August 31, 2012, 2 a.m. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The central and western parts of the Central Plains, a hundred miles of coal sea, a small city of Ruzhou, an antique street.

The summer rain is coming, ticking and ticking, and there is no end in sight.

"Who the hell orders takeout in the middle of the night, and sincerely makes fun of Lao Tzu!" I raised my head and cursed, and the rain hit my face like bullets, flowing down my cheeks and into my mouth, bitter and slightly salty, like tears.

"Don't be like this, Xiao Li, it's just a little bit of dew on the sleeves, what is it to people like us brothers who have experienced strong winds and waves?" Zhang Sanfeng, my iron buddy said, "Walking in the rain in the middle of such a silent and unmanned night, how poetic and picturesque, I can't help but want to chant a poem in this situation......"

"I said crazy, you just sneer, you haven't been to junior high school and still chant poetry, if you have that interest, you might as well quickly find a place to shelter from the rain," I teased, "If you weren't fooling, would the electric car fall into the ditch?" Tonight, the power outage in the whole city, even the Internet cafes are closed, where do you let us hide in the middle of the night! ”

"Don't be so pessimistic, anyway, the clothes on our bodies are soaked, and it's useless to hide from the rain," Zhang Sanfeng said unhurriedly, "Isn't it also a very romantic thing to walk in such a rainy alley?" Maybe you can meet a lilac-like girl. ”

"Dai Wangshu is still holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the sky is above the two of us," I said angrily, "Besides, that girl has the same brain problem as you, and she doesn't sleep here in the middle of the night, unless it's a female ghost!" ”

Speaking of which, I suddenly closed my mouth, today is August 31st, the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, Shangyuan Festival, that is, the Ghost Festival, don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about ghosts at night, especially at this time, thinking of this, I feel a little hairy in my heart.

Perhaps realizing that we had committed a taboo, the two of us stopped talking, and just hurried away, the sound of our feet on the green bricks mixed with the sound of rain, like a damp and moldy symphony.

Walking and walking, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly stopped, pulled the corner of my clothes, I turned around and asked him what was going on, I saw him snorting forward, I looked up, and was suddenly startled, only to see a vague figure standing under the street lamp not far away.

In the middle of the night, how could anyone be standing in this place, could it be really hell?!

I felt a tingling in my scalp, and I was about to run away, when I saw the figure suddenly walk towards us, and as he walked, he said, "In such a late night, I can meet the two of you, and it can be regarded as fate, why don't you let me count the two of you?" After saying this, the man had already approached.

I looked intently, only to see that this person was wearing a black robe, holding a spirit flag in his left hand, a cane in his right hand, and a pair of old-fashioned sunglasses, and I didn't know if he was really blind or pretending, I patted my chest, it turned out to be a false alarm, but then again, this fortune teller is also quite hard, in order to earn those ten or eight yuan, he simply gave up his life.

Neither of us believed in this very much, but we were more interested, and thought that we would not be able to find a place to shelter from the rain for a while anyway, so it would be better to chat with him and play a trick.

"Can you give me the math of my longevity?" Xiao Zhang asked.

"When the leaves fall back to the roots, people always have to die." The fortune teller said lightly, I have to say, this person's voice is quite good.

"Marriage?"

"There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't want it."

"Fame?"

"Wealth is like a cloud of smoke, and it can be used when it is needed."

Xiao Zhang asked several more questions, but he was blocked by such ambiguous words.

"And what are you?" I was on fire at the time, this sincerity then let's make fun of it, is this fortune teller a psychopath? But the two of us too, standing in the middle of the night under the rainstorm to tell fortunes, if people saw it, they would definitely think that we had escaped from a mental hospital.

After staying with Zhang Sanmad for a long time, I also began to feel a little abnormal.

"Telling people hexagrams, telling hexagrams is just a small skill of carving insects. The hexagram is cloudy, and the doubtful and undecided ask for divination. Those who know the destiny of heaven and guard the avenue have no doubts and no need to tell hexagrams. People want to seek good fortune and avoid evil, but the so-called blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and it is difficult to become a great tool without experiencing hardships. Too much blessing is also a disaster," the fortune teller smiled slightly, "The real fortune teller is not counting people, but the sky." ”

I glanced at Xiao Zhang, and suddenly laughed, "If you can really count the sky, why didn't you calculate that it will rain tonight, bring an umbrella when you go out!" ”

The fortune-telling trick was exposed, but it was not annoying, but laughed with us for a while, and then suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, staring at me and making me feel a cold war, "The two don't believe me, although I am helpless, but there is no way, before parting, I have a word to give to the two, the two must remember, the reincarnation door opens, six Jiazi." ”

"By the way, when you cross the road tomorrow morning, remember to tie your shoelaces, then, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, don't pass by, we will have a period later." When the fortune teller finished speaking, without waiting for us to answer, he arched his hand at us, turned away, and the wide sleeves of his robe brushed against Xiao Zhang's cheeks.

"Inexplicable!" I muttered, and was about to leave, but found Zhang Sanfeng standing there in a daze, his face a little pale.

"Xiao Li," Xiao Zhang's voice trembled slightly, "The fortune-telling clothes seem to be dry." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you kid," I heard another cold war, and I held back for a long time before I said a word, "He just brushed it on your face, do you feel wrong?" ”

"No," Xiao Zhang straightened his tongue, "you didn't notice that in such a heavy rain, his hair did not stick to his scalp like us, but ......"

"It's not good to stay here for a long time, let's go!" I stroked my chest, gasped for breath, shouted, and followed Xiao Zhang to run in the rainy night.

As we ran, Xiao Zhang and I stopped, because we saw that not far ahead, an antique shop was wide open, and the orange light shone out of the door, hitting the bluestone pavement, which was a little dazzling.

I walked to the door of the antique store with Xiao Zhang, I wanted to go in to avoid the rain, but suddenly I found that something was wrong, the step did not fall for a long time, the third watch in the middle of the night, it rained so heavily, other stores closed early, why is this store still open.

"Please come in." A deep baritone voice came from inside the store, and Xiao Zhang and I involuntarily raised our feet and walked in.

As soon as I entered the house, I had the feeling of stepping back in time.

On both sides of the antique carved door, each place a Han Dynasty moire Boshan furnace, wisps of cigarette smoke escape from the hole on the top of the furnace, ethereal and upward, although I don't know much about incense, but a smell to know, this is definitely a hundred years of good fragrance.

This fragrance is very light, the wisps are looming, as fresh as the morning mist and dew, always inadvertently teasing the tip of my nose, that amazing feeling, just like the barren snowfield, a tree of cold plum quietly blooming, placed here, there is a "morning lotus dew" artistic conception.

I felt my nervous mind calm down a little.

All kinds of jewelry and jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, are placed on the counter in different categories, and are kept spotlessly.

In front of the screen is a pear blossom wood table, and a young man in his twenties is sitting at the table making tea, perhaps to cater to the antique atmosphere, this young man wears a Hanfu curved robe.

When he saw us come in, the young man stood up and bowed his head to us.

This is the first time I have met this young man surnamed Zhao, and this encounter seems to be accidental, but it is a very important part of a millennium game that has been designed for a long time.

Since then, a lot of things have changed in the world.