Zimo barely showed a smile, nodded at Ding, and then went in with them. Country F is an extremely romantic country.

The most romantic of nature is a sea of lavender in Provence. There is also the flower capital B, there are countless love classics, I don't know how many love stories have been interpreted by the Seine, the beautiful and charming Cte d'Azur, the ski slopes of the Alps, the lights of the Eiffel Tower are one of the most beautiful scenery in Paris at night, flowers, candlelight, perfumes, romance, this is the impression that country F gives people.

The first stop of the tour is generally the romantic Ocean of Flowers - Provence.

As soon as he got off the plane, Zimo noticed a faint fragrance in the air. It is said that fragrance is another side of the life of the F people, the F people are extremely particular about the use of incense, the four seasons are different, the day and night are different, their pursuit of fragrance is no longer a simple search for fragrance, but also a real enjoyment of life, and I don't know whether this is the fragrance of lavender or the spice of the F people.

The two of them stayed in a five-star hotel, and Lianglingcheng chose the presidential suite for five or eight nights, and the location of this room could overlook the purple garden a few kilometers away.

No wonder it's so expensive overnight.

Maybe he was tired from the plane, maybe the incense in the air made people unconsciously relax, in short, on the first night in Provence, Zimo slept very sweetly.

Of course, if she didn't wake up in the morning and see the man's sleeping face at a glance, she thought she would be happier.

After breakfast, Liang Lingcheng didn't know where to get a car, and the two drove to the lavender viewing place.

Although it was the off-season, there were still a lot of unexpected people, and when Zimo and they arrived, there were already many people taking pictures there.

They chose a passage that was not less than a few people, and just walked more than a hundred meters, and a person came to them, he was about thirty years old, his hair was dyed blue, and he was wearing an exaggerated beach-style dress, Zimo glanced at it slightly, didn't care, and thought it was a tourist. But suddenly, he stopped in front of them and said with an exaggerated expression: "Are you also here to tell fortunes from the master?" Hurry up, there's only one place left. He spoke pure French, and Zimo could only understand a few words slightly.

But Liang Lingcheng obviously understood, he glanced down at Zimo, and then replied to the man, "No, we're just walking around."

The fluent French, with a pure accent, thought he was a local.

When the man saw that the yellow-skinned and black-haired man spoke fluent French, he immediately counselled for a while, and then explained: "I thought you were going to go to the master to tell your fortune, this master only receives ten people a day, and I am the ninth of you, if you are interested, you can go and do the math, at the end of the aisle."

With that, he smiled amicably at the two of them before leaving.

Zimo looked up at the man inexplicably, obviously asking about the conversation just now.

The man pursed his lips and lightly said what had just happened, Zimo nodded, not careless, but Liang Lingcheng suddenly said, "Or, let's go and see."

By the time Zimo reacted, they were already in a small, traditional local house.

The equipment in the house is very simple, only a table and a bamboo chair with a blanket, on the table are placed large and small ornaments and Buddhism-related books and tables, two bamboo chairs are placed on the right side of the room, and on the left is a commemorative wall of some celebrities taking photos.

Just when they were wondering why there was no one, a man suddenly came out from under the table, he was yellow-skinned and white-haired, about sixty years old, slightly fat, wearing a black wide T-shirt and blue denim shorts, and a gray-headed and dirty face, which almost scared Zimo out.

As if he hadn't heard it, the man took the towel hanging on the wall next to him and wiped his face casually, revealing his face that resembled an oriental face, and asked casually, "What do you want to count?"

Liang Lingcheng didn't have any expression, stabilized Zimo's body with one hand, and replied with a calm expression: "Marriage." Hearing this, the man looked up at them twice, asked them about their birthdays, and then lowered his head and began to count.

Zimo's black line in his head, this person can't be a liar, right? Fortune telling in Provence in the way of the Chinese country? She didn't believe it anyway.

Liang Lingcheng took Zimo to sit on the bamboo chair next to the room, and thoughtfully took the blanket on the coffee table next to her and covered her legs in a short skirt to prevent her from walking naked.

Zimo pursed his lips and said softly, "Thank you."

The man glanced at them, then lowered his reading glasses and got busy.

A moment later, just as Zimo was boredly playing with his fingers, the man spoke, "You two are in line,....

After an introduction that was not much different from that in China, the man suddenly paused, glanced up at Zimo, and said: "However, you will soon experience the biggest wave in your life, as long as you survive this catastrophe, you will definitely be able to grow old together."

When the man's words fell, the hearts of both of them were in the same heart.

Zi Moxin missed a beat, his crossed hands tightened subconsciously, and he inadvertently glanced up at the man, seeing that he was frowning and bowing his head thoughtfully, seeing her look over, holding her hand couldn't help but tighten.

The fear and worry in the man's eyes overflowed, and he pursed his lips and stared at her, as if she was going to disappear in the next second

Under the attack of the man's eyes, Zimo's eyes flickered for a moment, and when he was about to lose his bearing, Liang Lingcheng suddenly turned his head and asked seriously: "Didn't you say that it can be resolved?" What's the solution?

Zimo couldn't help frowning, usually if a man sees this, he walks away directly, saying that it is superstition, but today, he is extremely serious.

As if knowing that he was going to ask, the man had no surprise on his face, but just got up and walked to the small room on the left, and after a while, holding a pair of bracelets in his hands.

"This is the agate stone that has been opened by the master of Putuo Mountain in Huaguo, and the pendants of the two bracelets are condensed with a Gu worm from Miaojiang, this pair has lived for a hundred years, and they are hugged together in death, and the masters separated them, and then made a pair of bracelets. The implication is that no matter what you are separated for, you will eventually return to each other.

The man placed the bracelet in front of them and brought the mystery in it with him.

After Liang Lingcheng translated the man's words, Zimo smiled directly when she heard the words, she covered her mouth, and with a hint of determination, she asked in Chinese: "The master is from China, right?!" Where? Miao Jiang? Could it be from Xiangxi?"

As if he didn't expect Zimo to speak Chinese, the man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have the slightest panic, but with a hint of annoyance, he replied in fluent Chinese: "I am Chinese, but we are fortune tellers for generations." It's okay if you don't believe what I say, but there's no need to sneer at Xiangxi to mock me!