"Fang Zhiqiang, are you crazy? What you want to do with other girls is your business. Why do you want to drag me into it?" Huang Wanting sat down angrily and scolded Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang smiled and said: "I'm sorry, don't be familiar with him, he is just so sick, his mouth is damaged and he can't speak. Do you still want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anymore. I'm not in the mood. I'm going back." Huang Wanting said.

"Sit for a while longer, I can't go back now." Fang Zhiqiang said helplessly.

"It's your business if you don't go back. I want to go back." Huang Wanting stood up, took two steps and said to Fang Zhiqiang: "Even if you can't go back, you don't have to sit here all the time. Right? If you feel uncomfortable, just go for a walk and you will feel better."

Huang Wanting walked out after saying that.

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, and then followed Huang Wanting out of the food stall carrying the guitar again.

“Do you believe in fate?” Huang Wanting suddenly stopped while walking and turned to ask Fang Zhiqiang.

"Believe in fate?" Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "I believe that sometimes in life you must have it, and in life there is no time, don't force it. I have always thought so. Yes. No one can take what’s mine, and I can’t keep what’s not mine.”

“Okay, then I’ll take you somewhere.” Huang Wanting nodded, and then took Fang Zhiqiang to a Walk down the alley.

　“Where to go?”

　“Go to a place where you can see your destiny.” Huang Wanting said as she walked.

While walking, Huang Wanting suddenly led Fang Zhiqiang to an old man who was setting up a stall. The old man was already very old, with snow-white hair, a white beard, and even his eyes were sunken. . The so-called stall is a small stall with the words fortune telling written on it.

"Grandpa, tell him his fortune." Huang Wanting said directly.

"What kind of destiny do I have? This is where you said you can see your destiny? I never believe in these feudal superstitions, I don't look at this." Fang Zhiqiang was startled and said quickly .

"Give me some face, sit here and do the math. After doing the math, you will be able to see your destiny, believe me." Huang Wanting pulled Fang Zhiqiang and pressed Fang Zhiqiang on the stall.

"I don't want to read...I..."

"Grandpa, come and tell his fortune." Huang Wanting said directly to the old fortune teller.

"Young man, what do you want to count? Marriage or future?"

"First count marriage, then future." Huang Wanting said quickly.

"I'm a fool, I, I never believe in this thing, I..."

"Give me some face and don't talk." Huang Wanting shouted again, and then said: "You think so Let's do it."

"Tell me the time of your birth." The old man lay there and stared at Fang Zhiqiang's face, asking Fang Zhiqiang while looking at it. Perhaps due to his old age and poor eyesight, the old man almost came close to Fang Zhiqiang's face, which made Fang Zhiqiang feel sick.

In the end, Fang Zhiqiang had no choice but to report his date of birth and time of birth for the old man to calculate. He only asked the old man to quickly move his face a few centimeters away from his own. Move the place.

The old man watched it for a long time before he started doing it again, counting on his fingers.

Actually, to be honest, the old man’s senility and white hair and beard do make him look like a fairy in the TV series. However, Fang Zhiqiang is a standard atheist and materialist, and has never believed in these so-called gods. In his heart, this old man is a standard "magic stick".

"Young man, you have had a lot of misfortunes and hardships in your life. You are destined to have the evil god of heaven. No matter what you do, it will not go well. However, as long as you survive this evil of heaven, you will be successful. It will disappear, and you will be rich and powerful in the future." The old man said slowly, his accent was not a local accent, and his Mandarin was also very non-standard. Fang Zhiqiang could only vaguely hear what he meant.

"Heavenly King Evil? This term is quite new. You can just say it is a broom star." Fang Zhiqiang said with a smile.

“Be serious.” Huang Wanting patted Fang Zhiqiang and said.

"Grandpa, what about his marriage? What do you say about marriage?" Huang Wanting asked on behalf of Fang Zhiqiang.

"Peach blossoms are destined to be possessed, and peach blossoms are possessed by evil spirits. Marriage is difficult. No one can solve this disaster." The old man shook his head as he said this.

When Fang Zhiqiang and Huang Wanting heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

“Do you dare to say something fresh?” Fang Zhiqiang laughed.

"Young man, don't take it seriously. This love disaster will accompany you throughout your life. I can't tell when it will end. The only thing you can do is to do more good deeds and do good deeds to accumulate virtue. "The old man said again.

"I...I have been doing good deeds and accumulating virtue all my life. The most despicable thing I have ever done is to kill fish. I have never even killed a chicken." Fang Zhiqiang was speechless.

"Okay, thank you, here is twenty yuan, thank you." Huang Wanting said quickly, took out twenty yuan from her body and put it on the table, then pulled Fang Zhiqiang away open.

　"Are you sick? You are so young that you actually believe this. What kind of bullshit is this? You can tell anyone these things, are they worth twenty yuan? If he If he can really tell fortunes, then why doesn't he count his own fortunes? Can he still tell fortunes when he's old enough to sit here and set up a stall?" Fang Zhiqiang kept talking.

“Actually, I don’t believe it either.” Huang Wanting walked slowly.

“You don’t believe it and you’re dragging me here to have my fortune told?”

“I came here to have my fortune told by him a few years ago, and I asked him if I could achieve anything in my life. He told me that I would be able to get help from noble people this year and become a successful person."

"What about the result? Is it effective?"

"Do you think it is effective? ? If I were spiritual, would I live on the street with you like this?" Huang Wanting said lightly.

"Then you still asked me to come over?"

"He is seventy-two years old this year and his eyesight is not very good. He is a foreigner. It is said that he came here to find his daughter. , his daughter went out to work when she was in her twenties and never went back. He was helpless and had only one daughter. In order to find her, he came here ten years ago, but he couldn't find her. He has been relying on fortune telling to survive here and is unwilling to go back. He only knows that his daughter is in Shanghai, so he has been staying here waiting for her. Did you see the banner hanging on his stall? It has his daughter's photo and name on it. . He said that he will wait here until the day he dies." Huang Wanting said slowly.

　"His life is very difficult. Many people here know that he lives in the basement. Many people came to help him and gave him money and things, but he didn't want it. He was unwilling. Accept help from others, so well-meaning people will choose to go to him to tell fortunes. Nine out of ten people who go to him to tell fortunes intentionally help him."

"So you are also one of them. One?"

"Well, he is old, his eyesight is not good, and his memory is not good, so if you go yesterday, if you go two days later, he will not remember it at all." Huang Wanting smiled Then he said: "Don't you think that although he is telling fortunes, his own story is actually a real symphony of destiny?"