The cold wind was cold, Zhiyuan had a piece of luggage, a guitar, and went to the station alone.

He didn't look back.

He could feel it, she was looking at him, waving at him, and he was afraid, afraid that she would see his tears.

Zhiyuan didn't know that he didn't know when he would see her again, and maybe, he would never see her again.

He just prayed in his heart that she would be well!

"I'm gone, as I came, silently......"

"I'm gone, stumbling as I came......"

"Like the wandering wind, like the floating clouds, the lost soul, there is nowhere to put ......"

Zhiyuan remembered the song written by Qin Feng, and the corners of his mouth swayed with a bitter arc.

Zhu Xiaoya said, let him go abroad to study, why doesn't he want to go?

Although he refused, in fact, he was already moved.

He has always dreamed of traveling the world with a guitar on his back.

It was a heart-pounding opportunity, and he turned it down.

He didn't want to go so unclear.

He left in a bad mood, and none of his family explained anything, which is inappropriate.

There was a man who told him that his roots were in Qianzhong.

If you want to go, you will also walk in a dignified manner, and it will never be like this.

One day, with his own hands and enough qualifications, he will travel all over the world.

But it's definitely not, relying on someone to help him, although, that person is the eldest brother who is the same brother as himself.

Zhiyuan thought while walking, and before he knew it, the train station was already in sight.

"Young man, do the math?" At this moment, on the side of the road, there was a middle-aged man, wrapped in a cotton jacket, facing Zhiyuan, and said with a smile.

Zhiyuan glanced at him, ignored it, and continued to walk forward.

"Little brother is going south, the car to Beijing will be available at half past nine, it's still early!" The fortune teller continued.

Zhiyuan paused and looked back.

"How do you want to calculate? Birthday? Or physiognomy? Or palmistry? Zhiyuan said coldly.

"Such a cold east, the average southerner goes north, they are shivering from the cold, the little brother is a southerner, look at your thin clothes, but you are not afraid of the cold, presumably, you are born in the cold winter, you don't need to count the eight characters!" The middle-aged man talked eloquently.

"Oh?" Zhiyuan's eyes moved, and he turned around and walked in front of the middle-aged man, "Listen up!" ”

"As for physiognomy!" The middle-aged man continued, "The little brother originally had a beautiful face, but because of a scar, he ruined half of his life, presumably the brother is a jealous and hateful person, but I don't know, this scar is your numerology, it is foreseeable that the brother will be accompanied by knives and guns and blood in his future life!" So, don't forget it! ”

"So, you want to see palmistry?" Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and placed it in front of the middle-aged man.

"This ......" The middle-aged man stared at Zhiyuan's palm with a solemn expression.

"How?" Zhiyuan asked.

"Severed palm!" The middle-aged man said, "The palm of your hand, the three main lines, do not intersect...... The middle one, which is yourself, but not as deep as the one on the left, is your father...... You and your father don't have a good relationship...... Even ......"

"Or even what, go on!" Zhiyuan asked in a cold voice.

"The length represents the length of life, the depth represents the fortune, your father's this, the front section is deep, and most of the middle section gradually becomes shallow, and it is only deep in the second section, you ......" The middle-aged man wanted to speak and stopped, "The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, you may ...... Died before your father...... And your father, who may suffer for a long time......"

"What about the one on the right?" Zhiyuan asked patiently.

"The one on the right is short and shallow, and the length is almost the same as yours...... middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Zhiyuan, and said in a trembling voice, "Left father, right mother, your mother...... Passed away...... I'm so sorry, little brother! ”

"You know me?" Zhiyuan asked suddenly, staring at the middle-aged man, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The first time I saw it, how did I get to know each other?" The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Good! Go on! Zhiyuan said in a muffled voice.

"Does it depend on career or marriage?" The middle-aged man asked cautiously.

Just now, that glance made his hair stand on end.

This young man, it's terrible.

He saw blood in his eyes!

"Let's get married!" Zhiyuan said casually.

The middle-aged man looked solemnly, looking at Zhiyuan's palm, his hand, but he didn't dare to touch Zhiyuan's hand, just looked at it steadily.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Zhiyuan, and shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Zhiyuan's face sank, this person was really pretending to be a ghost.

"Then I'll be blunt!" The middle-aged man sighed, "In your life, there are four marriages, but they are very short, and you have to save one!" ”

"Say, people, words!" Zhiyuan said word by word.

"On the main line, there are four lines that intersect with you, three, very short but very deep, and one, slightly longer, but obscure!" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "That is to say, in your life, there are four women who will fall in love with you, but, there is no fate, there is only one person, who is entangled with your fate, and she is the most affectionate, her surname is Chen!" However, your feelings are ...... But it is extremely difficult, I don't know how many twists and turns it will take, it is difficult! Difficult! Difficult! ”

"Fart!" Zhiyuan was furious and stood up.

"Huh? I read it wrong! The middle-aged man was taken aback, "There is another line, I can't see it if I don't pay attention, it should be five women, but this one is not very entangled with your fate, it only intersects once, that is to say, you can only see each other once, and you will never see each other again in your life, she is surnamed Qin!" ”

"What?"

Zhiyuan was taken aback, could it be that he was talking about Sister Qin Feng?

"Who the hell are you!" Zhiyuan asked again.

"Just a fortune teller!" The middle-aged man said, "If you don't believe it, you can inquire in this area, I set up a stall here every day, little brother, don't be suspicious, I have never met you, I really want to investigate you, why is it cold and hungry here?" ”

"Sir, I hope to advise!" Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed and asked sincerely.

"How can you wade into the river, and go against the good and evil in the heart. Among them, I don't believe in the month before the flower, and today Nanguan is not moving forward! Looking at Zhiyuan deeply, the middle-aged man said, "Do you know why I don't dare to touch you?" I see in your eyes a picture of corpses and bones! ”

"Young man, your way, I can't show you a word......

The middle-aged man said, "Have good thoughts, uphold your heart, be brave and decisive, and move forward!" ”

"Thank you, sir!" Zhiyuan nodded, his gaze firm.

Whether this person is pretending to be a ghost, or really seeing something, just the last few words have benefited him immensely.

Grandma often says, be strong!

Aunt Six often says, be kind!

Grandma used to say, be open-minded!

He never dared to forget their words, but after experiencing so many things, his loved ones left him one by one, and he was a little confused.

And this old gentleman's words are tantamount to an initiation, which makes him suddenly enlightened.

His words, aren't they the same as what they say?

No matter what happens in the future, he is firm in his beliefs, and he believes that he can get out of a world of his own.

"This is for you!" Zhiyuan took out a wad of money and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"So much? Thousands! The middle-aged man shook his head, pulled one out of it, and said with a smile, "Enough! ”

"Take care, sir!" Zhiyuan put his guitar on his back and carried his luggage, and turned away.

"Boy, it's precious! Your road is difficult to walk, I hope you can get through! ”

Looking at Zhiyuan's back, disappearing into the vast sea of people, he sighed, cleaned up his stool, and stood up.

"Let's go, go home! Hey, this kind of person is rare in a hundred years, alas, pity! ”

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