Yumeng nodded, his eyes widened, and said, "Yes, yes." I'm his girlfriend. She's my sister. Cousin. You Meng introduced Cheng Xinjie by the way.

I took a cigarette in my mouth, and I really didn't want to listen to the nonsense of the old fortune teller.

But the two Yumeng sisters seemed to be lost, staring at the fortune teller for answers.

The fortune teller was silent for a moment, and then continued: "This benefactor and this sister of yours are very suitable. It's a pity that the old man under the moon pulled the wrong rope and the wrong rope. Many times, if Yue Lao pulls the wrong rope, it is equivalent to destroying several families!"

When Cheng Xinjie heard this, she also seemed to be frightened, and asked with a glare: "What? Destroy several families? It's not so serious, right?"

The fortune teller said solemnly: "You can listen to it, or you don't listen to it." It's a fate to meet you here today, so I'm just telling you what I know. As for the rest of the story, you are the protagonists. I'm in my prime, and I'm not going to break up your relationship for no reason. It's just that, remember one sentence, man's destiny is destined. We can't fight the sky!"

Listening to what the fortune teller said, even the head of the Tao, I was angry and anxious. I thought to myself that this hexagram actually counted me and Yumeng as incompatible!

The devil believes his nonsense!

But You Meng seemed to be very interested, she looked at the fortune teller and asked again: "You mean you mean, ours you mean, they are very suitable together?" You Meng pushed Cheng Xinjie forward, glared at the fortune teller and asked.

The fortune teller still pretended to be mysterious and said: "Whether it is suitable or not, I don't count if I say it." Heaven decides. It is better to demolish a temple than to destroy a marriage. I'm just telling you the truth according to your birth date and face. I've said enough, if you listen to the ear, you can not give money, I don't miss this money. ”

I finally couldn't hold back the anger in my heart, and asked the fortune teller rhetorically: "Are you still breaking up our marriage?

The fortune teller smiled deeply: "I just said it! I won't talk about it again." ”

I patted Yumeng on the shoulder, frowned, and said, "Don't believe this! What a mess! Let's go!"

Cheng Xinjie also glanced at the fortune teller, pouted and said, "That's it! I don't believe it anyway!"

Although I said this, I found that Cheng Xinjie's eyes were rolling slightly. It was clear that she was digesting the words of the fortune teller.

Anyway, I can't digest it!

I don't believe every word he says!

As for what he knew about me, I guess it was from Yumeng's mouth that he had just heard.

Not like that, though. Yumeng can't be stupid to that extent, right?

But what is the explanation for the truth?

I'm getting more and more confused!

It's really nerve-wracking! I think everything is a little weird today.

Originally, I came to Wangjing Railway Station to pick up Yumeng, who wanted to be suddenly entangled by Mr. Fortune Teller. And this fortune teller also bluntly said that I and You Meng's birth date are not compatible, but I and Cheng Xinjie's birth date are quite suitable.

It's a bit unbelievable. It's dramatic.

However, Yumeng always boasted that the fortune teller calculated accurately and wonderfully.

Before leaving, Yumeng also gratefully gave him ten yuan, the fee.

Sitting in the Great Wall car, Cheng Xinjie and I couldn't help but bluntly criticize Yumeng's weird behavior.

I took a cigarette in my mouth and started the car, but I wouldn't drive it. I turned my head to look at You Meng, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and frowned: "That fortune teller, is with you?"

You Meng was stunned for a moment, and scolded with a smile: "What are you talking about Zhao Long? What is he doing with me? Besides, the ten yuan for the fortune teller was paid by this girl, and you didn't pay a penny. I just think he's right, so I'll let you do the math together. ”

I snorted coldly, "Are you satisfied with this result?"

Yumeng said incomprehensibly: "What result?"

I blurted out, "What else is the result? Yumeng, even if you want to break up with me, you don't need to bother with such scheming, right?"

Yumu was immediately stunned!

Cheng Xinjie's eyes also widened, staring at You Meng, expecting an answer.

Yumeng chewed bubble gum sharply, bit her lip, and said indignantly: "Zhao Long, what are you talking about? I'm going to break up with you?, why do you think like this, how can you think like this?" She frowned, a slender jade finger stood up on her forehead, and said without squinting: "You are too rich in your associative ability, right?"

I pretended to smile calmly and said, "Do you think that fortune teller is reasonable for him to appear?"

You Meng said: "What kind of unreasonable law? There are four or five fortune tellers there! You don't know that in Beijing, there are many people who study Zhou Yi and come out to make a living by telling fortunes. There is a lot of traffic here, and there are a few fortune tellers, what's unreasonable?"

I continued to take Yumeng Yijun: "But in my impression, you never believed in this set. ”

You Meng said: "If you didn't believe it before, is it the same as not believing it for the rest of your life?"

I said, "Since you have changed, but why did you get to the subway station early? Didn't you say that you couldn't get there until half past nine?"

Yumu patted his thigh eagerly, but his brow never relaxed. She turned her head to look at me and said with a wry smile: "You can think as much as you like, maybe I shouldn't have come this time." Even if it's a hexagram, it makes you imagine so many ridiculous things. If you don't welcome me, I'll get out of the car right now and go back. I shouldn't have come. ”

Yumeng gently stroked the car door with one hand and made it look like he was going to go.

I didn't continue to serve the army of dreams, but the doubts in my heart could not be resolved.

Without squinting, I said, "Just me, I didn't say anything." You're right to be in love with superstition!"

I dropped a mysterious sentence that made Yumu reminisce for a long time, then released the handbrake, put the gear, slammed on the accelerator, and the car drove off quickly.

To be precise, Yumeng has been acting mysterious, and she is mysterious like a mystery, making me search for answers all day long. Unfortunately, the answer was too difficult for me to find any clues.

I sighed lightly and used the acceleration to ease the doubts in my mind.

But in fact, the words of the fortune teller just now have always resounded in my ears and lingered.

This may be the shadow of my final success!

Yumeng's expression looked a little strange, and she held the kun bag in her hand tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that it would be blown away by the wind.

But Cheng Xinjie was extraordinarily silent, she sat in the back seat, thinking in place.

To a certain extent, the atmosphere in the car is somewhat frozen.

Silence, after about five minutes of silence, Cheng Xinjie took the lead in speaking: "Hehe, let me tell you a joke, I just heard Sister Dandan tell it yesterday, it's funny!"

I secretly complained in my heart: This Cheng Xinjie, how did he move Dandan out.

Cheng Xinjie obviously wanted to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere in the car, and she began to talk in a tone and appearance: "Xiaoqiang failed the exam, was repaired by his father, and spanked. He cried and ran to his mother to complain and said, 'Mom, what will happen to you if someone beats your son?' The mother stood up angrily and said, 'I will beat his son to get revenge!' Xiaoqiang cried even more fiercely......

It was originally a joke with a comic color, but in this atmosphere, it sounded a little dull.

Cheng Xinjie finished telling this joke, and seeing that You Meng and I were still strained, she began to tell a second joke: "There is a university school, and a new creative sculpture girl holds a book in her left hand and a white dove in her right hand. School leaders openly call for the naming of the sculpture to the students in the school. The students actively offered suggestions, and one of them had the highest voice: "Reading is a bird!"

But it doesn't work! Yumu and I were still frozen, each thinking about it secretly.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Xinjie couldn't help but sigh deeply, she already understood that at this moment, even if the funniest joke in the world was brought out, it would be difficult to unravel the knots in our hearts.

She was silent for a moment, then went straight to the topic, and persuaded me and Yumeng: "Are you still obsessed with the words of fortune-telling? ”

Yumeng just blindly spits bubbles, and the bursting process of each bubble is a short but thrilling sad music.

Cheng Xinjie, who has always wanted to ease the atmosphere, has made a lot of efforts, but he has not solved the knots in the hearts of me and Youmeng. We were just quiet, and quiet. Although the heart has long been turbulent.

The car continued on my way, and I stopped in front of a clothing store.

You Meng turned his head and asked, "What are you going to do, why did you stop?"

I took a cigarette and said, "Buy clothes! It's almost the New Year, buy new clothes!" I slapped my clothes on my body, opened the car door and walked down.

Of course, the Yumu sisters also anxiously followed.

I locked the car remotely and got into the store first.

I took a cigarette in my mouth and ignored the 'No Smoking' sign in the clothing store.

This clothing store is relatively large, with dozens of brands of brand-name women's clothing. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, and the price of these expensive clothes is basically more than four figures. There was a sad music playing in the clothing store, and when I listened carefully, I realized that it was Jacky Cheung's song: There are you along the way, and I am willing to suffer a little, even if it is to meet me for separation......

This song is very sad and easy to make people cry.

The staff at the clothing store politely stepped forward and advised me to put out my cigarette. I was depressed, and I would not listen. I just went my own way and exhaled the smoke, frowning, "The customer is God, why don't you smoke?"