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I thought I would just be so busy until I was numb and had no passion for life, but the peace was broken half a month ago, and the cause was a dream.

There was nothing to fuss about in a dream, but it was different for me, because I never dreamed, let alone a dream so clear that I could remember every detail of the dream when I woke up, so much so that I thought it was not like a dream, but a lost memory.

I once checked, it is said that everyone dreams, but some people don't remember, I thought I just suddenly started to remember my dreams from not remembering my dreams, so I didn't pay attention to this matter.

But for the next few days, I would have the same dream every day: I was standing outside an antique house, in front of a black door that was hidden, I pushed the door in, looked left and right, and found that the houses around me were of different styles, and the orientation was not the usual north, south, east, and west, but in all directions.

The yard is planted with all kinds of flowers and plants that cannot be named, which seem to be unpruned, but they seem to follow a certain order, and they do not seem to be cluttered, as if they have directly moved a certain superb scene in nature.

There were a number of gravel paths leading to the rooms among the flowers, and I walked along one of them as if I was being guided by some kind of guidance, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of oppression in my body, and when I was about to reach the end of the path, the door of the front room suddenly opened, and a person came out of it, and I couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but I felt that his mouth was opening and closing as if he was talking to me.

Every now and then, my dreams come to an abrupt end, and no matter how much I wake up, I can't think of anything more.

I am a very heavy person, this dream tossed me a little restless, fortunately just in time to catch up with the project in hand just ended, the company decided to give us a few days off, I took all the leave I could, so I had a two-week vacation, I think maybe it was because I was too tired, maybe it was just a dream, just relax and everything passed.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and I was already on my way home, and it had been a long time since I had gone home so early, and the setting sun was shining on me, making me feel indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

Like a child who has just entered the world, I am always curious about everything, and even the roadside stalls make me feel very familiar and want to look twice. I looked around aimlessly, and soon I got to the downstairs of my home, just cross the overpass in front of me, walk into the neighborhood next to me, take the elevator to the seventh floor, and then open the door of my house, lie on the bed, and my vacation begins.

I was a little excited to go up the overpass, and saw a group of people around the overpass, with a flag in the crowd, and a gossip was drawn on it, and a line of words was written on the left and right of the gossip: "The road is exhausted, and nothing is taken".

I couldn't help but be happy in my heart, thinking to myself what age this is, how can there still be people doing this business, there are really a lot of idlers, there are so many around, I don't know if it's childcare, or join in the fun.

I strode close to the crowd and heard a crisp shout: "Everyone, you onlookers, passers-by, I came here today to set up a stall to tell fortunes, not feudal superstition, not to deceive people to make money, I am to promote Chinese culture." Don't talk nonsense, some of you in this group have just finished arguing with someone and have been awkward, some have just come back from the hospital after seeing a patient, some are here to ask about marriage, some are here to ask about career, and some people are having strange dreams and interpreting dreams. If I'm lucky enough to guess what you're thinking, you might as well do the math. “

As soon as I heard this, my heart chuckled, I was just passing by to make soy sauce, this fortune teller is opening the river in the letter, the blind cat touches the dead mouse, or really has the ability, calculated my heart knot.

I wasn't interested in this mysterious thing, and I wanted to walk over quickly, but then I thought about it again, go to his sister's, and I won't charge money anyway, so I also got into the crowd.

I looked at the fortune teller, I couldn't help but be a little surprised, I thought that the person who did this line of work must have to be an old gentleman with a bit of fairy wind bones, but I didn't expect that the fortune teller in front of me was a young man of the same age as me, this young man had short hair, two eyes were shining, the bridge of the nose was high, and his face was full of heroism.

The fortune teller raised his eyes and looked around at the crowd, then took out a bamboo tube and put it in front of him and said: "I just said, I don't want to make money, just to promote Chinese culture, but the way of heaven is mysterious, don't say much, I only account for ten hexagrams today, there are ten bamboo sticks here, if anyone wants to calculate, take one" The young man who said the fortune teller pushed the bamboo tube forward.

I was hesitating whether to take one or not, and the bamboo tube in front of me was already swept away.

An old man with gray hair shouted, "I'll be the first to take it, I'll come first," and handed the bamboo stick in his hand to the fortune teller.

The fortune teller took the bamboo stick, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, old gentleman, there will be peach blossoms in love this year, and now it is not as good as in the past, young people are free to fall in love, and marry at will, you don't have to keep urging her, everything goes naturally, let it be." ”

When the old man heard the fortune teller say this, his face was full of surprise, and he said tremblingly: "It's strange, it's strange, it's really strange, I haven't asked yet, you can figure it out, it's really a master, you have seen it!"

I thought to myself, Damn, is it really so amazing? Could this old man be a good actor in China? I even had a picture in my mind: the young fortune teller smiled and patted the old man on the shoulder and said that he was doing a good job, and he added an extra braised egg to the boxed lunch.

While I was thinking about it, another person handed me the sign.

The fortune teller took the bamboo stick, still smiled slightly, and said: "This big brother, I will send you a word, the two tigers fight, there will be an injury, take a step back, the sea and the sky." “

The man who handed over the sign was a strong man, aged about forty years old, with a small dragon tattooed on his right arm, and his face was full of fierceness. The man stared at the young man and said to himself, "Damn, it's so evil." “

The fortune teller still smiled and said, "It's not evil, orthodox Chinese occultism." “

The strong man snorted in his nose and said, "Thank you!"

"I should thank you, thank you for not lifting my mess. The fortune-telling young man looked up at the strong man, and his eyes were so deep that it was unpredictable.

"Ashamed, ashamed," said the strong man, who got out of the crowd and disappeared.

No. 2 Chinese Good Actor? I secretly teased in my heart.

The people who took the sign handed over their signs one after another, all of them were not opened to be the fortune teller to say what they thought, the people present were all dissatisfied, and some people who did not get the sign said that they wanted to pay a high price to calculate a hexagram, but they were all rejected by the fortune teller one by one.

The fortune teller cleaned up the stall and explained to the crowd who refused to leave that he would come again tomorrow at this time and place, and that the unrelenting people would let him go.

I was no longer in the mood to ridicule, I always felt a little empty, I looked at the back of the fortune teller's young man, and I was looking forward to his return tomorrow.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or a sense, the fortune teller glanced back at me, maybe he didn't look at me at all, but I was just too careful.

After a long night, I had rare insomnia, and I didn't deliberately think about the things of the day, but I couldn't sleep until the sky was bright, and I fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long later, I woke up from that dream, and when I saw the time, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and I jumped up from my bed, washed my face, and rushed downstairs.

By the time I rushed to the overpass, there was already a crowd of people there, and although the fortune teller had not yet arrived, people had already fought over who would draw lots first.

After about half an hour, the fortune-telling young man really came as promised, and the crowd immediately flashed a path for him, and when he passed by, he quickly closed it again, for fear that others would snatch his place.

The young man was still dressed like yesterday, the difference was that today he neither set up a stall nor shouted, but directly put the bamboo tube in front of him, and the crowd immediately swarmed in, and before I could react, the sign had been snatched up.

Now the crowd was lively, some people shouted for a few more signs, some scolded and said that they were in front, and some even began to move.

"Quiet" the fortune-telling young man snorted, the voice was not loud, but it reached his ears, and the crowd was immediately silent.

The fortune teller continued: "Everything is fate, including taking a stick, and what you can't grab has your own chance, and you can't force it, you can't force it. ”

I stood in the corner of the crowd, thinking that I was waiting for the fortune teller to finish, the person was almost gone, I asked in the past, I was a dream interpretation not a fortune teller, should not be bound by his daily ten trigrams, I was a little self-deluded and comforted myself.

Finally, when the calculation was finished, the fortune teller got up and left, everyone already knew that he only accounted for ten trigrams a day, so no one came up to entangle him today.

I quickly flashed out of the crowd, ready to follow him, and waited until there were fewer people to ask him.

The young man got off the overpass, and didn't enter the crowd, but fortunately I kept staring, otherwise I really couldn't find it, I followed him, keeping a distance of more than ten meters, he walked and walked, and suddenly his footsteps flashed into an alley, I am very familiar with this place, and quickly quickened my pace to follow in.

But when I walked into the alley, there was no one, damn, would it really go to heaven and earth?

"Looking for me?" just as I was a little depressed, a soft cry suddenly came from behind me.

I turned around and saw that it was the young man who had changed his clothes at some point, and he looked like an ordinary person.

I was so startled that I didn't know what to say.

"Want to interpret dreams?" the young man still smiled.

"How do you know?" When I said this, I suddenly felt a little redundant, so many people who came to tell fortunes, all of them were told what they thought in their hearts without opening their mouths, and he should naturally know about my affairs, and I followed him, he should also know that it was so easy for him to get rid of me, why did he take the initiative to come out to see me at this moment?

"Don't be surprised, everything is arranged by the old man, he wants to see you," the young man said as he looked at me in confusion.

"Old man, who is he? arrangement?" I felt more and more inexplicable.

"Your dreams, I came to tell fortunes to draw your attention, including my current talk to you, they were all arranged by the old man," the young man explained.

I was speechless, and to say that fortune-telling had drawn my attention could have been done with extremely elaborate arrangements, but what about my dreams?

I asked suspiciously, "Even if what you say is true, why bother to tell me so much?"

"I just want to tell you that there are things in this world that you have never heard of, and if you tell you directly, I am afraid that you will not believe it at all, and when you meet the old man, he will naturally tell you", the young man said and shook his hand at me.

I only felt something hit me on my chest, and when I looked down, I saw a note stuffed in my jacket pocket, and when I took out the note, when I looked up, the person in front of me had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

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I raised my eyes and looked at the door number at the entrance of the alley, yes, it was this alley, I almost did not hesitate to make this decision, directly took a taxi to the place written on the note, the taxi directly left me at the mouth of the alley and fled, maybe the driver thought that my brain was probably a little abnormal, because I was a little confused when he tried to talk to me, after all, these things are simply clueless for me.

I walked along the alley for two or three hundred meters, the nineteenth, I took out the note in my hand and looked at it again, to confirm that it was the house in front of me, I looked at the door in front of me and hesitated, suddenly my brain was clever, I felt that my whole face was numb, the door in front of me was not the door in my dream? Every time my dream began here.

I suddenly became alert, it all seemed like a well-arranged game, but who could be so powerful that he could control my dreams? The young fortune teller was really amazing, was he? If so, what was his purpose?

I wandered at the door for a long time, and although I still had no clue, I was a very curious person, and I decided to go in and have a look, because if the fortune-telling young man wanted to do something bad to me, he would have done it earlier, and there was no need to make such a difficulty, and besides, I had already arrived at the door, and if I didn't go in, I was afraid that I would regret it.

I gently pushed the door down, and sure enough, it was hidden, I poked my head in, and shouted: Is there anyone?

No one answered, so I boldly walked in, the scene in the yard was exactly the same as in the dream, with unknown flowers and plants that no one had pruned, but it did not seem to be cluttered, if it was not a superb view that I moved in directly, then this house was already built on a strange scene.

I clearly remember the path I walked in my dream, so I walked in that direction, without the feeling of oppression in the dream, but my palms were still sweaty, because I didn't know what the result would be when I reached the end.

I panicked in my heart, a short short road, I felt like I had walked for a long time, at the end of the path was a wing, when I walked to the end, the door of the wingroom creaked open, and a person came out of the door, the person... It was the young man who told fortunes.

Before I could speak, I didn't know what to say, but the fortune teller smiled at me and said, "Come in, the old man is already waiting." It was as if I was coming.

I cautiously entered the room, where an old man who looked to be about sixty or seventy years old was lying quietly in a rocking chair with his eyes closed.

"You're coming," the old man sat up tremblingly when he saw me come in, and greeted him like an old acquaintance. Seeing this, the fortune teller quickly walked over to support the old man and said, "Is it okay to sit up?"

"Zixuan, it's okay, you go make two cups of tea," the old man commanded.

The fortune teller's young man's name was Zixuan, and after he said yes, he pushed the door out, leaving me alone embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

The old man looked at me for a moment, and then said slowly, "Child, it's strange, isn't it?"

"Yes, you're the old man?" I was still a little confused.

The old man did not answer me, but asked, "Do you believe that there are some mysterious things in this world?"

I thought to myself that the earth has existed for billions of years, the history of human civilization is only 10,000 years, and some mysterious and unsolved things are normal, so I said: "The world is so big that there are no wonders, and human beings are only a drop in the ocean compared to the entire universe, and mysterious things should naturally exist."

The old man continued, "If someone told you something that he had never heard of, that he had never seen, that he had never even thought about, would you believe it?"

The young man named Zixuan told me before that the old man had something to look for me, and he took me here with such a big setback, regardless of the strange dream, just because the old man asked me so, it must be a shocking secret that is rarely known to the world, if some people who are mouthful tell me this, I will definitely disdain it, but the person in front of me does not seem to be so simple, although sometimes knowing some secrets is not necessarily a good thing, I still replied: "It depends on who said it"

A smile appeared on the old man's face: "What if it's me?"

I thought to myself, I should listen to a story, what's the big deal? Besides, I don't feel any malice towards me, or even a little bit of affection, so I affirmed, "Believe!"

The smile on the old man's face was even better, and he asked, "Why?"

I'll be honest and say, "It's nothing, it's just feeling"

The old man laughed, and after laughing, he seemed to mutter: "Feel, good, feel good" Saying that, the old man took a sip of the tea that Zixuan had just brought in, and a mysterious story slowly unfolded in the fragrance of tea.