. "Uncle, how did you calculate fortune telling?"

"Oh, haha, it's easy to calculate. You can look at your palms, faces, and lottery to tell fortunes. Everything is complete! How about a young man, let's do it?"

"Didn't you encourage me to take my destiny into my own hands? Why did I tell fortunes again?" Chen Xijin's words seemed innocent, but made the fortune teller speechless for a while.

After a while, Chen Xijin took the initiative to break the embarrassment. Not to mention, this is his first time, he is really interested in this fortune telling.

However, the bag is not generous, and Chen Xijin has no habit of spending money in vain.

After thinking about it, I just said, "Uncle, I have enjoyed the cool weather here for a long time. It's quite cool. It's not easy for you to live here on this hot day. It's a pity that I don't believe in fate. In this way, I can't let your business go to waste. I don't look at my palms or faces, just draw a lottery to get lucky!"

The old man's half-closed eyes flashed with a chuckling of appreciation and said, "Haha, okay, okay!"

“How do you charge?”

"Twenty yuan for palmistry, twenty yuan for facial appearance, ten yuan for lottery..."

"Then draw a lottery! Is it the paper lottery in this cylinder?"

Chen Xijin didn't wait for the old man to finish speaking, but he took the cylinder in front of him, and didn't ask the old man to remind him, but he almost casually took out a piece of paper from the cylinder.

There is a poem written on the paper sign, with beautiful hard pen characters, and some traditional Chinese characters are mixed in between. Judging from the appearance of time, it should be from the old fortune teller in front of you.

Fortunately, Chen Xijin also knew some traditional Chinese characters, so he was not embarrassed and read them aloud, but he saw that it said:

Sign up:

When will the scholar be angry?

(When will the scholar be angry?)

I feel sad and depressed.

(I feel sad and sad and depressed)

Menopause climbing on the railing,

(Menophobia climbs on the railing)

The willows are dark and the flowers are bright and spring is coming again.

After reading it, Chen Xijin was a little confused and looked at the source of the poem - the old man, "Uncle, what does the poem on this signature mean?"

The old man's expression suddenly became happy. His right hand was raised by the sun, and his thin and slender index finger and middle finger were together one by one, one by one, and he held the golden wire frame, but a little worn glasses, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "This, the sign is a good omen! But... it also costs money to unblock the sign, ahem."

“…”

Chen Xijin rolled his eyes and believed it even more: This old man’s son is really bad!

The sign up, and the three words are written on the top. As long as you are not blind, who can’t see it? Is it necessary for this bad old man to pretend to be profound?

But I have also drawn this sign and read the poem. I can't just leave without understanding!

There was no way, Chen Xijin gritted his teeth and said, "Uh, okay! How much does it cost to resolve the sign?"

"One-price, twenty yuan!"

"Damn, even the room for bargaining is blocked..."

Chen Xijin couldn't help but look at the fortune teller a few more times. They all said that people are old and mature. As expected, the old man decided that his signature today would not be resolved.

"Okay, twenty is twenty, and you will also be given to you by the ten yuan draw."

Chen Xijin took out a twenty-yuan and a ten-yuan bill from his pocket with a denomination, and handed it openly to the dark hand that the old man had greeted him in time.

"Okay, please unwilling to sign for me!"

When the money was reached, the old man's long beard shook happily. He touched the paper tag that Chen Xijin drew and smiled and said, "It's easy to explain, it's easy to explain. Young man, look, the poem in your upper sign, "When will it be difficult for a scholar to be angry?" means very simple, which means that your study journey is not smooth, and you will always encounter some hardships, such as losing your reputation is one of the difficulties. So when this "time" may be "many times" or "sometimes", it depends on your luck!"

Chen Xijin's eyes were dull. The old man's initial words "fameless" did not touch him much, but he didn't expect that the paper tag he pulled out casually actually touched his heart again.

Yes, failure in the college entrance examination is simply his eternal menopause on his journey to study.

"Please continue talking!"

"This "worry, sorrow, sorrow, and depression" means that at this moment, your heart is painful and depressed, and cannot be vented and relieved. It accumulates in your heart, and you are immersed in a state of depression."

"Uncle, let's finish it in one breath!" Chen Xijin habitually clenched his fists, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Isn't that the case? After failing the college entrance examination and being a few points away from the most basic first-class line, his inner world was already broken, and he was so dark that he didn't have a trace of anger.

"Okay..." The old man's eyes retracted from the pain flashing over Chen Xijin's slightly tender face, and his tone changed and he continued: "But! Young man, don't be discouraged, don't forget that this is a sign, which is a good sign.

Just as the poem in this paper mark says, the last two sentences, the pen tip turns, and the momentum appears in front of you, "Menopharyngeal climbing on the railing, the willows and flowers are bright again," means that you, the depression of losing your grandson, the unsuccessful study, the upset and sorrow accumulated in your heart and the fear of the future, as long as you go out more, be on the top of the extreme, hold the railing, look up the sky, look down at the flowing water, and look down at the mountains and valleys, you will see the dark willows and flowers, and you will be cleared up all your worries and sorrows, and the future will still be bright!"

When the words paused, Chen Xijin was shocked, and he showed respect in his eyes and said, "Well, thank you uncle, I have recorded everything you said!"

After saying that, Chen Xijin was no longer afraid of the heat wave that had been together for a long time. He ignored the hot sun, rushed out of the shade under the bus stop, and headed towards the faraway building. There was a sudden indescribable firmness and briskness in his steps.

The old fortune teller's little eyes narrowed again, and his originally shrewd expression turned into satisfaction. Sometimes, are all those who do his job better than doctors? Unfortunately, looking at the world, there is no confidant who understands him!

"Yes! This is a distinguished guest, a distinguished guest hahahaha..."
Chapter completed!