Qingcheng dyed red makeup, and Jiangnan had autumn colors again.

This year, Su Mo was alone after burying his deceased mother, and it was the cold of previous years that made Su Jingyan's body extremely weak.

Su Jingyan sat on a small boat and walked through the ancient towns......

In the river, Su Jingyan was dressed in plain clothes, and was crumpled into pieces by the water waves broken by the boat.

He didn't see that the flowing water in the river faintly reflected a hint of bronze brilliance......

In two days, it was time for him to participate in the township test (Qiuqiu), but this Ye Xiaozhou arrived in the ancient city of the township test in advance.

Waiting for the boat to land, Su Jingyan stepped onto the stone shore.

The streets are lined with pedestrians, and various hawker stalls stand on both sides of the street.

Su Jingyan seemed to wander the streets aimlessly, like a lonely soul.

"Hey, hey, hey——— sugar gourd!" A hawker shouted loudly from person to side.

Su Jingyan was dressed in plain clothes, his green face flashed with confusion, and when he heard the shout, he slowly shook his head and walked towards another street.

I didn't wait to take a few steps, but I don't know why...... Su Jingyan still turned around and went to the hawker stall selling sugar gourds, and asked elegantly:

"How do you sell sugar gourds?"

When the peddler saw someone coming, he immediately showed a look of joy, "A string of articles." ”

"Bring me two ......" Su Jingyan's expression froze, he shook his head and changed his words: "Bring me a string......

"Gotcha!" The vendor pulled out a string of sugar gourds on top of the stick and handed it to Su Jingyan's hand.

Su Jingyan paid the money and turned around and left, tasting the sugar gourd, but for some reason, bitterness rose in his mouth.

Maybe this peddler's syrup has survived...... Su Jingyan shook his head, but he was reluctant to throw away this bitter sugar gourd.

Unconsciously, Su Jingyan walked for a long time and walked to the end of the street.

There was not a single pedestrian on this street, only a fortune-telling booth was placed aside, and the fortune teller did not seem to make money, so he put the stall on this deserted street.

"Little brother, do you want to tell fortunes?" The fortune teller seemed to sense someone walking by and asked.

The fortune teller was dressed in white, with long frost-white hair scattered over his shoulders, but his eyes were wrapped in a black cloth, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Su Jingyan turned his head and saw that the fortune teller was blindfolded, presumably this was a blind man...... No wonder he was at the end of this deserted street, he couldn't see it.

Su Jingyan sighed, couldn't bear it, slowly walked to the fortune telling booth, and said to the fortune teller: "How to calculate?" ”

"One article counts one hexagram......" the fortune teller began.

Su Jingyan nodded, took out a penny from the few copper coins in his arms, put it on the table, turned around and left.

"Little brother only gives money, but doesn't he want to listen to the old way to calculate a hexagram for you?" The fortune teller listened to Su Jingyan's footsteps and left, and asked.

Su Jingyan paused and shook his head slowly, "No need... I don't believe in fate......"

"This is both business and cause and effect," the old man said slowly......

"Since Lao Dao has received a penny from the little brother, whether the little brother believes it or not, the old man still has to calculate a hexagram for the little brother......"

Su Jingyan was stunned when he heard this, sighed, and returned to the stall.

"Please bother to say the name and words of the little brother, the old way can't see it, I can only listen to the little brother's dictation......"

The fortune teller tore a piece of yellow paper, fumbled around and picked up a pen on the pen stand next to him, moistened the tip of his tongue, and waited for Su Mo to speak.

"The surname is Su Mingmo, and the word Jingyan ......" Su Jingyan looked at the fortune teller's solemn appearance and reluctantly spoke.

The fortune teller wrote the four characters of Su Mo Jingyan on the paper with a blind pen.

After finishing the words, the fortune teller hung up the pen, held up the paper and sighed: "The life of the little brother in this life... But it's a bit bitter. ”

"Oh?" Su Jingyan heard what the other party said, and then asked, "What's the explanation?" ”

"Su Yizi...... This is 'grass' at the top, and 'do' at the bottom......"

The fortune teller sighed: "There are two points on the side of 'force', and this 'force' has the meaning of 'pro-doing'." ”

"Two points are parents, but they are both under the grass......"

The fortune teller spoke: "Presumably, the little brother buried his parents with his own hands not long ago......"

Su Jingyan trembled all over, and looked at the fortune teller in a daze, but the fortune teller's eyes were wrapped in a black cloth, which made people unable to see his expression......

The fortune teller pointed to the word Jingyan again, and although he was blind, his finger pointed exactly the same.

"Look at the word 'Jingyan' again......."

"Presumably, when the little brother's parents set up the word for the little brother, it means 'to say the scene with ink'......"

"It's just that this 'scene' of ink 'words' is destined to be only blue......"

"When the ink falls on the paper, it will stain the area around the traces...... It is also destined that the people around the little brother will suffer because of the little brother, and the little brother is destined to be lonely. ”biquge.biz

"The word 'Yan' has the image of a lonely star......"

Su Jingyan suddenly felt like a dream, and looked at the fortune teller blankly. His biological parents both returned when he was a baby, and his adoptive parents were equally disgraced......

Am I really the fate of the Heavenly Evil Lone Star...... Su Jingyan's eyes were distracted, and he looked at the fortune teller and said slowly: "Sir, please continue to ......"

The fortune teller sighed, pointed to the word 'Jing' again, and slowly spoke:

"Looking at the word 'Jing' again, it is split into the upper 'say' and the lower 'Beijing'....."

"This 'said' is the meaning of words, and 'Beijing' is the imperial city. It is a 'scene', but this scene of green ink is also a 'sad painting'......"

"The little brother will 'say' a 'sad scene' above the 'imperial city', and this 'sad scene' will also be the starting point of the real misery of the little brother's life......"

"Just weird ......"

Su Jingyan looked at the fortune teller, but he didn't know if the fortune teller was really capable or nonsense, but for some reason there was a bitter meaning in his heart.

"What's weird?"

The fortune teller pointed to the word 'ink' again, trembled his hands, and said with endless mysteries:

"The word 'ink' is 'black' at the top and 'earth' at the bottom, and it is combined into 'ink'......"

"'Mo' means 'try'. And the word 'soil' is also 'township', and the two echoes are 'township test'......."

"And this 'black' is 'yin', and 'yin' means 'mourning'...... This ......"

The fortune teller looked up, obviously blind and wrapped in a black cloth, but Su Jingyan felt like he was being watched.

"The hexagram that appears with the word 'ink' is ......," the fortune teller sighed deeply......

"The little brother will die in this upcoming 'township test'......"

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