Xiao Ying pulled out a suit from the suitcase. This is still when he was admitted to college, his mother specially asked a tailor to customize it for him, of course, it is not a famous brand, and the fabric is not high-end, but it is a suit in the end. He rarely wears it, unless there is a school dance or something, so it's relatively new.

After putting on a suit and tie, he looked in the mirror and sure enough, he had become a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Fold the white cloth he had written yesterday and put it in his trouser pocket, and he left the dormitory and went downstairs. Vigilantly looked upstairs, there was no movement, and then he jumped out of the dormitory building.

He went to the bicycle rental shop of the school commissary and borrowed a bicycle with a mortgage on his student ID. Originally, their graduating class student ID card could not be mortgaged, but he was more familiar with the owner of the bicycle dealership, and after saying a few good words, he still rented it for him.

Riding a phoenix weighted bicycle out of the school gate, I spent ten yuan at an optical store to buy a pair of toad glasses. The lenses are so large that when worn on the face, most of the face can be blocked. And it's a cool kind of color gradient lenses, which are the kind of color-changing glasses worn by the killer in Chow Yun-fat's "The True Color of Heroes", Xiao Ying has always been envious.

During the entrepreneurial period, he had to be thrifty, and he shouldn't have bought a luxury like sunglasses, but now sunglasses are a prop for his business and must have it, so he bought it.

He wore sunglasses, rode a weighted bike, and with the blazing summer sun on his head, he merged into the rolling torrent of bicycles.

Such a scene is rare to see after more than two decades. At that time, it became a torrent of turtle-like cars.

Xiao Ying sighed all the way and rode a bicycle to the train station.

The city where he is located is the provincial capital of the most populous province, and the long-distance bus station is next to the train station, so there are many passengers. The railway station square is crowded with people, and in addition to the hurried passengers, there are also many traders who do business and walk with baskets to sell.

The hotel girls and old ladies soliciting customers at the exit of the station are asking the passengers who come out one by one, and the mysterious ticket scalpers and the people who sell fake invoices and the underground party generally come out from time to time and ask a few words in a low voice.

Xiao Ying is too familiar with the train station, and over the years of studying, he has to return to his hometown from here every time he has summer and winter vacations, and when the vacation is over, he will take the train back from his hometown.

He parked his bike in the parking lot, took the parking sign, and walked to an alley on the edge of the square with his hands behind his back.

This alley is called "fortune-telling street" by the locals, and there are hundreds of fortune-telling shops of all sizes.

The 10s were a time of restlessness, with a few rich people who got rich first getting rich, and most of the people who didn't have money sharpened their heads and thought about how to make money. At that time, there was a saying that "those who have the ability to be the boss, and those who have no ability to set up stalls, and go to work without three or four things." ”

This has given rise to the fortune-telling market, where those who want to make money but have no way to do so will want to spend a little money to get guidance from fortune tellers, find a way to make a fortune, and join the ranks of the small group of people who got rich first. The fortune-telling street of the provincial railway station was formed in accordance with the requirements of the times.

Of course, fortune tellers can't get an industrial and commercial license, so most of them are stalls operating without a license, and local industrial and commercial taxes generally don't care. A small number of them also applied for business licenses, of course, with titles such as so-and-so consulting firms.

In the past, when Xiao Ying was waiting for the train to go home, he had nothing to do and wandered around, he once came to the fortune-telling street, and he also stood aside with great interest to listen to how others told fortunes. Of course, it sounded to him that they were basically talking nonsense, but those fortune tellers looked pious, nodding their heads and looking attentive, as if they believed it. Maybe this is the bystander Qing, he always sighed at that time.

And now, he wants to be one of them, not to tell fortunes, but to tell fortunes. It's just that he is different from other fortune tellers, he doesn't count fortune or years, he only counts incurable diseases and gives guidance to patients and their families.

In addition to the street of the railway station, there are fortune tellers in the provincial capital, and there are also fortune tellers outside several temples. However, Xiao Ying chose this place, mainly because there is a railway station and a long-distance bus station next to it, and there is a large flow of people, and patients from the whole province and even other provinces who come to the provincial hospital for medical treatment have to pass through here.

At the same time, out of the railway station square, next to the Provincial Second People's Hospital, is a well-known tertiary hospital in the province, and there is an endless stream of patients who come to see it.

He entered the alley, and all the people near the entrance of the alley were occupied by the fortune teller who came first, and when he went to the alley, he found an open space, took out the white cloth from his pocket and spread it on the ground, pressed the four corners with stones, and then sat down on the top of the white sheet, and sat cross-legged. Look through your sunglasses at passers-by.

This street is full of fortune tellers, and no one cares about his appearance. However, the words written on the white cloth on the ground quickly attracted onlookers.

A chubby middle-aged woman with melon seeds was the first to be interested, squatting in front of his white cloth sheet, spitting out the melon seed shell, while tilting her head and reading the words on it: "Difficult diseases, long incurable; Half-immortals in the world, pointing out the maze. It's not right, and it's ten dollars upside down. ”

The fat woman spit out a melon seed shell and said to Xiao Ying: "What a big breath, maybe it's ten yuan upside down?" ”

Xiao Ying sat cross-legged and didn't speak, just nodded deeply.

At this time, an old lady came from behind the fat woman, patted the fat woman on the shoulder and said, "What are you doing?" Fortune telling? ”

"Yes, yes, there is a rare thing, this fortune teller in sunglasses said that if he didn't count, he would pay for it."

"Is there such a thing?" The old lady fanned a puff fan, and also squatted beside the fat woman, read the words on it with great difficulty, squinted at Xiao Ying and said, "Young man, are you a gimmick to attract customers, or is it really not allowed to lose money?" ”

Xiao Ying still didn't say a word, took out a few ten-yuan bills from his pocket, put them in front of him, and pressed them with stones.

At this moment, both women began to talk loudly in surprise.

The woman's bluff attracted the attention of other people, and a few people came over, and when they saw that Xiao Ying really put the money in front of him, it was completely a posture of saying the same, and they were all immediately interested.

You must know that it is normal for fortune tellers to say that they don't want money, but it is difficult to see if they dare to say that they can't count the money, not to mention that they look cool in a suit and tie and sunglasses, and they never speak, which gives people a sense of mystery and attracts the attention of these people.

A porter with a flat shoulder on his shoulder, grinning, revealing a few yellow and scorched teeth, smiled and turned his head to the people around him and said, "Maybe it's ten yuan upside down, it's a good deal." It's much more cost-effective than me helping people carry the burden, I'll try it - I say fortune teller, you tell me how much money I've made so far? It depends on whether you can count accurately. ”

Xiao Ying still didn't speak, just stretched out his finger and lightly tapped on the white cloth sheet in front of him.

The eyes of the onlookers focused on the line he had ordered. The fat woman pointed and smiled and said, "Look clearly, people only count incurable incurable diseases, he will calculate it for you when you are sick, and others will not count how much money you make." ”

The yellow plate tooth picker laughed a few times and said, "yes, I didn't pay attention, okay, then you calculate what disease I have?" ”

Xiao Ying still doesn't speak? Continuing to pretend to be deep, he stretched out his finger and dotted on the white cloth sheet again, and everyone's eyes focused on the place of his finger.

The fat woman smiled and said, "Intractable disease! ――You must not be sick, only if there is a patient's family, and it must be an incurable disease, and people will not count it for you if you have a cold or diarrhea. ”

Huang Banya said: "What is an incurable disease? ”

The fat woman spit out a melon seed shell, almost flew to the face of the yellow plate tooth picker, pouted disdainfully and said, "I don't know about incurable diseases? You deserve to be a coolie porter. Sue you, an incurable disease is a disease that the doctors of the hospital can't cure, right, big brother? ”

The fat woman seemed to have a good impression of Xiao Ying, who looked cool in a suit and sunglasses, and helped him speak.

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