Seventeen years later...
Although there had just been a light rain in the morning, the sunshine in the afternoon was still shining lazily. In the school dormitory, a young man stretched his body and was about to pick up his mobile phone to check the time when a call came in.
He looked at the number and clicked to answer. He said lazily: "Dad, what are you doing? I'm sleeping."
A magnetic middle-aged voice came from over there: "Son, you haven't gotten up yet, what time is it? Your birthday is coming soon, remember to go home and celebrate it with me."
The young man said helplessly: "You've said this several times. My birthday is still two months away! Okay, I'll go back then."
There was a satisfied voice on the other side of the phone: "That's right. You should always pay attention to safety! There are many people in the car..."
The young man looked very disapproving: "Okay, hang up."
His name is Wang Xiaolong, he is less than 18 years old, and he is a boarding high school student in Yihe City, Shandong Province. His home is in Yingnan County of this city, 70 kilometers away. Because it is a semi-closed system, you can only enter and exit the school for two days every half month.
There are still two months until my eighteenth birthday, which is the fifth day after the college entrance examination. His father kept urging him to come home on time and celebrate his birthday together.
His mother died of illness shortly after giving birth to him, and his father never remarried, so he raised Wang Xiaolong by himself.
His father was very strict with him because he was a member of the martial arts association and loved practicing swordsmanship. Therefore, Wang Xiaolong has been practicing under his father's supervision almost every day in spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain or shine, and has been practicing until now.
Even though he is now a boarding high school and his father cannot supervise him, Wang Xiaolong has formed a habit for more than ten years, joining the school's martial arts club and insisting on practicing swordplay alone every morning.
Most people don’t understand it and think that it is something that the elderly play just to keep themselves healthy.
Wang Xiaolong sighed, sat up straight and prepared to get up. Everyone else in the dormitory disappeared at some point, and he was the only one sleeping in.
I originally planned to hang out with my roommates after the exam. But now it seems that the plan has to be changed. It is better to go home and celebrate the birthday with my father.
Today is the half-monthly holiday. Wang Xiaolong has dressed and washed himself, and is thinking about going out for a walk.
The dormitory door was pushed open with a bang, and it turned out to be Zhou Kai, who was in the same dormitory.
He is relatively fat. He is 1.7 meters tall but weighs 190 pounds. He feels a gust of wind when he passes by others. Wang Xiaolong and Zhou Kai have a very good relationship, and they often go out together.
Zhou Kai walked in and saw Wang Xiaolong, and said with a smile: "Oh, you finally got up, I thought you were dead!"
Wang Xiaolong stepped forward and kicked him, scolding him: "You damn fat man, you don't want me to be nice to you. You're so fat and you're still alive!"
Zhou Kai smiled and hugged Wang Xiaolong's shoulders and said, "Are you okay? It's only 3:30 now. It's finally possible to get out of school. Let's go out to play?". After that, without waiting for Wang Xiaolong to say anything, he took him out.
The two left the dormitory building and met Wang Tianxiang and Liu Mingqiang who were in the same dormitory.
Zhou Kai said: "You two, brothers, why don't we go out to play together?"
The two of them had nothing to do, so they agreed, and the four of them walked outside the school together.
Wang Tianxiang is handsome in appearance, dignified in appearance, relatively low-key, and has a good personality and quality.
Liu Mingqiang, the dormitory leader, is 1.85 meters tall and upright.
The four of them walked aimlessly, not knowing where they were going. But Zhou Kai secretly guided the team to the food street, his purpose was obvious.
Wang Xiaolong quickly discovered the trick and said to Zhou Kai with disdain: "Fat man, we seem to be going to a place where foodies gather, right?"
Zhou Kai said with a smile: "Brother Wang is so smart! Food is the most important thing for the people. I can't stand eating those shabby meals at school every day. Let us brothers go to the food street to have a look. You can ask for whatever you want to eat!"
Liu Mingqiang pretended to be surprised and teased Zhou Kai: "Hey! What? Are you planning to treat a guest? Can I tell you what you want to eat?"
Zhou Kai said awkwardly: "That's... right! Just tell me what you want to eat. Leave the money and I'll ask the boss for it!"
Liu Mingqiang kicked Zhou Kai's big butt and said, "You damn fat man, go dig him to death every day!"
Zhou Kai ran while stroking his butt, still unconvinced: "If you do that, Fatty, I'll sit on your butt and kill you!"
The four of them walked along laughing and joking like this.
The food street is 300 meters long, with most restaurants and snacks on both sides, and there is a lot of traffic. Several people walked and looked at it, each looking for their favorite delicacies.
Zhou Kai didn't know when he was already holding a handful of mutton skewers, stuffing it into his fat mouth and saying, "Oh... this tastes like this." Several people couldn't help but laugh when they looked at his mouthful of oil.
Wang Tianxiang grinned and said, "Fat man, do you spend all your usual money on food?"
Zhou Kai smacked his lips and responded again and again: "If I had money, I would open a five-star hotel. I would be my own chef and be in the kitchen 24 hours a day!"
Several people each bought what they liked and ate while walking.
After walking for a long time, I was tired, so I found a place to sit under a big tree and rest. Zhou Kai was still eating, as if his stomach was a bottomless pit that could never be filled.
"Old sister, you may have had something bad happen to you recently! Let me give you some advice!" A voice floated from the other side of the tree.
I saw a blind man in his fifties telling the fortune of a middle-aged woman.
"Qianzhenkangenkunxunlidui...the God of Fortune Zhengnan...the God of Wealth Zhengxi...Old sister, tell me about the furnishings in your home. Let me give you something to ensure that you have good things recently!" the blind man spat. Splash said.
Zhou Kai made a "cut" sound, took a mouthful of mutton skewers, touched the oil on his mouth and said, "What age are we in, why are there still magicians? It seems that the law needs to take good care of those liars."
Wang Tianxiang chuckled and fooled Zhou Kai: "Fat man, go and do the math and see how much weight you can gain."
"Bah!" Zhou Kai swallowed a mouthful of mutton and said disdainfully: "If he has that ability, he doesn't think about how he can do this all his life? He doesn't think about why he can't be a big boss."
Several people laughed...
Zhou Kai was still not satisfied and said: "You believe it or not, but I don't believe it anyway! Fatty, I have lived for almost twenty years and I have never had my fortune told, why can't I still live a good life?"
While several people were talking, the middle-aged woman had already left. The blind man held two hundred-dollar bills and put them in his pocket. Humming an unknown ditty, he seemed very satisfied with the transaction.
Zhou Kai said: "Look, another person has been tricked!"
The blind man turned his head dissatisfied and said, "I have tolerated you for a long time! Little brother, I rely on my ability to make a living. If you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you have nothing. I don't steal or rob, I just sell my words and make a little money." What are you mumbling about next to me?"
Zhou Kai said reluctantly: "Okay, you are a good talker, right? What age are you in, and you are still doing these things! Fatty, I just don't believe it, what are you doing? Do you want to try it?"
The blind man shook his head and said helplessly: "Hey! The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, everything is visible to the saints. I have been wandering in the world and have seen too many sad things in the Spring and Autumn Period. Wherever there is injustice, I am there. Wherever there is loss, I will come. Give me some pointers."
The mutton that Zhou Kai just stuffed into his mouth almost spurted out. As he swallowed it, he said, "You talk like a hero. If you have the ability, do the math now. Brother Wang, let him do the math."
Wang Xiaolong waved his hand and said, "I don't count. If you want to count, you can count."
Zhou Kai said dissatisfied: "I already told you that I don't believe in this stuff. You practice sword fighting every day, which is considered a martial arts style. Let him calculate it. If the calculation is not accurate, let's see what he does."
Wang Tianxiang and Liu Mingqiang also nodded and encouraged them.
Wang Xiaolong walked over helplessly and said, "Okay, let's forget it."
The blind man straightened his body, touched the mustache on his lips, and asked, "What does this little brother want to do?"
Zhou Kai interjected from the side: "Even if you count him in the future, he has practiced after all. Let's see if he can become a hero in the future?" After Zhou Kai finished speaking, he laughed to himself.
The blind man shook his head and said helplessly: "Young man...hey! Okay."
Wang Xiaolong stretched out his hand, and the blind man took it and groped slowly. After a moment, the blind man said: "This young man is very capable at a young age. The palms are powerful and have clear lines. He has practiced swords, guns, sticks, and swords for at least ten years." Years and above. The machete is played with the arm. The stabbing gun is played with the wrist. The swinging stick is played with the body. The flying sword is played with the hand. What I should be playing with is the sword."
Wang Xiaolong was stunned and said hurriedly: "Yes, I have practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years."
Zhou Kai snorted and said unconvinced: "He has been practicing for more than ten years, and his hands must be different from ours."
The blind man ignored Zhou Kai. He continued to touch Wang Xiaolong's hand with his right hand and calculated with his left hand.
After a while, he said solemnly: "This little brother, your right origin line was broken at the beginning. It should be because your mother died early, right? This numerology line is unorganized and messy. Your life will be... It is full of thorns, which means that your life will not be smooth."
Wang Xiaolong sat there and was stunned for a long time. He recovered and asked hurriedly: "My mother did get sick and died very early! What do you mean by the unfavorable life you said? Isn't her life long?"
Zhou Kai also stopped eating and drinking at this time and looked at the blind man seriously. He didn't expect that he could calculate so accurately. Wang Tianxiang and Liu Mingqiang also looked at the blind man in surprise.
The blind man said: "It's not that your life won't be long, but that your life will not be smooth. You will always walk on the edge of the knife's edge. As for what will happen in the end, I really can't tell because of my lack of knowledge."
Wang Xiaolong and others sat there in a daze, not knowing what to say, or whether the blind man's calculations were accurate, but at least the mother's matter was correct.
The blind man said again: "I will show you your face later."
Wang Xiaolong nodded, and the other three people also moved closer.
Zhou Kai was suddenly startled and said in confusion: "Look at your face? Aren't you... blind? Aren't you... blind?"
The others were also stunned and looked at the blind man.
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