People have picked up money and things, but Lu Jia seems to have inherited the master's habit of picking up people. One autumn went to Xiangshan to sketch, just selected a place with a good scenery, the paint canvas was taken out and ready to start, the pen dipped in the paint has not been lit, a face appeared in front of me, a dirty face, how dirty it is.

The owner of this face sat on the ground in front of Lu Jia so big: "Little sister, I see that your bones are strange and your face is good, how about giving you a hexagram?" ”

Lu Jia wanted to laugh when he looked at his glued beard knotted, his hair was messed up like a bird's nest and buckled on his head, and he looked at him except for the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose that were clean, and the whole province had slept in the grass for three days.

Clothes, pants, and heads are stained with blades of grass, leaves, and thorny ears, and a short-sleeved T-shirt that has long been indistinguishable from its original color is covered with a denim vest that I don't know what I picked up from the garbage can, but if you look closely, the T-shirt should still be very well made, oil and dirt chips are mixed together and stuck to the jeans, and a pair of gray ripped sneakers with a few toes exposed on the feet, and the shoes are painted with the Adi logo that I don't know if they are real or fake.

Lu Jia wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh after all.

She had seen migrant workers who bent down to pick up a ham sausage stuck in the gap of the floor drain on the side of the road; I have also seen the blind old man who played the erhu in the subway, groping for food in the bag next to him when no one was around; I have also seen lame children begging; Sixty-year-old men pushing wheelbarrows to work on construction sites; I have also seen young women dragging dozens of pounds of large duffel bags alone to squeeze the train, and the children on their backs are still in the crowd of people who are crowding and pushing, quietly asleep on their mother's back.........

There will always be people in this world who live harder than us, and many people may encounter difficulties, thinking of this, she retracted her thoughts, looked at the person in front of her and said seriously: "Okay, according to the rules." ”

The fortune teller touched the beard tied with a knot on his chin, "Young lady, you have a dark complexion, a prostration of your physique, frequent nightmares, and bad luck, am I right?" ”

Lu Jia blinked his apricot eyes and smiled, and said mentally: "Anyone with my panda eyes can see that I am not sleeping well, right?" The next sentence of the fortune telling: "There are occasional ghosts and gods." He pressed his glasses down, revealing a pair of clear and bright eyes. His eyes glanced at Lu Jia through the frame of his sunglasses, and he whispered with a mysterious expression: "Girl, draw a lot, you are not allowed to ask for money." ”

Lu Jia watched him take out a lottery holder from his arms, and finally couldn't help but be happy, and said in his tone: "Master, I see that your bones are strange and your roots are wonderful, and you are a good seedling for unraveling." Originally, I had three principles of non-occupation: no occupation without reason, no difference from possession, and no question. But today, I saw that you are an outlier, so I will make an exception to draw lots. ”

After speaking, he took out a copper coin from his jacket pocket and flicked it, and let it turn around in the palm of his hand a few times. "Fragrant hills, the West, gold. Young man, dry. Occupy people. After the copper coin stopped, he bounced it up again, and after repeating it several times, he hid it in the palm of his hand and put it back in his jacket pocket, and then he drew a bamboo stick from the holder that the fortune teller was holding.

"The slim future is okay, who knows what is hidden in the stone. Once the good will be clearly dissected, I will feel that the jasper is strange. ”

The young man pushed his sunglasses down, and looked at the lottery that Lu Jia handed him: "Thirty-second lot, middle lot." After reading it, he deliberately smashed his mouth: "Girl, you are winning the lottery, I will say that you are unlucky, and you are disturbed by ghosts and gods, right?" ”

Lu Jia said in his heart that he didn't go well today, and he couldn't paint. began to pack up his things and go home, and said to himself that he was not idle: "The treasure is in the stone, and few strangers know it." "Pack up, pick up the picture box and leave.

"Girl, I have a way to crack it, so you don't have to worry about it." The fortune teller was in a hurry, "Girl, you haven't given the money yet." Eh, girl, do what we do, don't take empty hexagrams......" Lu Jia turned around, took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the divination teller, "First nine, don't use the hidden dragon, you just haven't come yet." ”

Lu Jia carried the painting box and walked farther and farther, "Cutting jade in the stone, everything can be achieved with hard work." She muttered to herself, not knowing if she was talking about the fortune teller or herself.

The fortune teller was stunned in place, and he didn't expect Lu Jia to give her a hundred, originally he thought that it would be enough to fool ten or twenty yuan, but the girl ran away after drawing lots to give the money to the man. Thinking about her last words: "I'm talking about you, don't use the hidden dragon". I can't help but feel that this girl is simply discerning, and repeatedly recalls what the girl said, "The treasure is in the stone, and few people know it." "Isn't this just talking about yourself?

The more the fortune teller thought about it, the more he felt that this girl was not good, so he followed closely: "Girl, girl, you are higher than me in this way, accept me as an apprentice?" ”

No matter what Lu Jia said, this person didn't follow behind, that is, he decided that this girl was not a layman, and she had to apprentice. And Lu Jia thought about the hexagram that the copper coin occupied: the initial growth of "Mongolian" things. Is this a variable that implies that the fortune teller needs a good education, or is he about to be ignorant? But since it is a variable, it is possible to be dangerous, the copper coin just now was only thrown a few times, in fact, she took a hexagram for the person in front of her, the hexagram is like a difficult and a good place, implying that even if you are in danger, you must keep moving forward to avoid disasters.

Lu Jia is half-witted in learning everything in terms of mathematics, Zhou Yi's sixty-four hexagrams are not as fully integrated as Jiang Hao, this copper coin hexagram is used to slippery, when Lu Jia was young, Jiang Hao occasionally took this little apprentice with him when he set up a stall, and he was exposed to it for a long time, Lu Jia didn't learn anything else, and she had a lot of skills to fool people, in her own words, but she was usually relatively low-key.

Although she didn't know the details of this person's identity, she said that the eyes were the windows of the soul, and although this fortune teller pretended to be old, she looked like she was only in her early twenty-five or sixteen years old, and her eyes were bright and clear, and she didn't look like a bad person. Thinking of this, she stopped to look at Zhou Mo, learned the master's tone and said, "But I don't have anything to teach you, I need a laborer in the place where I work, see if you want to go?" ”

After Lu Jia finished speaking, he gestured towards Zhou Mo's chin and half of his beard fell out because it was not sticky: "Also, your beard has fallen off."

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment by Lu Jia, who pretended to be profound, and glued his beard back, saying in his heart that this is the demeanor of a master. I am even more convinced.

Zhou Mo came to the studio like this, and the two-person studio became a three-person studio.

Come back to Zhou Mo now, he is seriously studying Tao Xun, blowing a few times from time to time, but he hasn't seen a shadow standing behind him. Suddenly, he felt a cold air behind him, but he always felt that there was a person standing behind him, and he slowly turned around and found that there was nothing.