As for why Su Yun wants to buy real estate, she has already figured it out, and she doesn't know what kind of demon she will do when the bracelet reaches the three-year period. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She is still within the scope of her ability, using her abilities and those unknown talents to earn more money and save more real estate.

Even if she can't repair the relationship with her grandfather's family for her father in her limited life, so that her parents can live well in the future.

Then she earns these, in case she has anything, these can be left to her parents in the will.

Let them live without worry in the future, anyway, she will be gone by then, and Dad can't ask her why she can earn these things.

Su Yun stopped a taxi, got in the car, and inquired where there were many fortune tellers.

"Master, where is the place in Beijing where folk art and folk culture gather?"

"Yo! That's a lot, our city itself is the embodiment of culture and art, and there are treasures of traditional culture everywhere."

Su Yun: "......"

The master laughed in the rearview mirror: "Look, the little girl is still depressed, I'm joking with you, your question is too general."

As for this one folk art, I can tell you about the place of the day, without repetition.

Like Zhengyangmen Street, Ditanmen, Yongdingmen Street, Nanluoguxiang, Shilihe Tianqiao Cultural City, Baoguo Temple and so on, there are too many.

You'll have to be specific, and I'll talk to you about it. ”

Originally, I wanted to ask the fortune teller directly, this belongs to feudal superstition, and it is not good to ask the exit, but the master said so.

Su Yun had no choice but to ask directly: "I want to ask where there are many fortune-telling stalls?" ”

"Oh, this one, there are all the places I told you just now, but it's the flyover that gathers the most.

Who let us Chinese people be traditional, believe it or not, listening to people say two good words is also a happy mood, right?

In recent years, the policy has been good, and those fortune tellers and stalls have not been seen, and no one has caught them, no more than in those years, and there are dozens of magic sticks that have been caught. ”

Divine stick Su Yun: "......"

"Tianqiao, it was lively before liberation, juggling, dancing knives and swords, talking cross talk, singing commentaries, playing middle flags, and hard qigong performances.

As soon as the big drum book was struck, I was stunned, and my whole body was comfortable and energetic when I listened to it. ”

The master waved his hand and shook his head while driving the car, and then sighed:

"When I was young, I followed my grandmother there, and I stayed all day, and I didn't want to go back."

The master said, a little caught up in the melancholy of memories.

"Now it's not as good as then, it's all gathered together to build a theater, a folk culture museum, and a big field has been detained.

However, in the past two years, the government intends to restore the culture of ordinary people playing together on the flyover, and encourage some art troupes and acrobatic art troupes to do some voluntary performances on the streets, or paid performances.

It's slowly getting lively again, but I'm always not that smelly."

The old Beijingers always have some feelings in their hearts for this ancient city, and they are sad with the disappearance of the progress of the times.

"If the little girl wants to find a fortune-telling stall, she will go to the Jingsan Pavilion of the overpass, on the west side of Zhengyangmen Street, outside the Temple of Heaven Park, commonly known as the Shenzhu Street.

The fortune-telling booth is full, but speaking of which, the uncle has to persuade you, the little girl will have to work hard in the next year for the college entrance examination.

In case the time comes, the fortune teller asks you to ask for a charm to drink some water, don't believe it, and then eat a bad stomach. ”

Every time before or after the college entrance examination, there are always parents who take their children to seek peace of mind, or to seek hope for the coming year.

Su Yun doesn't seem to be very old, so the master thought that Su Yun was also going to ask for next year's hopes.

Su Yun smiled: "Uncle, what fortune tellers want to say now is that they drink talisman water, it's all ancient methods, but no one believes it, right?" ”

"No, for a while, in our alley, didn't we just draw a talisman to burn the incense of Baoguo Temple, bring the cigarette ash back to make tea for the child, and say that it is guaranteed to be admitted to Peking University."

Su Yun was surprised, is it so easy to cheat money by fortune telling now, and she can't help but have a lot of confidence in herself, who has real talent and learning.

"And then?"

"Later, isn't it just that the child had diarrhea in the examination room, went to the toilet, and was disqualified from the exam."

"Then this matter is not over, didn't you go to the fortune teller?"

"Where to find it! These people are all guerrillas, one after another to change places, the Temple of Earth, Panjiayuan, Liulichang, Houhai, Dashilar, Enjue Temple, Aimo back and forth, every few days you have forgotten what people look like.

They are all old shirts, gray and black, and they look ordinary, and they can't be found if they are drowned in a fortune-telling stall."

It seems that this reputation is not very good, and Su Yun can't help but be a little worried about his money fraud career.

When I arrived at Jingsan Pavilion, I saw the spectacular scene of the fortune-telling stall, and I couldn't see the end for a long time.

Some of them are crowded, some have long queues behind them, and many are foreigners.

Those fortune tellers, as the driver said, wore mostly traditional long shirts, the color of crab shell blue, and round-framed sunglasses.

There are many people over there, and I can't squeeze through, and I see a picture of palmistry in front of other people's stalls to show the depth of the rank.

Su Yun came in a hurry, and he didn't have any preparations, so he only brought a borage futon bought at a roadside stall.

So he put the futon on the ground and prepared to sit cross-legged.

A middle-aged uncle at the stall next to him pulled down his sunglasses and looked at Su Yun from the sunglasses: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Where did the little girl come from?

I don't know the rules, I don't see it! This piece of land has been abandoned by me, and it is my pot.

Hurry up and take a walk, don't get in the way of your uncle and me doing business."

Tianqiao Jianghu artists used to set up stalls with the rules of leaving the ground, which means that this field is the pot for me to mix bowls of rice and eat.

"Your uncle!"

Regarding the custom that the people in Beijing always can't get along with his uncle, Su Yun decided to follow the customs.

Your uncle's three-word scolding is full of Beijing rhyme.

"Hey! Believe it or not, I'll pump you! ”

The middle-aged uncle didn't expect the little girl to dare to talk back, so he stood up from the pony and raised his hand.

"Uncle Security Guard!" Su Yun shouted towards the gate of Jingsanting.

Immediately, people from the street security patrol came up.

"I like to sit here, he says it's his place and he's going to hit me."

Since everyone thinks she is a high school student, Su Yun will give full play to the advantages of the little girl.

The middle-aged man on the patrol looked at the fortune teller, "The booth fee you paid is the small place where you sat on Maza, when did this place on the street become yours!" ”

Now it is not as good as before, painting the land into a circle, and now those who are mixed with the rivers and lakes have to be managed in a unified manner and handed over to the booth fee at the Jingsanting Street Meeting.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I just talked to her and said to play."

The fierce uncle just now immediately wilted, and he might be able to pose mysteriously in front of the guests, and in front of the booth fee, he was a god.

I still set it up in the morning, and I don't know if there is a booth fee in the afternoon.

Seeing that he was honest, the patrol team turned his head and said to Su Yun with a pleasant face: "Little girl, this is not a place to play, there is a fee, you should go to other attractions to play."

Who made Su Yun a sweet-mouthed little girl, and her skin was white and beautiful, and the middle-aged uncle had a kind attitude.

"I paid for this booth."

The uncle of the security team looked at this naughty daughter who didn't know which family, and he couldn't help it, so he accepted the money and threatened the fortune teller uncle with his eyes not to look for trouble.

Otherwise, if you look good with him, you will leave and go back.

"Little girl, you are quite rich, otherwise uncle, I will read a hexagram for you and give you an eighty-fifty discount?"

Su Yun is at the end of this deserted end, next to the Jingsanting archway, the more you go inside, the more prosperous the business of other fortune-telling stalls.

I don't know if those tourists all think that the masters are hidden at the back.

The fortune teller next to him looked like a poor and slippery man with a blue face and a sharp mouth, and Su Yun was too lazy to take care of him.

Sit cross-legged on the futon, put down the gray and blue linen skirt, close your eyes, and calm down.

The fortune teller next to her, seeing her like this, said disdainfully: "The little girl doesn't look like a prince in a dragon robe, what kind of superior demeanor is pretending."

said that he also put on sunglasses and pretended to be profound.

Soon after the beginning of autumn, catch up with the autumn tiger, and by noon, the sun is a little sunny.

In other stalls that had been prepared for a long time, fortune tellers took out black umbrellas and propped them up.

Huang Bingxi, who was next to him, also took out a parasol, and deliberately withdrew to the side, so as not to take advantage of Su Yun's cool shadow under his umbrella......

Seeing that beads of sweat began to appear on Su Yun's fair forehead, he was as happy as if he had taken revenge for the unhappiness of occupying the land.

Su Yun took out his mobile phone and dialed the same city number, and soon a master came and specially customized a high-end parasol that blocked ultraviolet rays for Su Yun.

It's both beautiful and unobstructive.

The most hateful thing is that there is a small electric fan installed under the umbrella.

Seeing Su Yun pay a few pink tickets, Huang Bingxi next to him was not angry: "Are you here for a vacation or are you here to tell fortunes to make money!" ”

Su Yun threw him a cold look: "It's about your uncle."

Huang Bingxi coughed a few times, and was angry with the girl.

Hmph, he's just waiting here to see if this stinky girl can't make money back, and she has to be laughed at.

Not to mention, Su Yun is really an eye-washing existence in this row of fortune tellers who are pretending to be crippled, so the back and forth attracts the attention of passing tourists and pedestrians.

Someone with good deeds stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Little girl, are you also a fortune teller?" Then look at your big brother, can you get rich this year? ”

Su Yun raised his eyes and looked at it, his eyebrows were clear, his tail was scattered, and he was famous and wealthy in his early years.

The academic background and wealth are very average.

Philistine, don't look.

She has to wait for a big customer who can afford 40 million, such a small role, don't bother her, and it's not worth wasting a single blood spot in the bracelet.

So Su Yunfu closed his eyes again, and the appearance of a high-ranking person who refused to be thousands of miles away made the people around him cry and laugh.

Huang Bingxi, who was next to him, immediately pulled the guest enthusiastically: "Hey, little brother, I'll show you, I'm a man in the rivers and lakes who is called an iron-mouthed direct god operator."

The young man shook off his hand and went to the side to watch the commotion.

Some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures and post posts.

"Now it's really a bad day, and the young girl doesn't study hard, so she pretends to be a god."

The person taking the photo, who looks like a college student, is wearing a pink polo shirt.

When he took pictures, Su Yun raised his eyes to look, and the mysterious eyes that were like mist and water vapor fell into the photo frame.

"You'd better give me your phone now, or there will be a bloody disaster."

Su Yun said unhappily.

Looking at a blood spot on the bracelet, she didn't want to care about it, but she couldn't bear to watch others die.

The young college student laughed and said, "I'm so scared, sure enough, the goddess will scare people and say that you will have a bloody disaster."

"People will also say a good and sincere story, you are good, just ask for it, I don't have a brain to get into the water, how can I give you the phone?"

"Oh, I see, it must be water in your brain, look at the sweat on your head now is the water in your brain when you decided to act as a goddess here, hahaha."

Zhang Zhenwei stayed here just to post the material, and now he has it, so he left while posting.

posted the conversation with Su Yun just now, the photos he took, and those words that felt that the god stick was not professional at all now to a gossip forum that he usually likes to visit.

Before leaving, he spoke with a very ugly ridicule.

Seeing Su Yun speak for the first time, the business was easily ruined, and Huang Bingxi next to him laughed loudly: "People like you listen to you to say that there are ghosts, please, don't talk about those two sentences on TV every day."

What Yin Tang is blue, the disaster of blood light, these words are very low, are they too low."

"Although his phone looks pretty good, it's the latest orange 8, and I want to come over too.

But what we want to deceive, no, let him take the initiative to offer it with both hands. ”

Su Yun pursed his lips and said angrily: "Who is rare about his mobile phone, if he doesn't die the day after tomorrow, he will come to me again, there is not a million, don't think I save him."

Huang Bingxi's mouth grew when he listened to it, and he said half-loudly: "Poor man, this kid must have been sunburned from heat stroke and started talking nonsense." (To be continued.) )