On the second road, a blind old man set up his hexagram stall, shaking a wide Zhuge feather fan in his hand, crossing Erlang's legs, waiting for the person who counted the hexagrams.

A young man with luggage walked slowly down the street, his expression melancholy and a little serious. The white cloth caftan reveals a vicissitudes of running around. The black cloth shoes hit the ground with force, and a thin scarf half-hid the face could not hide the fatigue of the journey.

It was early autumn, and the wind on the street was cool, and the young man looked at the sky and wrapped the thin white scarf around his neck.

"Look at the fortune telling, you are not allowed to not collect money."

The young man heard the shouts of the old man on the side of the road, turned his head slightly to look at the old man, raised his leg and prepared to continue his journey.

"There is no way to go west!"

The young man stopped, seeing that he was facing the West. He could not help but retreat back to the old man's stall, took off his sheep felt hat and said to the old man:

"Sir, Takami."

The old man smiled incomprehensibly and stretched out his hand to the young man. The young man's eyelids lowered, and he saw him stretch out an old hand, and then turned his pupils to look at the old man, and after a little thought, he stretched out his left hand. The old man held it in one hand and groped carefully with the other.

"Heaven, earth, and man, three long and deep, good palmistry."

The young man listened and smiled politely:

"Thank you, sir."

"What do you call a young man?"

"Song Tieming."

The old man groaned "oh", and touched a small "island" in his hand, carefully identifying its size, shape, and depth. At the end, he whispered to Song Tieming:

"Both of your parents are dead, you have a name but no surname, and Song is not your real surname. Although you have a great future, your fate cannot be determined by yourself, because of three women. ”

Song Tieming didn't want to listen to it, he hated this kind of life under the fence and at the mercy of others since he was a child, and after listening to the old man's words, his heart was like a yellow quagmire that had been stirred, and he had muddy memories:

"Old gentleman......"

"Listen—this first woman is your nobleman, and she saved you; This second woman is going around and around, provoking enemies, and she wants to kill you; This third woman, you will kill her. ”

"Sir, I have already been killed by the second woman, how can I kill the third woman?"

The old man shook his fan and laughed:

"It's up to you."

Song Tieming left a few coins and said goodbye to the old gentleman. Along the way, he was thinking about the old man's riddle and his decision to come to Shanghai.

Tie Ming walked on the bustling streets of Shanghai, and saw that the characters in Shanghai were more trendy than the places he had been. There are the latest and most cutting-edge industrial technology in China, the tallest and most magnificent buildings, and the most and fastest cars. Tie Ming felt the momentum of Shanghai's ten-mile foreign market, and looked at it like a Chinese girl in a gorgeous dress walking towards him.

There are so many dreams flying in my heart, but the words of the old master make me uneasy.

Three women? Three twists in your own fate?

Hehe, isn't the twenty-seven years of life twists and turns enough? What is there to be afraid of in this life and the next? How many ups and downs have passed in life, and it seems that I am thinking in my heart, but I am blowing away a wisp of smoke, why bother?

Tie Ming walked all the way, looked all the way, and unconsciously came to the Bund, and saw the famous Waibaidu Bridge standing on the Huangpu River in the distance.

It's beautiful! Iron bridge at sunset: The brilliant halo of the sunset warmly sprinkles on half of the iron bridge, making the bridge half bright and half dark, light and dark, and scattered.

The cool evening breeze of early autumn crosses the iron bridge and playfully winds and dances between the iron railings. Lovers on the iron bridge snuggled up to each other, and the setting sun lengthened their footprints and lengthened the quiet and peaceful evening. The river under the bridge flows quietly, shimmering with sparkling waves, flowing and flowing all the way into the depths of the Huangpu River.

This bridge is so beautiful, Tie Ming looked at this beautiful scenery with intoxication, and there were migratory birds in the sky, flying in a row.

Tie Ming thought: Is the leader of the goose going to change positions? It flies so tired, so slow. Will there be a fight here, a brutal scramble? Swords and guns are bleeding all over the place.

Waibaidu Bridge, what have you seen? You have stood there for decades, the blood rain on the bridge, the turmoil under the bridge, what have you seen? Why don't you speak quietly? Why are you so still? You are hollow, you have only ribs, hold up your body, empty your soul.

Northerners love power, and southerners are greedy for money. That's the way the world is. For the sake of power, for money, and for sex, he won the disapproval of his six relatives and fought for his head to break his blood. Life is a lifetime, grass and trees for a hundred years, as long as there is sunshine and rain and dew, the grass can grow, why people are full of food and clothing, they have to fight for nothing.

Let's fight! I like power, money, and sex, and it's the weak who can't fight for it. Life is meant to fight, if you don't fight, even your share will be snatched away.

Song Tieming, don't be a wise man in the world, you must be a strong man in the world!

Just as Tie Ming was looking at the beautiful scenery of Waibaidu Bridge and thinking about life, the little witch Qinqin took a group of her followers to wander through the streets.

Qin Qin held a reed pole in her mouth, posed with the style of the female boss, and walked on the crowded Suzhou Road in style, followed by Ah Dog and the four of them.

What's the fun?

Qin Qin scanned the surroundings through his sunglasses and saw a child holding a soccer ball and buying popsicles in front of a popsicle stand under the Waibaidu Bridge.

He bought an orange orange and a white milk-flavored one, one in each hand, and held the football between his elbows, which seemed to be really difficult. Qin Qin waved his hand and asked his follower to go over and take the football in the child's hand.

Rat used to laugh and talk to the child, asking him to hold the ball so that he could eat the popsicle comfortably. The child happily agreed, and the rat took the ball from his arms, flew up and kicked it to Qinqin:

"Qinqin, go on."

When the ball was about to land, Qin Qin raised a foot to trip it, bumped it a few times, and kicked it to Ah Gou, Ah Dog followed Qin Qin and also practiced a good kick, he played a few times, and kicked it in the direction of Ah Mao. Ah Mao took it and played, shaking his glutinous white flesh, which was better than a dog playing ball as light as a swallow.

By this time, the children had finished eating the popsicles and were yelling for them to return the balls to themselves.

The cat opened his big hand and pressed the child's head, turning left three times and right three times like a gourd. The child was about to faint, and the cat held his head to prevent him from falling, and laughed "haha" himself. A few people played the ball and had a lot of fun.

When the child woke up, he watched his ball being kicked around by a group of big brothers and sisters, and cried and screamed in distress:

"Give me back the ball, give me the ball back."

Qin Qin only cared about her own happiness, she turned around and kicked back, and Dog, Worm, and Rat, did not continue.

The ball "swished" over their sight and was caught by Song Tieming. Qin Qin was surprised that he was able to catch the moving ball, grasp it with one hand, and still be motionless, which shows how hard this person's body is.

Tie Ming saw a little lady and a few Xiaolang snatching other people's children's balls on the street to kick, and refused to return them to others, wanting to teach them a lesson, and thinking that he was not familiar with life, the train was still late, and if he didn't hurry, he would go to the martial arts hall by mistake to report, so he still didn't care.

Unfortunately, the ball flew in his direction impartially, Tie Ming put down the luggage he was carrying, took a horse step, stretched out his hand, and steadily caught the uninvited "ball" and circled it to the bottom.

"Who are you, dare to take our Sister Qinqin's ball?"

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