Subverted, two words suddenly popped out of his heart.

It's really accurate, what they have experienced this year, except for the word subversion, there are no words to express.

Cheng Hao ran up and searched the streets like he had lost his soul in the cold wind.

In fact, he should have known how accurate the calculation was, and he should have known when he turned over the main card and it was the Empress.

He really just wants a happy marriage, a stable and warm home, a beloved wife who will never leave him through this life, and he wants nothing else.

But when all this was at hand, he was gone.

This is a joke that God played on him, and he really didn't accept it.

Sir, do you want to do a divination?

Just as he was looking for a fly without a head, sweating profusely, a voice that seemed to float in another time and space said leisurely behind him.

Cheng Hao turned around suddenly, and a woman in a gypsy costume stood at the door of a dark small shop and smiled at him with a hint of indescribable weirdness.

He searched back and forth three times for this shop, and he began to wonder if there was something wrong with his memory, but now it appeared quietly behind him.

Cheng Hao nodded, as if there was an invisible thread, pulling him here again.

What do you want to count?

The astrologer expertly shuffled the cards as he looked at his face through the flickering candlelight.

I do not know.

Cheng Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Yes, what should he be? love, family, career, future?

The astrologer lowered his eyes and handed the tarot card in his hand to Cheng Hao.

Let's draw one!

Cheng Hao mechanically pulled out one of them, and when he looked at the card, his hands couldn't help but tremble.

The astrologer swept the card with his eyes, and suddenly a bronze coin was heated by a long pair of tweezers over the candle flame.

Tower!

Cheng Hao's wry smile slowly turned into a self-deprecating laugh, and finally evolved into a desperate laugh.

The last card he wanted to draw was drawn by himself, how could he not understand what it meant.

Towers – Destruction.

Is this his future? All his expectations and efforts have been exchanged for only two words - destruction.

Cheng Hao got up suddenly, threw the stack of tarot cards in front of him to the ground, and then roared:

Not at all! Not at all! Where are you a liar? Believe it or not, I'll let you out at once so that you never show up again!

He yelled like a complete madman.

The astrologer continued to burn her coins without hesitation.

Cheng Hao angrily kicked down a shelf next to him, and the props on it were scattered all over the ground, and the ground was in a mess.

The astrologer looked up at him and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Cheng Hao only felt that the back of his hand was hot, and then howled: Damn! What are you doing!

It turned out that the astrologer had pressed the red-hot coin on the back of his hand.

Cheng Hao's hand immediately sounded on the back of his hand, and he grinned in pain, and he wanted to raise his hand to beat this psychotic astrologer.

Destruction does not mean the end, but also rebirth. The astrologer looked at Cheng Hao, who was trembling with pain in his wrist, with a smile: As long as you remember this pain, you will definitely make the right choice. This is my gift to you, no need to thank me!

Cheng Hao was speechless, he looked at the nervous woman in annoyance, and then almost stumbled away from the hut.

Cheng Hao ran in the cold wind like a ghost, crashing into the crowd in front of him, looking for a way out like a headless fly.

He fled, fled, wanted to escape to the ends of the earth, but still couldn't escape the shackles of fate.

The bell of the telecommunications building rang again, calling him back to reality again, and he held on to a French plane tree on the side of the road and gasped for breath.

The street lamp reflected a small circle of light, and only encircled him in the pillar of light, and there was a diffuse black all around, as if he had dreamed again.

Only this time it left an indelible mark on the back of his hand

**

Mr. Cheng didn't find the store, and his subordinates stammered and reported, for fear of being reprimanded by the vice president for not doing things well.

Didn't find it? That street is so long, how could it not be found?

Cheng Hao frowned, puzzled.

I really didn't find it. The subordinate who lowered his head only dared to peek at his face with the corner of his eye, and cold sweat dripped down the corner of his forehead: I have looked for it more than ten times, and I have personally gone to the industrial and commercial office to check, and there is really no store like you said

Cheng Hao was about to say something, when suddenly the phone on the table rang, and he had to signal them to leave.

What's the matter? Don't eat again? The body is the capital of the revolution, not to mention that my Lou's welfare is so bad that I can't even take care of the food!

Lou Jie on the other end of the phone said half-jokingly.

Cheng Hao deducted his phone angrily, he really had money to burn, and he had to call himself next door.

He was in a very bad mood here and ignored Lou Jie, but Lou Jie went to his office and continued to invite him to lunch with a smile.

Blind people can see that Cheng Hao's mood is at the bottom today, and the people who came out of the executive president's office just now are hanging their heads and living like a group of mice that have seen cats.

Cheng Hao didn't speak or raise his eyes, and struggled on the keyboard to vent the anger in his heart.

Lou Jie had no choice but to ask the secretary to bring two cups of coffee: Okay, okay, I know you love your work, and it's not at this time. I heard Assistant Wang say that you didn't come home last night.

Cheng Hao knocked down the carriage hard, and then replied: How many years have you been with me, and your mouth hasn't been closed yet. You two are so three-eight, just send it to you as an assistant!

Lou Jie couldn't cry or laugh, knowing that he was talking angrily, so he grabbed the computer keyboard on the table of the broad mahogany boss.

Cheng Hao stabilized his mentality, feeling that he had never been happy and angry, and he didn't control his emotions well, which made Lou Jie unable to get off the stage. He took a sip of coffee, and said lightly: It's nothing, I've been busy with work lately, so I live in the office. There was no quarrel, and neither of us had anything to quarrel about now.

After saying that, he smiled bitterly, which can be regarded as relieving himself.

Lou Jie frowned and looked at the gauze bandaged on the back of his hand and couldn't help but wonder: What's wrong with your hand?

At the mention of this, Cheng Hao immediately became angry: It's nothing, let the mad dog bite!

He said as he pulled the gauze off. The blisters on the back of the hand have festered and begun to slowly scab over, forming a circular pattern the size of a coin.

Lou Jie looked at the back of his hand and couldn't help but mutter.

What does that mean? What Ursa Minor?

Lou Jie nodded more affirmatively, this look is a scalded scar, but who will burn a constellation on his hand?

Seeing that Cheng Hao was still confused, Lou Jie couldn't help but pull his hand over and point: Don't tell me I don't know what Ursa Minor is, right?

After that, he pointed to a few scars lined up in the shape of spoons and said, "How obvious, the tail end of the constellation Ursa Minor is the North Star!"

That biggest scar is the location of the North Star.

What does this mean? The anger in Cheng Hao's heart was suddenly replaced by a curiosity, and he stared at Lou Jie like a student and pricked up his ears and waited for Lou Jie's next words.

Polaris, one of China's ancient stars, belongs to Crape Myrtle Yuan, named Gou Chenyi. I don't know exactly what that means, but if you're in the northern half of the fan road, the best way to find the direction is to find the star. I think it means pointing or guarding.

Lou Jie wasn't sure, he just guessed.

Destruction does not mean the end, but also rebirth.

The astrologer's words at that time suddenly appeared in Cheng Hao's mind, and his heart was shocked, and he raised his hand to look at the pattern on the back of his hand, and his heart suddenly brightened.

Cheng Hao flicked his sleeves to cover the back of his hand, and then said with a smile: Let's eat, I'm hungry too!

After that, he buckled the computer and walked out of the office with Lou Jie.

****

You're back?

Cheng Hao had just stepped into the house, and his long-lost voice suddenly sounded.

Xiang Xiaoyuan took the briefcase in his hand and stood at the door with a smile and a smile, smiling modestly and beautifully like a little wife waiting for her husband to return home.

Cheng Hao was a little dizzy for a moment, and after looking at it for a long time, he was sure that the person in front of him was really Xiaoyuan.

It's still the same obsidian-black pupils, and it's still the same peach-like cheeks, but the hair is cut short and buttoned up like a small mushroom, and everything seems to be back to the way it was when I first saw her.

Seeing that he had been staring at him intently, Xiao Yuan blinked: You haven't eaten yet, have you?

After saying that, he took his briefcase back to the dining room.

Cheng Hao was so panicked that he kicked off his leather shoes and threw them into the shoe cabinet, took on the heels of his slippers as he walked, and rushed to the restaurant almost at a trot.

Xiang Xiaoyuan walked up to him and added him a glass of boiled water, and then went to the kitchen to bring out the meal.

The main dish is black pepper steak, medium rare, she has hardly ever cooked Western food, and today is the first time in history.

Cheng Hao looked at the plate in front of him in disbelief and then at her, and just wanted to say something, but Xiaoyuan interrupted: You eat first, I have something to talk to you about after you finish eating. I didn't say I was leaving, it was something else.

Hearing the second half of her sentence, Cheng Hao ate with confidence.

It's okay, as long as she doesn't leave, as long as she doesn't leave, nothing else matters.

Xiao Yuan looked at him with a smile and gobbled it up, her eyes warm and peaceful, like a mother looking at her lovely child.

Slow down, enough to eat!

She said as she filled him half a glass of burgundy.

Cheng Hao raised his glass and took a sip gently, and suddenly there was a feeling of fingertips caressing it in his heart, a little sour and a little moved.

This wine is decanted, and the decanting time of this year's red wine is at least about an hour, so Xiang Xiaoyuan is really waiting for him, pinching the time and waiting for him.

Thinking of this, he secretly smiled like a child, and he knew that she loved him, and he knew it all along.

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