The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

In Yanyang City, a Mr. Xiangzhao suddenly appeared a few years ago.

Rumor has it that Mr. He is very accurate in divining hexagrams, one hexagram per month, which solves people's doubts.

Mr. Wang has a long history of knowledge and knows everything about the world.

The husband is even more elusive, and no one knows his whereabouts.

No. 158, Shanyue Road, Xiangzhao Bookstore. Mr. Xiangzhao will appear here every 15th day of the Lunar New Year.

But as we all know, there has never been a No. 158 on Shanyue Road. Finding No. 158 depends entirely on chance.

In fact, so far, there are some people who have met Mr. Xiangzhao by chance.

But they kept all the details of their husband's appearance secret and didn't say a word.

Therefore, everyone speculated a lot about Mr. Xiangzhao. Some people guessed that Mr. Xiangzhao was a very old man. Some people guessed that Xiangzhao could not see with both eyes...

Today, according to the time mentioned by Yanjiu, Zhang's father came to Shanyue Street.

Walking along Shanyue Street, walking inward... this street has indeed changed its appearance.

Not to mention that there are many more stores, but there is also No. 158 Xiangzhao Bookstore out of thin air.

Father Zhang held the memorial tablet of his eldest son and felt emotional that he had the chance to meet Mr. Xiangzhao.

But who could have guessed that Mr. Xiangzhao turned out to be the illegitimate son of the Bai family? This fact is really embarrassing to tell.

Today is not the day when Xiangzhao Bookstore is open for business, so Father Zhang knocked on the door latch of the bookstore very reverently.

The person who came to open the door was a little fox with fried fur. The little fox was cursing:

"Jiujiu would rather work overtime than go to the supermarket to buy chicken legs for me. I'm not happy!"

Father Zhang followed behind with an embarrassed look on his face.

Another door opened, and Father Zhang finally saw Yanjiu.

Yanjiu was wearing pajamas and a pair of slippers hanging on his feet, sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table.

He held his chin in one hand and a writing brush in the other, writing something unknown on the white paper.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang's father. Yanjiu was not very enthusiastic:

"Here we go, the tablet is on the table. You go out first. I'll call you later."

Father Zhang obeyed, put down the memorial tablet and left. The room was quiet.

Yanjiu lit what he had just written with a candle, and then he said calmly: "Come out."

At this time, a wisp of soul appeared in the tablet, it was a young man.

Although the young man has a firm brow and an upright attitude, he has a faint black aura about him.

In fact, after experiencing the profound torture, the young man only has a few strands of resentment, and he is already broad-minded.

He looked at Yanjiu, a little puzzled:

"Why help me?"

Yanjiu slowly lit the candle:

"I don't know if you still remember, but you and I are from the same school.

It was an academic assignment and no one wanted to be in a group with me, so you specifically added me.

You help me once and I'll give you a ride. "

As the candle burned, the black air from the young man's body dissipated. He was obviously very surprised:

"Just because of this little thing?"

Yanjiu said nonchalantly: "There is a lot of malice around me, but kindness is precious." So he remembered every kindness.

After looking at the candle, Yanjiu smiled at the young man and said:

"Don't dwell on the past, that's what your father should do.

Now you can go safely and smoothly.

I can only send you here to say goodbye to your father. "

The black mist dissipated from the young man's body, and he waved to Yanjiu: "Thank you, Yanjiu."

Yanjiu didn't know what the young man said to his father outside the house, but Zhang's father bowed deeply to Yanjiu when he came in again.

He also told them that when the Zhang family is needed in the future, the Zhang family will do their best.

Yanjiu had no other request, but asked Zhang's father to call the police about his son and punish the Liu family boss.

As for what happened to the youngest son of the Zhang family, that was not Yanjiu's business. He had never been too nosy.

The Zhang family or the Liu family, to put it bluntly, has something to do with the biased minds of the elders.

Yanjiu was lucky to have a father who didn't care about him at all, so he didn't have to get involved in the disputes in the Bai family.

It's just that Yan Jiu didn't know at that time that some things were really beyond his control.

Life seemed to be peaceful again, Yanjiu was living idle beside Shang Jing.

He can get a salary that is more than that of a bar, and occasionally he can get peach blossom branches to feed Erbai.

Sometimes Yanjiu even thinks, so what if Shang Jing is not a good person? If he can let himself live a lazy life like this, then Shang Jing is a good person.

But obviously, Yanjiu's estimate of Shang Jing was too high...

Bai Xingjian, the eldest son of the Bai family and Yanjiu's half-brother, celebrates his birthday next week.

Bai Xingjian behaves like his father, calm and capable, speaking and laughing informally.

He was able to drive talismans when he was only 12 years old. He is 28 years old this year and has few rivals among his peers.

Bai Xingjian began to get involved in family business and affairs when she was still a minor.

It wasn't until the past few years that his father, Bai Xiucheng, the head of the Bai family, had the intention of letting go.

Bai Xiucheng wanted to hand over the family affairs to his two children: Bai Xingjian and his sister Bai Xingyuan.

Therefore, Bai Xingjian's birthday is particularly grand this time.

All the famous people in Yanyang City were invited, but of course Yanjiu was not there.

At that time, Yanjiu was cleaning Shang Jing's bookshelf while lazily scrolling through his cell phone.

Because he was too involved in fishing, his hand accidentally glanced at a bottle of hydroponic pothos on top of the bookshelf.

The glass bottle hit Yanjiu's head and hit it. The glass broke and Yanjiu's forehead cracked.

The blood flowed from the brow to the end of the eye, spreading into tears.

When Shang Jing came in after hearing the sound, he saw Yanjiu falling softly down the bookshelf, and the bloody tears in the corners of Yanjiu's eyes were too enchanting to look at.