The young spirit's face became more and more miserable: "Since my girlfriend passed away, she has been looking for a goddess, a fortune teller, a witch or a tarot card master on a certain treasure, or even a horse. In short, she kept looking for strange people and said that she wanted to communicate with me, who had passed away......"

When they heard the goddess and fortune telling, An Chen and Jiu Ge were still expressionless, and when they heard that the witch and the tarot card master even went out of the horse, the expressions of the two became subtle.

I always feel that they can do these things or find people who really know how to do them, but whether the people who advertise these things on the Internet or in reality have real skills, about 9,999 out of 10,000 people are fake.

"I'm just worried that she will do stupid things, so I haven't dared to be reincarnated, and now I can't help it when I see her constantly being cheated of money and not thinking about it." As he spoke, the young spirit looked at Jiu Ge as if asking for advice, and then grabbed the sleeve of An Chen's hand that was holding the phone.

"She's your girlfriend?" Jiu Ge looked at An Chen's other sleeve, took a deep breath, picked up his mobile phone, and took the initiative to speak.

The two big living people stood together and picked up the phone at the same time.

The scene becomes a little strange as a result.

"That's it." Sure enough, the young man pointed to a short girl standing next to the fortune teller with her hair tied up.

The girl took out a dozen thick red hundred-dollar bills and handed them to the fortune teller.

At the same time, she continued to dig into her pockets, and from a distance, it seemed as if she was asking the fortune teller if the money was enough.

"She wasn't like that before......" the young man's voice choked up.

Before his death, his girlfriend was a staunch materialist.

Not to mention tarot, even the constellations that most girls are interested in are unlikely to believe at all.

"What's her name?" Anchen asked.

"Luo Lu." The youth replied.

"How much have you been deceived?" Jiu Ge's expression became serious.

Judging from the thickness of the large amount of money given to the fortune teller, it is at least in thousands.

"I've roughly calculated, it's about 200,000. Because I am also a spirit being, I don't dare to get too close to her, and she doesn't listen to her dreams, but keeps crying that I am a liar, leaving her alone. As the young man spoke, tears of nothingness flowed from his eyes.

In other words, even if he really finds someone who has the ability, I'm afraid Luo Lu won't believe what he doesn't want to hear.

The so-called superstition is like this, we can believe in the left eye jumping wealth, and the right eye jumping disaster is fake.

Many scammers have exploited such human weaknesses and made a lot of money.

"Don't cry yet." Jiu Ge is a little bad at dealing with this kind of scene.

She suddenly felt that it was indeed necessary for Zhang Zhidong to establish a spiritual spiritual clinic.

"Call Zhang Zhi." After thinking for a while, Anchen began to dial the number.

Because Zhang Zhidong was chattering at every turn, not only the mobile phone number that Zhang knew, but also the other party's ID number, Anchen was forced to remember it very clearly.

An Chenguan's words about this matter have no credibility, and he can't tell where he got the news, it is impossible to expose his identity, and maybe he will be treated as a pervert.

Jiu Ge Guan's words, maybe three or two harsh words will directly make the other party cry.

If it were handed over to Zhang Zhi, such an honest and good-tempered policeman, it would be much easier.

As for how to convince Zhang Zhizhi of himself, Anchen also has his own theory.

……

It took a long time for the matter to be completely resolved.

It was almost dusk, and it was determined that the incident was over in the distance, and An Chen and Jiu Ge were idle.

The young man politely thanked the two of them, and then disappeared as a point of light.

Before leaving, the last words he said in Luo Lu's ear were three simple words: "Forget me." ”

After sighing for a while, Anchen took Jiu Ge to continue shopping.

It may be that he has seen too many such things, and he doesn't have any obvious feelings, but Jiu Ge looks a little sad.

When he walked into the retro alley, Jiu Ge still clung to the corners of his clothes, as if he had awakened some strange habit.

There are craftsmen selling small candy men on the side of the road.

Turning his head and buying one for Jiu Ge, Anchen took her into the snack street next door.

"Haven't you eaten it? It's very sweet, and when I was in elementary school, I used to sell it on the side of the road, but now it's rare. ”

Seeing Jiu Ge staring intently at the candy man who was drawn in the shape of a dragon, with a very novel look, An Chen chuckled.

Sugar Man is one of the intangible cultural heritages of China, which belongs to traditional handicrafts and has a history of more than 600 years.

The sugar is brownish-yellow and is made by heating sucrose and maltose. Painting candy seems to be very simple, but it requires a lot of tricks and skills, in the process of painting, it seems to have stopped, but in fact, the sugar man is made of relief-like processing, the silk is connected, the silk is continuous, the eyes are fast, and it is done in one go.

Each candy man will put a turntable in front of the stall, and the turntable is full of flowers and fruits, animals, figures, birds, etc. If you can't choose a pattern, you can solve the problem of choosing a choice by turning the dial.

"I haven't eaten it, and my family didn't buy me these things when I was a child."

Jiu Ge shook his head slightly, not knowing how to speak.

It's a shame to eat such a good-looking sugar man.

No matter where you start biting, it feels like you've split up a living thing.

This was the first time she had seen a candy man, and it was also the first time she had seen this kind of craft.

The shape of the sugar man was chosen by An Chen, so the two also watched the uncle draw the "dragon" with his own hands.

In Jiuge Primary School and even Middle School, the family has very strict requirements for her.

Basically, she will not be allowed to move alone, and all trips will be picked up by private car.

Now that she can live alone, Jiu Ge is not easy to fight for, and in order to achieve this result, she even almost broke with her family.

"Don't be reluctant to eat, you can nibble anywhere. If you like it later, you can also fold it back and buy some more. ”

Jiu Ge's appearance is really cute, and An Chen can't bear to tease her.

I haven't even eaten the little sugar man, and the family must be very strict.

If you don't take the opportunity to eat a few more times now, maybe this folk craft will be lost in the future.

Nowadays, it is very difficult to see candy painters in the streets and alleys, and in the near future, this kind of folk craft will probably become less and less.

The economic benefits are not high, and most young people are not willing to hone this skill for ten years.

Thinking of this, An Chen realized that his understanding of Jiu Ge was only on the surface.

It's been a while since they've been together, but for the first time, he's starting to find himself wanting to learn more about Jiu Ge.

"Uh-huh." Jiu Ge nodded, as if thinking about where to start biting.

"That's right." An Chen was just about to speak, but Jiu Ge on the side had already bitten off the dragon's head and began to ask him questions first.