At six o'clock in the morning, the mobile phone rang in his head on time, and the ecstatic voice knocked on Ren Tianxiang's eardrums over and over again, waking him up from his sleep.

As in the morning every day, Ren Tianxiang blurred his eyes, pressed the alarm on his mobile phone, and then sat up from the bed slowly.

It seemed that the sound of the alarm clock disappeared, and the voice of Xing Lingluo came from outside the room: "Tianxiang, are you already up?"

"Get up. Ren Tianxiang replied slowly, and then rubbed his hair.

"When we get up, we get dressed quickly, we don't have much time. ”

"Got it. Ren Tianxiang replied subconsciously, and then reached out to the bedside table on the side, touching the clothes that Xing Lingluo had put there for him last night.

Because it's summer, the outfit he's going to wear today is very simple, a white short-sleeved T-shirt with a pair of lighter jeans underneath - for him, that's what he usually wears.

Walking out of the room, I saw Xinglingluo placing an omelette on the dining room table. When the latter saw Ren Tianxiang coming out of the room, he immediately pouted and said, "Hurry up and wash up, breakfast will be cold later." ”

Nodding, Ren Tianxiang turned around and walked into the bathroom deep in the corridor and began to wash up in the morning.

All this seems to be so natural, everything is like usual, except that today Xinglingluo can accompany Ren Tianxiang without going to work in the company.

After washing up, Ren Tianxiang immediately enjoyed the breakfast carefully prepared by Xing Lingluo. It's different from usual, because there will be a signing session that lasts three or four hours today, considering that Ren Tianxiang may not be able to eat lunch on time, so the breakfast prepared by Xinglingluo for Ren Tianxiang is very rich.

After eating a fried egg, two sandwiches, and a glass of milk slowly, Ren Tianxiang snatched the job of washing dishes from Xinglingluo's hand, and then asked Xinglingluo to clean up.

When Ren Tianxiang finished washing the dishes, Xing Lingluo was almost finished cleaning up, and the two of them could go out directly - the grasp of time has always been something Ren Tianxiang is proud of.

They didn't choose to drive except for their homes, because their cars are restricted today, and the traffic situation in Tianfu City is worrying, so they usually choose to take the subway to travel, and there is a subway station on the street outside their house.

The bookstore where the signing was held was also in the Second Ring Road of Tianfu City, but it was in another urban area of the Second Ring Road of Tianfu City, and Ren Tianxiang and Xing Lingluo needed to walk for half an hour to reach their destination even if they got off at the nearest subway station to the bookstore.

However, Ren Tianxiang and Xing Lingluo have no objection to this, since they got a job after graduating from college, the two of them have had less and less time to go shopping together, and it is good to take this opportunity to hang out for a while.

In addition to the subway station, the two of them slowly swayed in the direction of the bookstore, while looking at the shops on both sides of the street, and Xinglingluo had to go in from time to time to take a look.

They came out not late, even after taking the subway, it was only half past eight o'clock, and there was still an hour and a half before the signing meeting began at ten o'clock, and they had plenty of time to pass, so Ren Tianxiang did not have the interest to stop the star spirit falling.

Walking on the street, Ren Tianxiang and Xing Lingluo held hands, although they didn't say anything, they were full of interest to each other, as if they had regained the feeling that the two of them went out on a date and shopping in college.

It's just that in a blink of an eye, they have all graduated, and both families have recognized their relationship, seeing that they are about to enter the palace of marriage, Ren Tianxiang is still a little excited when he thinks about it.

Out of a street, Ren Tianxiang and Xing Lingluo walked onto a bridge. The bridge spans the largest river in Tianfu City, and the distance between the two banks is hundreds of meters, and they walk slowly, just walking for three or four minutes.

Ren Tianxiang has not been to such a far place for a long time, some time ago in order to prepare for this finished thing, he has not been out of the community where their apartment is located for a month, and now after coming out, looking at the scenery outside the bridge, he still sighed for a while.

Seeing Ren Tianxiang squinting his eyes and feeling the breeze, Xing Lingluo smiled and asked, "Tianxiang, now that you're done, what are you going to do next?"

In fact, this issue was also discussed with Ren Tianxiang before Xing Lingluo. Writing was not Ren Tianxiang's major in college, but because he was a little successful in this area, he chose full-time writer as his career after graduation.

However, now that Ren Tianxiang's book is over, if he doesn't find something to do, he will have no source of income.

When Xing Lingluo mentioned this matter before, Ren Tianxiang said that he would wait until he finished writing this book, thinking that Xing Lingluo should have been thinking about this matter all along, so now he took advantage of Ren Tianxiang's leisure and asked.

"What happened after that. Ren Tianxiang raised his eyebrows, eliminated the unrealistic thoughts of "going to slay the dragon" or "going to find the dragon club" in his mind, and then said seriously, "Let's rest for a while, it may be a month, or it may be half a year." Anyway, after that, I will continue to open a book, test the water first, and if the response is good, I should continue to write. If the response is not good...... Then I'll go find a job and write while working. ”

"Are you going to open a new book again?" For Ren Tianxiang's hobby, Xing Lingluo unconditionally supported, hearing that Ren Tianxiang was preparing to open a new book, Xing Lingluo was a little skeptical, "You just finished writing one...... What, there's a new idea?"

"Of course...... It's been around for a long time. Ren Tianxiang smiled and said, "Wasn't Chen Xin recruited by Ren Tianxue in the end? There are a lot of things that can be written, mainly depending on whether my writing has declined at that time, and whether fans like what I write. ”

Although he said this, in fact, Ren Tianxiang was also a little uneasy in his heart, after all, the world is changing with each passing day, and Ren Tianxiang can't guarantee that what he writes can always follow the tide of the times.

"It's good to have two hands to prepare. Xing Lingluo smiled, and then grabbed Ren Tianxiang's arm, and was very close to Ren Tianxiang.

"This little friend, please stay. ”

Just when Ren Tianxiang and Xing Lingluo were intimate, an old voice sounded behind them.

Ren Tianxiang and Xinglingluo stopped and found that an old man squatting by the bridge stopped them. In order to confirm that the old man was indeed calling them, Ren Tianxiang also looked left and right, and found that he was indeed calling them.

The old man sat on a small bench he had brought, wearing a yellow robe embroidered with a Tai Chi pattern, and in front of him was a small worn book and a tube filled with bamboo sticks.

Looking at the appearance of this old man, if Ren Tianxiang did not guess wrong, this old man should be a fortune teller.

Fortune teller, this profession with a very modern atmosphere has not appeared in front of Ren Tianxiang for many years. In previous years, because of the renovation of the streets, those who had set up stalls on it were driven back, while the famous fortune tellers had a fixed place and there was no shortage of customers.

There are really not many fortune tellers like this who blatantly set up stalls on the bridge now.

However, although Ren Tianxiang writes fantasy by himself, he doesn't believe in these things, he is a glorious materialist, and he never believes in the doctrine of the destiny of ghosts and gods.

"Are you calling us?" Ren Tianxiang asked, pointing to his nose as he turned to the fortune teller.

"Yes, yes, it is calling you. The fortune teller laughed, the wrinkles on his face all folded, "But it's accurate to call you, this young man." ”

"Call me?" Although Ren Tianxiang didn't believe this, he was also interested in this fortune teller, wanting to see what tricks this old man had.

"Yes. The fortune teller nodded, then raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger, pointed to the sky, and said, "Today, I feel something, and I have calculated that the turning point of my life will appear on this bridge, so I deliberately waited for someone to pass by on the bridge." Xiaoyou, if Lao Dao is not mistaken, you should be born in November and belong to the dragon, right?"

Ren Tianxiang raised his eyebrows and did not immediately answer the fortune teller's question. In fact, the question of physiognomy can be roughly guessed according to his appearance and age, but it is not so easy to think about the things of his birthday month.

But to Ren Tianxiang's surprise, the fortune teller said their birthday month so naturally, as if he was sure - the key is that he was right.

Seeing that Ren Tianxiang didn't speak with a straight face, the fortune teller smiled and continued: "It seems that I am right, Xiaoyou, you are the noble person of my life." ”

"The noble man of fate?" Ren Tianxiang laughed out loud at the words of this fortune teller, and his tone was a little teasing, "Then old man, what do you need me to do as a nobleman?"

"Well, let's not talk about that. The fortune teller waved his hand again and again, then pinched his long white beard, and said, "If I am not wrong, Xiaoyou, you think that you do not belong to this era...... Right?"

Hearing the fortune teller's words, Ren Tianxiang immediately frowned. He didn't tell anyone about that dream, how could anyone know that he still had doubts about that dream until now? This old fortune teller is definitely not a simple person.

Seeing that Ren Tianxiang still didn't speak, the fortune teller sighed and said, "But Xiaoyou don't have to panic, I have a way to help Xiaoyou go back." I don't want to watch Xiaoyou go deep into the quagmire, after all, ...... Hell up ahead......"

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