115 Diagram poor
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Master Shengge is the same, listening to my words, he laughed, "This is boring, little brother, I said that you can make a fortune, and turn evil into good fortune, you have to lie under the train wheel, what can I do?" Speaking of which, I'm comparing two examples. β
The master took a sip of wine and fell into obsessive memories.
The master's previous life in the Qing Dynasty, was a wandering Taoist, after a family begging for water to drink, saw the master's child cute, so he calculated a hexagram, and said to the master's family: "Ling Gongzi is well-behaved and lovely, but there is a water disaster in his life, and when he encounters water, he will be broken, so he should avoid disaster, and build a bridge on the river to benefit the neighbors." β
Building a bridge is a good thing, and the master is also a good word, so that the main family can benefit the neighbors and accumulate blessings for their children and grandchildren, but unfortunately the main family is stunned, miserly, reluctant to pay, and would rather move the whole family to the top of the mountain than build the bridge. As a result, there was a heavy rainstorm in June, and a mudslide broke out on the top of the mountain.
What does that mean? It's because he loves to raise the bar with others, and he doesn't listen to persuasion, thinking that he will be fine if he hides in the mountains and is away from the water source.
There is another one, it is the Anti-Japanese War period, the master gave a small soldier a fortune, and in the past five years, he has great luck, and every evil turns into good fortune, and the bullets on the battlefield can't hit you. The soldier believed this sentence and fought bravely to kill the enemy, all the way to the commander.
This is the result of not raising the bar, although people have the encouragement of the master, but they do not take life seriously, and they are not stupid enough to say that the muzzle of the gun is hard buckled on their heads.
But another example is not good, in the 80s of the reform and opening up, the master met a businessman in northern Guangdong, saying that the businessman is blessed, and he will not die in a catastrophe, guess what? The young man jumped down from the high-speed train and broke a leg, but he blamed the master and didn't count it.
Speaking of this, the master laughed, "Take a look at him, there is such a second goods, in order to raise the bar with me, he deliberately jumped down, and it was also his life, but he broke his leg, and if he changed to another one, he must have lost his life." β
Several people listened carefully, and the two women had fallen into a stupor, and their eyes changed when they looked at the master.
But I'm still not satisfied, "Master, even if you count me, I don't raise the bar, I say very seriously." β
The master looked at me twice, and then said, "Your life is very good, everything is smooth, don't worry about it." After speaking, I drank with the screenwriter.
Xiao Ya next to her couldn't wait, and prayed: "Master, what bad luck do I have?" Can you help me? β
The master said, "Eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables, and then talk about them after eating." β
Xiaoya was stunned by the master, where to eat. The screenwriter next to him gave him a look and a mouth, meaning to let Xiaoya toast.
Xiao Ya is also sincere, holding the wine bottle and pouring wine, holding it up with both hands, and pretty: "Master, I respect you." He threw up his neck and drank, and his choked little face turned red.
The master hurriedly served the vegetables, "Oh, little girl, what is this for, eat vegetables, eat vegetables." β
I didn't make a sound, I lowered my head to eat the food, and watched him perform.
The master's follower persuaded beside him: "Little girl, you want to apprentice, you have to be sincere, your feelings are deep, your feelings are boring, your feelings are shallow, lick it, it depends on your sincerity." β
Lulu heard that something was wrong, and pointed at her follower with chopsticks, "You are talking nonsense!" Pulling Xiaoya again, "Don't listen to him, he lied to you to drink." β
Xiaoya bowed her head and remained silent.
The master looked at Lulu twice, frowned slightly, and then said, "Girl, the makeup on your face is too heavy, I can't see it clearly, can you reach out to show me?" β
Lulu retracted her hand behind her back, snorted, and didn't give it.
The master said, "What's your surname, just say your surname, I'm right, you can talk about anything else, okay?" β
Lulu hesitated, and finally spoke: "Xia." β
The master closed his eyes, his fingers were pinching, uh-huh, he opened his eyes again, and said: "You are originally from the hinterland of the Central Plains, and you have only followed your father to the northwest in recent years, if I am not mistaken, your father is a new official, right?" β
Lulu was stupid.
I thought to myself, if this thing is not blowing, then his memory is very good, and he can deduce who Lulu's father is from a Xia character, which is impossible without a certain knowledge of the social system.
The surname Xia is relatively small, and the distribution range of the country is not much, the great monk heard the mixed sound of Hebei and Northwest from Lulu's accent, and then analyzed the officials surnamed Xia, so as to know who Lulu's father is, know the name, and then talk about his promotion, it is much simpler.
Of course, this is my conjecture, as for whether it is or not, it is not necessarily, maybe the great monk has another way.
Seeing that he was right, the master smiled and said, "Your father came to Beijing this time to find a way for the old man, but I'm afraid that he will have to eat behind closed doors, right?" β
Lulu's eyes were straight this time, and she couldn't hold her chopsticks steadily.
The master snorted, beaming proudly, "I have a solution." "Eat meat after speaking.
Lulu's legs were on the ground, a little anxious, and she was coquettish, "Hey, don't stop, you go on." The voice was as crisp as a silver bell, with the shyness of a girl.
The voice is inexplicable!
I listened to it anyway, my heart was crispy, I couldn't help but look at Lulu, and my heart said, why didn't I pay attention, this girl's screaming sound is so magical, if she is lying on the bed......
Thinking about it, I quickly shook my head, no, no, this girl is too weak, like a primary school student, not beautiful.
picked up the dishes, but saw that the screenwriter's eyes staring at Lulu were also glowing green, and the harazi was flowing down, thinking that it was the same idea as me.
Lulu asked the master to say, but the master didn't say it.
Xiaoya grabbed Lulu's hand and asked in a low voice, "Is he right?" β
Lulu was suspicious and embarrassed, "I listened to the conversation between the driver and the secretary in the car, it seemed that things were not going well, as for what happened, I don't know." β
When the words fell, the screenwriter raised his glass, "Come on, tonight's master is borrowing the body to return the vulgar, not talking about those unpleasant." Drink, drink. β
A few people raised their glasses, and the master's driver greeted Xiaoya, "Drink." β
Xiaoya didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly poured herself wine.
Lulu looked left and right, "I drink too." "Lift up Chengde almond syrup.
The screenwriter spoke, yin and yang weird, "Little girl, this is insincere, right?" β
I knew what these people were comfortable with, and raised the wine glass, "Lulu is my sister, don't embarrass her." Come on. β
The attendant said: "Your face is so big, everyone is your sister, either drink it or don't drink it, what's the point of taking a drink." β
Oops? Is this a fight with me? I said, "She's a girl." β
The attendant choked: "Girls are not people? What can you do with a glass of wine? β
Ha, the Northwest dialect has come out, my face is not good-looking, and the face of the follower is not good-looking, the screenwriter followed and persuaded, "Xiao Zhang, this is your fault, even if she is a woman, but her heart for the master is right, you yourself are disrespectful, how can you stop others?" β
I was about to speak, Lulu took my arm, "Forget it, I used to eat with my dad and drink." β
Well, I lost.
Lulu changed the wine, raised a glass, and dried together.
After drinking, Lulu asked the master, "Great God, tell me, is there any solution?" β
The master snorted, "You go wash your face, I'll see your true face, so I can give you a break." β
Lulu immediately left the table and went to find the bathroom, and Na Xiaoya followed.
There were only men in the banquet, and the atmosphere was awkward, and the master looked at me with a puzzled look, "You're afraid you're only fifteen or sixteen years old, right?" β
I replied, "No, thirty-six, really." β
The master shook his head, "No, where is the intelligence." β
Is this saying I'm naΓ―ve?
It's no less than hitting me in the face directly.
I wanted to get angry, but his attendant got up first, he was more than 1.8 meters tall, with bulging flesh, and looked stronger than me, but he had more fat, and mine was tendon meat.
I didn't keep quiet, pretended to be timid, and bowed my head to eat the food.
Outside the silver bell laughed, two women came in, a good Lulu, washed their faces, and actually changed people, their faces were like silver moons, their eyes were like stars, their lips were red and their teeth were white, and they had dimples when they laughed, and they looked much better than when they were on a sandbank.
Looking at her figure again, she is still thin, but the femininity comes out, the two small lotuses on her chest show round and rounded corners, and her waist is full of hands, which has a sense of Dongying comic loli.
Looking at the master's face, his eyes were straight, and he couldn't help clapping his hands, "What a white lotus, a white lotus that can only bloom on the top of the snow-capped mountain." β
Lulu was puzzled, "What is the White Lotus?" β
The screenwriter said, "You have a relationship with the Buddha. β
The master said: "If your father wants to succeed, it will be pinned on you, do you know Fan Zeng?" β
Lulu thought about it and was instantly excited, "I've heard it, my father said that this person is a painter." β
The master smiled, "If you want to make things happen, you have to find him." β
Lulu hurriedly replied: "My father went, but his paintings are so expensive, they cost millions." My dad is a Qing official......"
The master nodded, "I know that he is a Qing official, so I said, to make it happen, it is on you." β
Fan Zeng? I frowned and thought, where is the old man Zhu Mingzhou, I have also heard of this person's name, a painting is quite expensive, but I don't understand, what does it have to do with officials?
asked the screenwriter, this time he was humbly asking for advice, "Mr. Guo, does painting have anything to do with officials?" β
The screenwriter laughed, "You are also in the film and television industry, the hard currency of officials is calligraphy and painting, and the hard currency of actors is literary play, I don't understand this, what kind of film and television industry are you mixed in." β
I see, I see.
Lulu continued to ask, "Why on me?" β
The master said, "You can't say it tonight, it's useless to say it, tomorrow you come to me, and I'll tell you the way." β
After that, he didn't say it anymore, just ate and drank, the master drank surprisingly much, the two women drank three or four glasses each, that Xiaoya was already dizzy, and seemed to want to sleep, the screenwriter saw this and proposed, eat and drink enough, let's go back.
The follower went to check out, and the screenwriter helped Xiaoya to walk out, and reached out to Xiaoya's chest.
Xiaoya was not fully drunk, so she pushed away and leaned on Lulu, and the two stumbled out.
I blocked the door and said to the screenwriter, "Mr. Guo wants that tonight?" β
The screenwriter frowned coldly, "What nonsense? Do you have such a dirty mind? β
I didn't answer, and when I saw that there was still half a bottle of wine, I carried it in my hand, and the master said, what do you do with it? You haven't drunk enough?
I said, I'm afraid of waste.
got into the car, the two women sat in the back, the screenwriter was also half drunk, and wanted to go to the back, but I pulled the collar and pushed forward, "Mr. Guo, I'll do this kind of dirty thing." β
The driver driving in front of me looked at me with a fierce look in his eyes.
The car drove forward, and the master opened a drink in front and drank it himself.
The screenwriter asked, "Guru, give me a can." β
The guru turned his head and asked, "Do you all want it?" β
Xiaoya was already asleep, Lulu was still active, and she spoke, "I want to." β
The screenwriter smiled and asked, "What do you want?" β
Lulu's legs were juggling, "You're so annoying." β
Listen, Lulu is an old driver.
The master in front opened a few cans of drinks and handed them to the back, and the screenwriter took them, first to Lulu, then to me, and then to take another can himself.
I looked, the master was very caring, and he opened it for me, the red can Wang Laoji.
The screenwriter turned around and said, "Come on, Chels! β
The three of them reached out at the same time, clinking glasses, Lulu cooed, and I cooed, but I drank and vomited back.
I also said that after reading so many messy books, I have gained some experience.
The car was getting more and more deviant, not like the way back to Beijing, and Lulu's head gradually tilted and leaned on my shoulder. I tilted my head back, my eyes half-squinted, and I looked ahead.
The screenwriter turned around and called me: "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang? Still drinking? β
I don't answer.
The screenwriter asked Lulu: "Woman, are you still drinking?" β
Lulu waved her hand, "I don't want it." β
Hey, no ingredients in the drink?
The screenwriter asked the master, "Master, what is the matter with Sister Xia?" β
The master replied: "Judging from her face, it should be her father's appearance, and I estimate that Mr. Xia is upright, frank, and a gentleman, and should be born in the army." β
Hearing this, Lulu sat up straight and said excitedly: "Yes, my father came down from the army. β
The master added: "He has a big temper, is not social, is newly appointed, is too hot, and is squeezed out by the local team, which is normal." β
Lulu is another series of pairs, yes, yes.
The screenwriter wondered, "How much do you little girl know?" β
Lulu snorted, "Don't think I'm young, I'm eighteen, on the way here, my father called, the secretary talked, I listened to it." β
The master laughed, "If you want to talk about the Xingwu system, Fan Zeng is more fragrant, if it weren't for Mr. Guo, Fan Zeng's paintings wouldn't be so expensive." β
Lulu softened her body and sighed: "Yes, my father also said, but a painting, that can be millions of dollars, so much money, how much can you do for the people." β
The screenwriter said: "You don't understand, Master Fan donated tens of millions of dollars, and he is a great benevolent." β
Lulu was silent. The screenwriter asked again: "Master, there is a solution to this matter." β
The master replied: "Yes, I can ignore others, Mr. Xia, I must help, this apprentice, I have taken it!" β
The screenwriter immediately said to Lulu: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and apprentice! β
Lulu was dumbfounded, "Huh? Bye, apprentice? β
The screenwriter said, "Yes, didn't you listen to the guru? He has accepted your apprentice, this is a great opportunity, you know, others want to be the disciple of the master, the master doesn't want it. β
The driver in front also followed: "That's right, just like your friend, she won't have a good life, she will be riddled with bad luck, and she can't get out of the sea of suffering." β
Lulu was still hesitating, and the screenwriter urged: "What are you waiting for?" Great opportunity, don't worship at this time, but when? β
Lulu hesitated, sluggish, "Well, I want to think about it, apprentice, how to worship, what do you need me to do?" β
The screenwriter also said that the master spoke, "The apprenticeship ceremony is very strict, let's talk about it tomorrow!" β
Strict fart! I woke up from my dream and said to the front, "Stop, I'm going to pee." β