In the crowd walked two pretty boys, one tall and one short, handsome as fairies. (Just go to the Pen Fun Pavilion)

The tall boy shook the fan elegantly, stretched out the fan to push away the people who blocked their way, and from time to time the tall body covered the petite boy behind him to avoid being collided by passers-by.

The petite boy did not appreciate it, muttered a few words from time to time, glared at him fiercely with complaining eyes, she looked up at the weather, the sun was close to noon, walked for a long time, and did not see the osmanthus cake for sale, he remembered that Xiang Yang once said that the osmanthus cake in the city was very delicious, and she wanted to buy a little back so that they could also taste the famous osmanthus cake in the capital.

But this ill-intentioned son took her around for a long time, and he didn't see the osmanthus cake for sale.

She scolded angrily: "Bastard, you lied to me, how can there be osmanthus cakes for sale?" I'm not leaving. ”

He hurriedly turned around and pulled the angry little woman, and coaxed softly: "It's coming, it's coming soon." ”

Ziwei suppressed the fire in her belly, looked up and scanned the surroundings, and found passers-by pointing at them with contempt.

A pair of clear eyes glanced at everyone puzzled, turned his head to see him calmly facing everyone, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, holding her hand tightly, and swaggering down the street.

Seeing Ziwei's big eyes that were getting angry, he shook his fan to block everyone's eyes, lowered his head and locked his beautiful big eyes that were full of anger, and laughed in a low voice: "If you don't want to attract people's attention and be pointed at by others, don't lose your temper and follow me calmly." ”

"You did it on purpose, you did it on purpose, you bastard." Ziwei scolded in a low voice and shook off his hand: "Get out, if you are not satisfied, take the title deed back, why is it so bad for my reputation." ”

"You think too much, who knows that you are a daughter, they are jealous of how there can be such a beautiful and handsome son in the world. They are curious about whose son you are, and maybe someone will take a fancy to you and want to show you favor. The fan fanned gently, sending a fresh and pleasant cool fragrance of osmanthus.

Ziwei was refreshed, and the anger in her heart dropped a lot, and she followed the aroma to find the tavern opposite, where a teenage girl sat under the osmanthus tree, and she looked at Ziwei with envy in her eyes.

Suddenly, she saw Ziwei raise a smiling face towards her, dazzling her eyes, she blushed, lowered her head, put her fingers in the bowl and dipped a little water, and drew on the table, as if she wanted to leave Ziwei's smiling face on her fingertips and engrave it on her heart.

Ziwei is in a good mood: "Hehe" It turns out that no matter where the beauty is, she can still eat, fortunately, she looks elegant and delicate, and the pink is greasy, otherwise where would the beauty-loving crape myrtle have the confidence to walk on the street for people to admire. She kept up with him with brisk steps.

"Childe, please stay!" ，

"Childe, please stay!"

Ziwei turned her head and looked for the source of the sound, and found a middle-aged man not far away, sitting on a stool, with a table in front of him, separated by a piece of paper, written in black and white: God operator, calculate good fortune and evil, calculate fate, calculate the future, don't want money, don't believe in giving it a try.

He beckoned to Ziwei and told Ziwei to stop.

Ziwei's heart skipped a beat when she found out that he was calling herself. Stop, and look at the future: measuring destiny and measuring the future.

"Childe, please stay, and I wish to calculate a hexagram for you." The god operator's eyes were firmly fixed on Ziwei, and for a while, his eyes closed slightly, and he said to himself: "Strange, shouldn't it be like this?" ”

Spread out his hands and looked over and over, with a painful look on his face: "Am I not sure?" ”

Ziwei was so frightened by the unpredictable look of the god operator that her heart "knocked on". Afraid that he would see something and expose his true face in front of a stranger, she hid her uneasy emotions. reprimanded: "Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about without the consent of my son?" Who allowed you to forget it, and return the god operator, I think you are a miscalculation. ”

The god operator opened his eyes again and looked at Ziwei fixedly: "Childe is not allowed to ask for money, you are"

Ziwei raised her head, her bright eyes flashed with a hint of panic, her hands were clenched into fists in her wide sleeves, she took a step forward, propped herself on the table, suppressed her beating heart, and forced her composure to look at him: "Shut up, if you talk nonsense and harm people, I will tear down your signboard." ”

The god operator stared at Ziwei as if he was enchanted, and suddenly he stretched out his hand, wanting to catch the snow-white Rouyi hidden in his wide sleeves.

Ziwei flicked her wide sleeves, and a wave of anger ignited in her chest, and she slapped her hand casually. The crisp sound of the "horn" made the god operator stunned for a moment, staring at Ziwei without turning his eyes.

A person watching the excitement said to the god operator: "This is your fault, the fate belongs to others, why do you want to ask for it?" ”

The muscles on Shen Operator's face trembled a few times, and the dissatisfied accusations of passers-by and the hot burning on his face made him wake up from his gaffe, and suddenly a bronzed face turned red: "Childe, I'm sorry, I'm rude, I'm sorry, I'm rude." ”

Ziwei reprimanded unforgivingly: "This son is an upright and upright gentleman, how can you allow charlatans and other charlatans to mess around here, you are clearly a prodigal son, but you are swaggering and deceiving here under the sign of a god operator, today I will tear down your signboard." Let the world see your true face as a hypocrite. ”

Ziwei grabbed a piece of paper on the table indignantly, and snorted sneeringly: "Return the god operator, calculate the good and evil, calculate the fate, calculate the future, you can't even calculate your own life, how to offend this son I don't know it, how to come to the name of the god operator, it is completely a trick to deceive the world and steal fame." ”

She glanced at more and more onlookers, pulled her hands, tore in half with a sound of a paper brush, and glanced at the god operator with a flushed face: "I'll give you a name, it's called a miscalculation." ”

"Coax." Someone in the crowd burst out laughing.

Someone clapped his hands and praised: "It's good, I calculated with him this year, saying that if I want to get a man, I must divorce my wife and remarry in order to have a son, isn't this nonsense?" My wife just got pregnant, and I almost lost my baby when I heard his nonsense, didn't you swear it? If you can't count it again, cut off your hand to prove your ability to be a god. ”

A middle-aged man also continued: "It's strange to say, God sometimes calculates very accurately, sometimes miscalculates, but after a while, his words are fulfilled, and when you ask him, he can't tell the ugly and ugly nonsense, and the secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

"Is it really as he said, the fate of people is full of mystery."

Ziwei snorted coldly: "I warn you, don't talk nonsense and mess around anymore." Otherwise, I will see you once, and I will tear down your signboard once until you do no harm to others. ”。

A middle-aged man who watched the excitement persuaded him: "Son, I have admitted that I have made a mistake in my miscalculation, and you have a lot of calculations, and he just came out to eat with a mouthful of food, and there are some who are not accurate." ”

Childe stood aside and watched Ziwei make a fuss with interest, until passers-by called the god operator a miscalculation: "What is the nonsense of a crazy person, what is credible, let's go." ”

Ziwei turned her head to look at him, her wandering eyes escaping from her secret in her heart.

The air seemed to be a little stagnant, Ziwei clearly smelled the condensed temperament of the man next to her, looked at the god operator talking to herself, and fell into deep thought.

Ziwei turned her head to look at him, and saw that Junyi's cheeks were serious, her heart suddenly tightened, she took a step back, distanced herself from him, grinded her teeth and said angrily: "He can't even tell whether I am a man or a woman, and he dares to come out to deceive." ”

"You're right, he didn't know if you were a man or a woman, how could it be accurate, it was just nonsense, and it didn't matter if you didn't believe it. Walk! With that, he shook his fan and took the lead.

Ziwei quietly breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed the stuffy breath in her throat, didn't say anything, and calmly followed his steps. The light gauze robe swings slightly between walking, fluttering like a fairy.

The god operator sat dumbfounded, stretched out his hands and said, "Can these hands still be kept?" ”

He picked up the knife from the table, closed his eyes, and slashed it down.

Merry Christmas:

I want to become a tree, a Christmas tree that exists only for you, decorate it with my sincerity and love, crape myrtle with Hunt Qi, Xiang Yang, Shui Zhihan, Yuan Ye, Cao Feng to decorate it with blessings and prayers, thank friends for watering it with red tickets and collections, thank friends for their support and encouragement to "The Evil Husbands of the County Lord", may friends be always safe and healthy, good luck every day, and wish a Merry Christmas.