"Young man, I didn't even get the money to open the door today. I'm here to tell you that we're helping you and asking for good luck. Business has been getting harder and harder recently. No one is doing this, so we have to be on guard. The city management came to arrest me. Yesterday, I finally made some money by selling it, but the city management chased me everywhere."
"How much did you sell yesterday?"
"It seemed like it only cost ten yuan yesterday."
"It seems to be twelve."
When Lao Xie, who had been staring at his pants, heard this, he realized something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head and saw Chu Ping with two dark circles under his eyes, looking straight at him, like a man. Evil ghosts who see only strangers.
Eyes facing each other.
Lao Xietou seemed to have experienced this kind of thing many times. He reacted instantly and immediately took out a roll of white cloth with the Eight Diagrams drawn on the ground, and then with his other hand pulled up the paper standing next to it with the words "divine fortune teller" The pole will slip away.
Chu Ping naturally thought that the old man in front of him would do this, and he didn't see him making any moves. He just stretched his legs before Lao Xie was about to escape.
Poor old Xie Tout fell to the ground and ate shit.
"Why are you running?"
Chu Ping squatted in front of Lao Xie's head, looking at him who had been thrown to pieces.
"Bah, bah, bah."
Lao Xie spat a few mouthfuls, as if he hadn't spit it out yet, so he ran to the stall again, took out a bottle of mineral water from the side of the pole, took a swig, and swung it around in his mouth for a long time before spitting it out. come out.
"Then what are you doing here?"
After Lao Xie rinsed away the dirt from his mouth, he looked at Chu Ping.
"Coming to find you."
Chu Ping understood Lao Xietou's reaction very well. After all, in this kind of land, he still does things like deceiving people and is always ready to run away. That is inevitable. Let's not say whether the people he deceived will come to him. People like Lao Xie Tou have been tormented for a while by those who talk about urban management.
"You've come here, why don't I run away and wait for you to come to me? I have old arms and legs, so I can't resist you. If I lie down, there is no one with 1.8 million, But I can’t get up.”
When Lao Xie saw that he couldn't run away, he simply stopped running. He dusted off the dirt on his body, and then threw the Taoist crown on his head directly onto the white cloth with the Eight Diagrams painted on the ground, looking like the ultimate rogue. With Chu Ping.
It seemed that as long as Chu Ping really made a move, he would immediately fall to the ground. If he didn't blackmail the other party into asking for leave on the spot, he would be sorry for his reputation as a magician.
"You don't sell second-hand books, why are you considered dead again?"
Chu Ping ignored Lao Xie's rogue appearance and squatted beside the stall, playing with the fortune-telling gadgets on the stall.
When Lao Xie saw that Chu Ping didn't mention the fact that he had been deceived, he also smiled. He sat on the pony and grinned at Chu Ping.
"Isn't it popular to have part-time jobs now? Hehe, fortune telling is my part-time job."
Chu Ping stared at the rather shameless old man in front of him with wide eyes, and he felt extremely admirable in his heart.
Nowadays, you really need to be motivated in any industry.
"Actually, I have other things to do here this time, huh? Why are you running away, old man? Come back, I won't ask you to pay for it."
When Lao Xietou heard that he was not asking for compensation, he sat back on the pony with a smile.
"Conditioned reflex, get used to it."
The corner of Chu Ping's mouth twitched. Now he finally understood why Lao Xie Tou ran so neatly after seeing him just now.
"Young man, why did you come to see me?"
Old Xie asked cautiously, but his body was still on high alert. As long as Chu Ping had other ideas, Old Xie would react immediately and run away with his things.
"I just want to ask you about the "Happiness Diary" you sold me yesterday, eh? Why did you run away again?"
Lao Xie sat on the pony with a smile again, looking at Chu Ping with a very embarrassed look.
"I'm really sorry, it's just a reflex."
Chu Ping was really speechless. If it weren't for the rule of law that prohibits beating, he would have slapped Lao Xietou on the face.
"You sell second-hand books. That book must have been sold to you by someone else, right? Do you know who its previous owner was?"
Old Xie Tou heard something unusual from Chu Ping's words, so he put away his playful smile.
"What's wrong? Something happened?"
Chu Ping glanced at Lao Xie. From his tone, Chu Ping always felt that the old man in front of him, the owner of a second-hand bookstall and a part-time fortune teller, must know something.
"Do you know anything about that diary?"
Lao Xie shook his head like a rattle, refusing to admit that he knew these things at all.
"It's just because you came here to ask me specifically, so I guessed randomly. Just guessed. As long as it's okay, it's okay."
Chu Ping looked at Lao Xie who was still shaking his head noncommittally, not knowing whether what he said was true.
"Then where did you get "Happiness Diary" from?"
Lao Xie still shook his head, seemingly unaware of this matter.
Chu Ping felt helpless at Lao Xie's confused look at the first question, and turned around to leave.
"Young man, do you want me to give you a hexagram?"
Chu Ping frowned and turned to look at Lao Xie Tou. He originally thought that the other party had changed his temper and wanted to tell him something about "Happiness Diary". However, when Chu Ping saw Lao Xie Tou's playful smile, he knew It's because I think too much.
Chu Ping twitched the corners of his lips, then turned around and left.
"It's better to leave it to those who are destined."
Looking at Chu Ping's retreating figure, Lao Xie's expression suddenly became tense.
"Young man, you are the destined one. I hope I can see you again in the future."
Because of the incident on the 405 bus, Chu Ping did not take the bus back, but instead reached out and stopped a taxi.
After getting in the car, Chu Ping was still thinking about "Happiness Diary". The dream he had last night was still fresh in his memory and he couldn't forget it at all.
"Do you want to see a psychiatrist?"
Chu Ping touched his obviously haggard face.
"I always feel that the old man should know something, but he doesn't say anything, which is a bit troublesome."
"Young man, you must be quite tired recently."
The taxi driver saw Chu Ping's sallow face and two big dark circles in the rearview mirror, so he was looking for something to talk about to relieve the deserted feeling in the car.
Chu Ping had been thinking about things in his mind. He just answered the driver's question casually, which was considered perfunctory.
It’s just that the driver uncle was obviously a talker. When Chu Ping started talking to him, he started talking nonstop.
