Chapter 73 Meet Zhang Enp for the first time! 2, Please collect it!

Liu Dashao sat on the small bench he pulled out and looked at him coldly: "What on earth do you want?"

Seeing that Liu Dashao completely lost, the fortune teller opened his half-squinted eyes and smiled, "Do you believe that we are predestined now!"

"I believe it now. Can you tell me what you want?" Liu Dashao felt that he was caught by him like an ant at this moment.

"The piece of jade on your neck was given to you by someone else, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

The fortune teller smiled coldly: "Have you forgotten what I do?"

Liu Dashao put his eyes on the cement floor beside him and wrote: " fortune-telling" and on the paper with gossip graphics, "Can you also calculate this?"

The fortune teller suppressed the pride and self-confidence in his heart to prevent them from bursting out: "If you can't figure it out, you won't look back, don't you think so?"

Nowadays, Liu Dashao had to nod and admit and admire. He did not have any resistance. He said to the fortune teller in peace, "What can we discuss well? Raise your hand and give me back the jade first. That jade is really important to me! Otherwise, I won't go back to you, don't you think?

"Is it because you are the predestined person of this jade?"

"How do you know everything!" Liu Dashao was more surprised than before. He knew that it didn't matter if it was a piece of jade. The most important thing was that he knew very well that he was the predestined person of this piece of jade. No matter how accurate you are, you can't be so accurate. Liu Dashao began to doubt whether the old boy was the head of the secret agent sent by the Kuomintang to the mainland. Otherwise, how could he know so much?

The fortune teller saw Liu Dashao's surprise and said with a smile, "I still know a lot."

Liu Dashao asked Yu to be eagerly and said to him, "You'd better return that piece of jade to me first. What kind of things can we discuss slowly?"

The fortune teller smiled again, "I didn't pick up the piece of jade you. What should I give back to you? You haven't lost that piece of jade, so why did you ask me for it?

Liu Dashao read everything he had just said in his heart. He felt as if he had been played with by the magic stick in front of him, so he impatiently put his hand on his chest and pressed it on the clothes. It was so incredible that he couldn't help but be stunned.

Liu Dashao almost sat up. There was nothing on his neck before he turned around and came back. However, I don't know when the jade returned to his body. At this moment, it was close to his chest, which was a little cold. All this is so puzzling. It's like magic. I don't even feel it at all.

The fortune teller nodded to Liu Dashao: "I said it's still on you!"

"Can you do magic?" Liu Dashao put his hand down from his chest. The jade was so cold that he couldn't stand it. He pressed it on his chest for a long time made him very uncomfortable.

The fortune teller said, "I'm just a fortune teller, not a magician."

"What happened just now?" Liu Dashao looked nervously at the person in front of him who scared him. Who the hell is he? Why is there such a great magic power?

The fortune teller said slowly, "What you see in your eyes is not necessarily real, and what you see in your dreams is not necessarily illusory. True and false, false and true, both true and false, false and true, who can speak clearly? Maybe you can only understand it if you experience it yourself!"

Liu Dashao always feels strange today, but he can't say what's strange. The fortune-teller in front of him is really difficult to get rid of, and it must be difficult to leave. So he went straight to the topic: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"How can I see it?" The fortune teller said.

Liu Dashao said, "If you don't have anything to say to me, why bother me to come back to you."

The fortune teller nodded excitedly: "Since you can think so, it proves that we are really predestined. How about fortune-telling?"

Grandma Fan has helped with the fortune-telling, so Liu Dashao touched his chin and said to him, "You'd better test a word for me!"

"Please write!" The fortune teller waved his hand to Liu Dashao, which meant that he could measure words now.

Liu Dashao suddenly thought that he had just sat down and said, "Then let's have a 'sit'!"

After hearing this, the fortune teller quickly narrowed his eyes, stretched out his right hand and wrote a word 'sit' in the heart of his left hand, and muttered something in his mouth. Liu Dashao didn't understand at all, so he had to wait patiently for the result.

"Oh!"

After a while, he opened his eyes and said to Liu Dashao, "The word 'sit' is composed of two 'people' and a word 'earth'. This word has a deep meaning. When two people sit on the soil, the word 'earth' is so long that the two words 'people' are separated. Young man, it seems that you are going to be separated from someone recently, and this person is the person you can't give up.

"Separation, how to separate?"

The fortune teller saw the strangeness on Liu Dashao's face and nodded deeply, "There is an earth word under the character. I'm afraid it's going to be buried in the loess!"

After saying that, his eyes looked at him tightly. Liu Dashao felt a little seen through. He didn't know who the closest person in the mouth of the fortune teller was. He could only nod: "I know."

The fortune-teller smiled happily, "Young man, are you really open-minded?"

Liu Dashao said with a wry smile, "People are going to die. Why do you still say it's a predestined thing? Do you say that to everyone who comes to you?

"No, no, no, I only say that with predestined people." With that, he had put on his sunglasses again, and Mr. Liu saw that his appearance on the lens was very blurred.

"You will understand in the future."

"Oh?" Liu Dashao looked at him fixedly: "Then what do you think about my life?"

"Since the ending is already doomed, why insist? Well, sometimes there will be in life, and there is no time to force it!" After the fortune teller finished speaking, he sighed repeatedly.

Liu Dashao really couldn't understand what he meant, so he asked, "Sir, how can you say this? Why do you sigh repeatedly?"

"Please write again!" The fortune teller spread out his hands in front of Liu Dashao.

Liu Dashao said, "I'm afraid that he heard the wrong word 'cause and effect', so I said it very loudly.

The fortune teller looked at him fixedly for a while, and then said, "Young man, you still can't let go after all!"

"Sir, how do you say that?"

The fortune teller smiled, "I know what's on in your heart from the word you said."

The word 'cause' is composed of a 'mouth' word plus a 'big' word group. The word 'mouth' represents four walls. The word 'big' is a word 'people' and a word 'one'. This means that a person is trapped in a wall and can't get out. However, there is only one 'person' in the word 'cause', which indicates that you have been struggling in the wall you built.

"Is there any other way to change all this?" Liu Dashao also asked the fortune teller with the last glimmer of hope.

The fortune teller said, "Of course there is a way, but, it's just..." The words after him didn't say as if they had been choked.

When Liu Dashao heard the fortune teller's words, he smiled at him: "Master, don't worry, if you don't think you have enough money, you can add it."

The fortune teller's face looks very calm, and it doesn't have the joy that Liu Dashao wants to see: "Young, I think you are misunderstanding. Money is a thing. If money can solve the problem, it is not a problem."

Liu Dashao no longer wanted to listen to his roundabouts, so he said to him, "Master, if you have anything, you might as well say it directly."

"The secrets of heaven can't be leaked!" These words came out of the fortune teller's mouth.

I didn't expect that the result I wanted to hear would be such words. Liu Dashao had the impulse to grab the bench and hit him. Damn, I only tell myself half of it. No, it's not half yet. It's better not to tell me and catch my appetite. I hate people who only talk half the time.

A gust of wind blew through the alley and turned over the big red paper that the fortune teller pressed on the ground with stone. Liu Dashao pressed the stone on the corner of the paper: "Since it's a heavenly machine, it's better not to leak it, so that you won't be punished by God in the future." With that, he took out a dollar from the bag and put it on the paper. He stood up and was about to leave.

"Young people, all this is fixed! It's better to let nature take its course!" The fortune teller's words behind Mr. Liu are very important.

Liu Dashao turned his back to him and said lightly, "I think I already know what to do."

"That's good." The fortune teller picked up the stone and slowly put his folded gossip drawing into his arms: "Young man, I will live in the small room opposite from now on. Everyone is a neighbor. Take care of me if you have nothing to do. By the way, my name is Zhang En Pu.

"Well, see you later, Uncle Zhang." Liu Dashao paused.

"What is the life in the previous life and the life in this life? Five malpractices and three lack of life, widows and widows are lonely and disabled. Since he has been a Taoist, he has experienced many disasters. He responded to the dragon and tiger every day, and it was passed down to sixty-four generations.

"Alas! Life, death, death, death, life. Life and death, life and death. Life without death, come back from the dead. Exotic ghost dreams, waiters accompany each other. All kindness and resentment, scattered with the wind, scattered with the wind!"

The fortune teller's words echoed in Liu Dashao's mind again. This time, he did not turn his head again and asked the old man why he said such a big sloof words to himself. However, Liu Dashao secretly remembered this word in his heart, but unfortunately, he didn't know much about it. Now he doesn't know that this poem is actually a portrayal of his life.

I can finally leave this place that makes me feel very depressed. From the moment he left the alley, Liu Dashao suddenly had a feeling of rebirth, as if he had escaped from hell.

At this time, there were no pedestrians on the street, and I only saw people who hurried home in twos and threes. A cold wind blew, bringing up the confetti and leaves of the street rolled along the other side of the street, and finally disappeared without a trace.