It is Yangyang.

Yang Yang looked left and right vigilantly to make sure that the eldest girl hadn't caught up, and then crawled out of the bushes with great difficulty.

While patting the dead leaves and rotten branches on his body, he said, "Emma, it's a scare ......."

Chen Chen raised his eyebrows: "See if you dare to pick up girls!" ”

"Roar! Women are indeed the most camouflaged animals! Yang Yang let out a sigh and scratched his head, "Hey, where is the dead bird father?" ”

"In the back, I was entangled in that pork chop spot." Chenchen replied coldly.

"Huh?" Yang Yang was stunned, "That madarazu is so heavy?" Don't even let go of a bad old man like Dead Bird's father? ”

"......" Chenchen shrugged, "You'd better not let Dad hear this, be careful of pumping you." ”

"That's what it was! But forget it, it's right for that madarato to find a bad old man, otherwise who can look up to a handsome and domineering little handsome guy like me? ”

"......" Chenchen rolled his eyes and was speechless.

"Gollum ......" Yang Yang's little belly began to protest without a trace.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and his little nose took a few sharp breaths, "Hey, did you smell a while?" It's like fried chicken thighs......"

Chen Chen glanced at it with disgust: "You're hungry, there are Buddhist temples here, how can there be chicken legs?" ”

Yang Yang also ignored his stubble, and the dog's nose looked for the smell and walked forward......

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He didn't go far before he turned a corner, and Yang Yang entered an alley.

It was originally a gap between the two temples, but over the years, many people set up stalls here, and it became a street market.

In addition to selling a variety of Buddhist blessing ornaments, there are also a lot of fasting foods for sale.

"Ouch, this kid, stop your steps."

Yang Yang turned his face to see that a bald guy with a mud-stained face was sitting on a stack of bricks, and in one hand he was holding a small cigarette pouch with a wooden rod and copper pot.

On the ground was a dirty piece of yellow paper, the corners of which were pressed down with four stones. Strange patterns are drawn horizontally and vertically on the paper.

But there are two words, Yang Yang recognizes: "Fortune Telling"

"What?" Yang Yang replied angrily, he was so hungry at the moment, how could he still care about others?

"Hehe, I wonder if the children are interested in calculating a hexagram?"

"What's that?" Yang Yang grew up in the United States and had never heard of fortune telling.

The bald guy smiled, "Just calculate your future, fate, and what kind of wife you will marry in the future when you grow up......"

"Wife?" Yang Yanghu glanced at him suspiciously, "You can figure this out?" ”

"Hehe, of course! Since birth, everything has a certainty. The so-called life sometimes has to be there, life is always not forced, everything is just because of this 'life' word, everything is fate......"

"......" Yang Yang glanced at the bald guy, too lazy to listen to his nonsense, staring at the freshly cooked, golden and steaming pancake fruit on the pancake stall next to the bald guy, "Oh, you buy one for me to eat, and I'll let you count!" ”

"......" a glimmer of light flashed in the bald guy's eyes, "Okay!" ”

After a while, Yang Yang took the pancakes that were still a little hot, sat in front of the old man, and was about to eat.

But he was pulled aside by Chenchen who rushed over-

"Yo hey...... Scald...... Slow down, slow down......" Yang Yang said as he protected the pancake fruit with one hand.