The fortune teller shouldn't be her, right?

She can't get along with Yu Shen Bazi.

Besides, she didn't have any thoughts about him.

Mo Xian sank his breath, and then seriously swept around, and paid close attention to the scenery of the courtyard outside the window.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there are no begonia trees.

She likes the begonias that bloom in May, but fortunately there are no ones in the garden. That means it's just a coincidence, and it's impossible for fortune tellers to be so accurate.

It was so bad that her cold hair stood on end.

"Ma'am?"

"Ma'am?"

Aunt Tang shouted to her twice, and Mo Xian came back to her senses. Aunt Tang: "Madam, I'll take you upstairs." ”

The corridor on the second floor is long.

The orange-yellow light sprinkled on the ground, and Mo Xian walked and looked at the oil paintings hanging on the walls.

The number of oil paintings is not much, only five. The first four paintings are all the same person, a young girl.

In spring, a girl standing on the street of the capital looking at the petals of begonias.

In the summer, a girl jumping in the air is playing beach volleyball.

In autumn, a girl holding a glass window in the underwater world and a piece of candy in her hand.

In winter, a young girl standing on the street of Broadway in New York, touching the snowflakes with her feet on her feet.

It's all backs.

The artistic conception is excellent, all year round, the same girl. Just looking at the back, it seems that you can think of the sweet smile on the girl's delicate face.

The fifth one is a bit stranger, with only one frame and empty contents. "Aunt Tang, why is there a picture frame hanging here?"

Aunt Tang looked in the direction she pointed, "The oil paintings on the corridor are all painted by Mr., basically one a year." This year's one was painted this morning, and the monsoon sent it for coating, and it will probably be sent back in the evening for framing. ”

Mo Xian nodded.

It turned out to be painted by Yu Shen, and I have to say that his painting is really good, even the back is painted with charm. In comparison, the masterpieces she has seen have sold for tens of millions of high works, which are far less popular than the paintings of Yu Shen.

Mo Xian glanced at it a few more times, "Aunt Tang, did Mr. Yu have a sweetheart before?" ”

Looking at this painting, it is very similar to painting the white moonlight in his heart, and the cinnabar mole that cannot be erased.

"Why! The first twenty years of my husband were with Mr. Yu. Others are still in elementary school at the age of ten, and he can already plan plans to do business. In the past five years in the capital, Mr. has been recuperating and has no time to fall in love. ”

According to Mr. Mu, he was seriously injured five years ago and is now in poor health. The main reason for coming to live in the capital is to maintain the body, throughout the twenty-five years of my husband, he did not even touch women before you. ”

Seriously injured and in poor health?

Mo Xian asked more, "What is probably wrong?" My mother is also not in good health, so when I hear about someone who is not in good health, I will subconsciously ask a few questions. ”

"Weak body." Aunt Tang sighed a few times, "There are a few times when I fall asleep at night and can't wake up, and I go to the emergency room twice." The mental aspect is also a little fragile, especially when the husband remembers something or is stimulated by something, he needs to take medicine. ”

Sick, sick seedlings?

If he doesn't get sick, wouldn't he have to create a business country by himself?

I have to admit that talent does matter. Otherwise, what Edison said, genius is 99 percent perspiration and 1 percent inspiration, but that 1 percent inspiration is the most important.