If this question were to other people, they might think that this old man was clever and really had two brushes. But Situ Qinglang thinks that he will only make this inference when he notices that he and his sweetheart are wearing wedding rings on their hands, which is of course something that can be seen with his eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Yes." ”

The old man took the signing paper and said to the sweetheart in half-baked Mandarin: "Your signature is to sign it, if you ask for marriage, you must be careful that there will be a third party involved in your marriage." Your marriage will be difficult, but you are not separated from each other, and if you can actively work on it, you don't have to worry about separating. ”

Sweetheart frowned, and glanced at Situ Qinglang pitifully-sure enough, so sad.

Situ Qinglang touched her head and signaled to reassure her.

"Whose third party?" Sweetheart asked, "is it his or mine?"

The old man smiled incomprehensibly: "Is there a difference? If you know too much, it will be disadvantageous to you." ”

This eighty percent is playing a side game, Situ Qinglang stood aside and thought disdainfully. This kind of words with a third party can easily be said by anyone, after all, it is not uncommon for people to get involved in other people's marriages in these years, but he can't figure out who the problem is, what credibility does this have?

His expression was completely written on his face, and the old man saw it, smiled and said nothing, as if he was used to it.

Sweetheart is in a very bad mood, it's down to the extreme, and less than a week after getting married, she was told that she had a junior in her marriage, which makes people want to cry, okay!

"Is there any way to resolve it?" she asked reverently.

"He'll do it for you. The old man smiled, and suddenly pointed his finger at Situ Qinglang.

"What does he mean?" Sweetheart looked dazed, Situ Qinglang was also a little surprised, and asked rhetorically, "Me?"

"You and I have a fate today, I'll give you something. The old man took out a yellow silk bag from the drawer and handed it to his sweetheart.

Situ Qinglang listened on the side, and felt more and more that the liar was really getting more and more clever now, not only speaking secretly, but also preparing props, he was really unwilling to deceive people to death.

Sweetheart took it with both hands, opened it and saw that it was an ordinary red knot, the kind that could be worn on the hand, without any decoration, it was a very simple one.

"What is this?" she asked, wondering—it didn't look like an artifact of innate divine power!

"This is called a bag, this thing can solve your difficulties, and you should carefully put it away. The old man smiled and stroked his gray goatee.

Situ Qinglang finally couldn't hold back, and almost squirted out, what kind of trick is this thing? It's just a broken red rope, and it is estimated that the cost of work is not as big as the cost of buying a throat lozenge for himself with these few words.

The old man finally looked up at Situ Qinglang, his face was very strict, and he said in Mandarin: "Madam, you can wait outside the door, I have a few words to say to your husband." ”

"Can't I hear what?" Sweetheart immediately pricked up her ears in alarm, no, no, no, no, no,

The old man shook his head firmly, and Situ Qinglang thought it was funny. He comforted his sweetheart and said, "It's okay, you go outside and wait for me, and I'll sue you when I go out later." ”

"Alright then, you must sue me. Sweetheart admonished worriedly.

She walked alone along the hall corridor to the outside bench to sit and rest, Situ Qinglang saw her back disappear, and then said, "Old man, please have something to say." ”

The old man switched to Hong Kong dialect and said to Situ Qinglang: "Sit." ”

"Thanks, still not. Situ Qinglang politely but forcefully refused.

The old man didn't insist anymore, but said casually: "I know you don't believe what I just said." ”

You can see that in my face as well. Situ Qinglang did not shy away from it, and pierced it in one sentence.

The old man smiled, as if he was not surprised, and took a sip of oolong tea and said: "I know that you are from a military background, of course you will say that I can see it from your temperament." However, I know that your mother died in childbirth, and I also know that your wife lost both parents when she was born. ”

At this time, Situ Qinglang's face was a little uncalm, he thought about it for a while, since the two of them sat here, the sweetheart and himself had never said anything about the family, and he had never revealed his eight and a half points, how did he see it?

"The old gentleman is judging from her attitude towards me, relying on me looks like a lack of fatherly love?" Situ Qinglang tentatively guessed, still unable to believe that there is numerology in this world.

The old gentleman waved his hand, avoided answering, and said, "Sir, your wife's life is not good, but the sword is on the wrong side, and her luck is very strong." What she asks for is marriage, and the signing is to sign the next sign, and you will be separated, but I also hope that it will not be too long. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Situ Qinglang frowned, "We're already married, how can we be separated?"

"Let me tell you, your wife is vulnerable to villains, and the signature is very clear, which will lead to a very complicated family relationship. But if they are separated, one is because of the heirs, and the other is because there is love in the heart but not firm, there will be no other reason. ”

When Situ Qinglang heard the word "heir", he couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean?" you mean...... Will it be because of our children?"

The old man said, "Be careful with your first child, and I won't talk about the rest." ”

Situ Qinglang suddenly felt a little faintly angry in his heart, could this be regarded as cursing him and his sweetheart? Where does this empty inference come from!

He said angrily: "Since the old gentleman is so sure, it is better to calculate how her parents died." ”

"Don't you know about this kind of thing, why do you need to ask me?" the old man's face was also a little displeased.

Situ Qinglang was stunned again, he didn't expect him to say this, could it be that he meant...... The death of the sweetheart parents is ...... with his own father Matter?

"I advise you to go to Shangzhu Qingxiang, you were too disrespectful to the immortals before!" the old man continued, "I will tell you again, you and your wife have a problem in their lives, and they will encounter it soon, how to resolve it depends on her." ”

Situ Qinglang's brows tightened, and he felt that he couldn't breathe in his heart, was this old man playing tricks on him?

"I ......"

He wanted to say something more, but the old man waved his hand and said, "If you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it." Then there was a look of "sending off".

Situ Qinglang's heart is very angry, which is whether there is faith or not, it is clearly "if you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will see"!

Today's signing was so bad that he thanked the old man, paid the money, and then walked out unhappy.

Sweetheart was sitting on the bench and shaking her legs while waiting, Situ Qinglang adjusted his feelings, and stepped forward calmly, and Sweetheart immediately greeted him nervously: "What did you say? ”

"Didn't say anything. Situ Qinglang's expression was unnatural, and he tried his best to express disdain, "He wanted to lie to me, and I debunked it." ”

"Really?" Sweetheart tilted her head, looking disbelieving, after all, this was too similar to the experience of "being destined to be resolved by a high-ranking person" that she usually heard!

"Really, what did I lie to you about. Situ Qinglang knocked on her head, "I said earlier, it's better to trust others than to trust your husband, let's go, let's go somewhere else." ”。

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