She is a fortune teller under the flyover.

Her fortune-telling booth leaned against the bridge pier, and the rotten table was covered with a yellow cloth on which were placed all kinds of pulping instruments. Her stall has good feng shui, and it belongs to the quiet in the middle of the noisy - it is very lively all around, only her stall is bleak and deserted.

To her left, a band of stunned boys. They were rock musicians, and she sang "It's my life" every night, and her ears were calloused. To her right, stood an aunt who sold grilled cold noodles, tossing up and down the soft dough wrapped in sweet and spicy sauce, and the hot smoke was billowing up, so that the cold weather could not suppress the aroma of the crazy balls that were jumping everywhere.

"Jiang is not late? Is it really you? ”

She was stunned when she heard her name called, but she still raised her head and looked at where the voice had come from.

The owner of the voice was a girl in her twenties, with long slender eyes and a pear vortex when she smiled. If Jiang Butai didn't know her true face, he would definitely praise her for her beautiful voice. However, this person is a nightmare that Jiang Butai has been afraid to avoid for decades, and in Jiang Butai's opinion, her pair of pear vortices are no different from the bottomless terrifying whirlpools above the dark sea that want to devour her completely.

"Little goddess, I heard that you were admitted to NTU, you should have graduated for two years now, and you haven't found a decent job? Got your old job? ”

The girl's name is Zhuo Feibai, and she is someone Jiang Buwan has known since she was a child.

Jiang Bu was young, and when he was young, he followed his grandfather to learn some ways to subdue demons and eliminate demons. It's just that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were no more goblins, and she had learned all her skills, so she had no chance to subdue demons and eliminate demons. What her grandfather taught her, in this era, only divination is more practical.

After graduating from high school, she was indeed admitted to NTU, but she was transferred to a major ranging from Chinese language and literature to postpartum care for sows.

She didn't like this major very much, and she didn't like related work, so after graduation, she directly set up a stall under the overpass to work as a fortune teller.

"Since I met you, an old classmate here, I can't help but take care of your business, how much money, you can show me a photo." Zhuo Feibai ran to Jiang Buwan's stall and sat down, leaned his neck forward, and slammed his face in front of Jiang Buwan's eyes.

Jiang Buwan pretended to be calm, his face was expressionless, and he only said: "Since you are an old classmate, how can I accept your money?" Just look at the photo, and don't charge money. ”

Jiang Butai raised his eyes, looked at Zhuo Feibai's face carefully, and then said leisurely: "You haven't been studying well lately, have you?" Is it difficult to write a graduate thesis? ”

Zhuo Feibai heard this, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly. It stands to reason that Jiang Buwan cut off contact with their group of 'old classmates' after graduating from high school, and she shouldn't know about her graduate school. Does this little goddess really have some ability?

"Dissertations are trivial. You've had a life-and-death catastrophe lately, so be careful. Jiang raised his eyes late, and actually said the four words 'life and death catastrophe' lightly.

Zhuo Fei's white seal hall was black, and his eyes were blue, like the soul of a ghost in front of the palace of Hades.

"What catastrophe?"

Zhuo Fei's heart tightened, and he was about to continue asking, when he was interrupted by a shout.

"The chengguan is here!" The boys in the band shouted, and then started running with the stereo. The aunt who sells baked cold noodles pushes the food cart and rushes into the flow of people regardless of it.

Jiang Butai frowned, lifted the four corners of the yellow cloth on the table, divided the fortune teller on the table by two, picked up things, and was about to run.

"Eh, you haven't told me what the catastrophe is?" Zhuo Feibai was very disturbed by Jiang Butai's words. Zhuo Feibai pulled Jiang Butai's sleeve and didn't let her escape.

"Can you wait until you get rid of the chengguan first? Alas! Never mind. Jiang Buwan frowned, and had no choice but to drag Zhuo Feibai to run together.

Passing through the noisy crowd, the violent cold wind was whirring in Jiang Buwan's ears, which was extremely harsh. Zhuo Feibai ran out of breath, this cargo has never passed the eight hundred meters since he was a child.

Today's chengguan was a little difficult, and chased them all the way to the second bridge.

The traffic on the bridge is surging, and the river under the bridge is noisy and noisy.

A black sedan drove past Jiang Buwan's side at a high speed, and the huge air pressure almost sucked the yellow cloth package in her hand away. Jiang Buwan pulled the yellow cloth package in front of him with all his might, but unexpectedly, the air pressure disappeared, and the strength in Jiang Buwan's hand was too much, and he threw the yellow cloth package towards Jiangzhong.

Jiang Buwan ran to the railing and reached out to catch the yellow cloth package, but the package brushed against her fingertips and continued to fall.

Grandpa has passed away, but there are still many magic artifacts left to her by her grandfather.

Jiang climbed the railing without being late and wanted to climb over.

"Are you crazy?" Zhuo Feibai saw Jiang Fei's appearance, as if he wanted to live and die with the yellow cloth package. Zhuo Feibai grabbed Jiang Buwan's hand and didn't let her jump.

The moonlight shines on the surface of the river, like a broken star. Jiang Bu's eyes were hazy.

She has been learning those magic weapons from her grandfather since she was a child, and because she has learned so much, no one wants to be friends with her. But when she grew up, she knew that she had been obsessed with cinnabar charms, peach wood swords, Taoist tubes, ghost cards, and Sanqing bells since she was a child..... In today's world, it is simply dirt and chaff, useless.

She was unwilling. So for decades, she was looking for that so-called 'meaning'. She always has to give an account of the wasted years before her.

But now, those things that have not had time to find are all buried in the belly of this river.

Is it time to let go of your obsession and start over?

"Squeak-" The railing is rusty. At first glance.

"Ahh Jiang Buwan gasped, and fell into the river in an instant, and even Zhuo Feibai, who grabbed her wrist, was pulled into the biting wind.

"Bang-bang-" There were two sounds of breaking water in succession.

There was silence in Jiang Fei's ears. No more talking, no more roaring traffic.

Jiang Buwan watched Zhuo Feibai who fell into the river struggle to the death, and finally broke the abyss and returned to death, while her Yin Tang was still blue and black and purple, which was in response to the catastrophe of life and death.

Jiang is not late to look at the face, and he has never missed it. It's just that she didn't expect that she was the cause of Zhuo Feibai's life and death catastrophe.

What's worse is that in the face of life and death and fate, everyone is the same helpless, Zhuo Feibai is like this, and so is she.

Jiang Buwan's head sank, and the heavy river water flowed into her eyes, nose, and mouth, sealing all her connections with this world. Her throat was bitter and painful, but for a moment, her eyes could hardly be opened. Consciousness was dissipated, and all the previous joys and anger died in this river with life and death.

It is difficult for a fortune teller to calculate his own life, just as it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself. Today, is her Yintang also as white as Zhuo Feibai, black and purple?

Darkness knows no bounds.

"Someone fell into the water! Hurry up and save people! ”

"Bang-"

The long shadow enters the water, drifting like a dream.

Jiang didn't think he was dead, but someone suddenly appeared and hugged her shoulders.

Her eyes were closed, and she couldn't see, but she could clearly feel that the man was holding her and was about to swim towards the light.

"Wake up!"

It was as if she had been rescued into a small boat, and the boat rocked with the water, and she was like a baby, falling and being reborn. But this peace and quiet did not last long. Someone raised his hand and slapped her cheek, waking her up from her stupor.

"Phew-cough-cough-" Jiang took a breath of relief, and spit out all the dirty water that was pressing on his heart.

She opened her eyes, and the light in front of her was dim, and the water was shining, overpowering the silver light of the moon.

Jiang Butai tried hard to stand up, but he was shocked by this prospect and trembled.

This is the long river, the river painting boat forty or fifty, the carved fence is built around the week, the sheep's horn lamp is hung next to it, the moon shines on the Chengjiang sky, occasionally a few gorgeous painting boats are connected with ropes, the lights are continuous, it is actually full of candles and dragons swimming in the water.

The sound of drums and pianos flickered and deafened.

The tassel curtains on both sides of the painting boat rolled open with the music, and the aroma of ambergris, baihe, and thick plum burning in the boat swept out together, with a meager smoke slowly shrouding the light on the surface of the lake.

The living water is covered with yarn, and the wind blows like a wrinkle.

In each boat, three or two cheongsam beauties walked out, with slender bones, bewitching and glamorous, or holding Xiao, or don't hug the pipa. At this moment, the music and the beauty are in harmony, the single boat is stacked, the smoke and moon are red bridges, the bead curtains on both sides of the strait are printed with water, and the bright lights are blurred, which is actually dizzying.

"How did you get here?" A man's voice came from behind her, and Jiang Bu turned his head back to his senses, just as he met the other person's dark eyes.

The man she was talking to was soaking wet, and three or two drops of residual water slid across the tip of his nose, dimly outlining his handsomeness.

The boat shook gently, and the people in front of him looked like people in a dream.

"Could it be that you're looking for me?" He asked again.

The beauty and music in the boat lingered in her ears, and all the other words seemed to be immersed in water, gurgling, so that she couldn't hear it.

The floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, and they turn into the Qingjiang River with Qu Wan. This song is actually ten paragraphs of Taoism, and the paragraphs are in the intestines.