Infinite nonsense

In the dim room, Qiao Jing carefully checked the contents of the suitcase.

"Toothbrush, two towels...five pieces of clothes should be enough..."

Qiao Jing looked at the items in the suitcase with some worry and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Why did you forget this..."

Qiao Jing took out a photo from the closet.

The photo is of Yang Mo and Qiao Jing when they were children.

Qiao Jing stroked the photo tenderly and carefully placed it in the mezzanine of the suitcase.

The smell of blood that followed continued to linger under Qiao Jing's breath. Only then did Qiao Jing come back to his senses and turned to look at the nearly rotting corpse on the floor and frowned.

"Looks like I need to clean up before I leave."

It had been some time since Yang Mo and He Jiaqing came out of the coffee shop.

"You used to cry every day in school. I remember especially on the first day of elementary school, when the teacher called your name, you were startled and clamored to go home." He Jiaqing said with a smile.

"That happened in the past, can you not mention it?" Yang Mo said awkwardly.

"Then I went to middle school..." He Jiaqing suddenly realized and quickly stopped.

"Later I went to middle school, I was not welcomed in school because of my dad's affairs. Both teachers and classmates treated me with an indifferent attitude and alienated me. Just because of this incident, I often came back. I had a quarrel with my mother at home.”

Yang Mo sighed and stretched out his hand, and snowflakes fell on his palm.

But suddenly one night I went to the bathroom and saw my mother through the crack of the door in front of my father's photo in the room, crying and talking about the injustice and grievances she faced every day outside. I seemed to understand a little. Maybe I was the wrong person, no matter what Had my father died because of this incident, I would have lived with this attitude. Under the influence of the people around me, I subconsciously thought that my father was a selfish person, but I forgot about my father's personality. I was really an incompetent son. "

"I really want to go back to the time when my father was still there when I was a child, and a family of three could live happily..."

He Jiaqing bit her lip and moved forward to hold Yang Mo's hand.

"this is not your fault."

Yang Mo came back to his senses and turned to look at the hand holding him, and looked at He Jiaqing in surprise.

He Jiaqing lowered her head and blushed a little, and her eyes began to panic.

"He Jiaqing, your hands are so cold."

"Um…"

"It's as cold as pig's trotters, but it tastes cool."

"you…"

Yang Mo burst out laughing.

The two of them just walked out of the middle of the street and headed out of the city.

"I heard from the adults that a lot of outsiders have come to the county recently."

"Outsiders? What's so strange about this? Our county has always been a provincial tourist attraction. Is it normal for outsiders to visit us?"

Yang Mo tightened his down jacket and beat him a few times.

"My dad said that this group of people didn't seem to be ordinary tourists, but seemed to be participants in some kind of event."

"Participant?"

Yang Mo felt a little uneasy for no reason, and he could vaguely guess something.

Maybe I just guessed wrong.

Yang Mo comforted himself.

"Oh! Look, there are a lot of temples in front of you! Let's go and have a look!"

Yang Mo happened to see many onlookers right in front of him, joining in the fun and taking the opportunity to change the subject.

"Let's go! Let's go see what's fun."

As he spoke, Yang Mo took He Jiaqing's hand and walked forward quickly.

"Oh! Why are you in such a hurry?"

He Jiaqing said angrily when she saw this.

"Everyone! Don't miss it if you pass by! Mr. Zhang Xianming, a Feng Shui master from BJ, has some good news for everyone! A marriage test costs 60 yuan a time, and a horoscope fortune teller costs 70 yuan a time. Newbies can get a % discount! Those who are interested can Scan the QR code on the counter to join the WeChat public account registration! Master Zhang will leave the county for the next city soon. If you miss it, it will be a lifetime experience!"

There was a large crimson counter at the gate of the temple, and a young man who looked like a college student was casually shouting loudly with a loudspeaker in his hand. At the counter, an old man holding a chain smoker and wearing fashionable sunglasses was doing business with his lips tightly closed and grabbing the fat hand of a forty-year-old woman. This unusual scene naturally attracted many county residents to join in the fun.

"Really!? My husband is having sex with other women behind my back? Master, you can't say such nonsense!"

The aunt was obviously startled by the grinning old man with yellow teeth in front of her.

"Oh! It's true! How can I, a sixty or seventy-year-old man, tell nonsense? If you don't believe it, I can help you prove whether it is true or not."

The old man then sat back on the bamboo lounge chair and skillfully pointed the cigarette at the flame on the candle and took a puff.

"Good disciple! Get me a piece of coated paper and a pen from the cabinet."

The voice of the man shouting business at the side suddenly stopped, and he looked at the old man helplessly.

"What's wrong? You seem to have something against me."

The man suppressed his anger and took something out of the cabinet and handed it to the old man.

"Isn't that right? Young man, you have to keep your composure, otherwise it will be easy to be ruined by impulsiveness in the future."

The old man grinned and took the things.

"you……"

The young man's eyes widened and he was about to get emotional and curse, but the old man turned around and looked at the aunt with a smile.

"The sky is in chaos and the earth is in chaos. The machines follow all things and scatter in all directions, blowing in the wind."

Yang Mo and the two looked curiously at the old man in the center of the crowd. The old man quickly slid the pen on the paper and kept mumbling.

The passers-by beside him couldn't help but sigh.

"Who is this old man?"

"I don't know. He set up a stall in front of the temple a few days ago. It must be that his family can't support him so he goes to the streets to make ends meet, right?"

"so poor."

"Why don't you forget it, Master? I'll give you the money and I won't forget it. I have to buy groceries later."

The aunt was a little anxious and picked up her bag to leave the stall.

"Oh no, the city management is here!"

At this time, someone behind the crowd shouted, and the subsequent chain reaction was the panic of the vendors and the sound of the wheels of the stalls filling the streets.

"Who asked you to set up a stall here?!"

At this time, most of the stalls on the street had left the center of the street, and the only ones who remained were the old people.

"Master, you'd better leave quickly! The city management team has started patrolling!"

The aunt said anxiously.

"Sorry! I borrowed it!"

A man in uniform slowly entered the crowd and said politely.

"I'm sorry, old man, this is a square in the middle of the street. Please close the stall."

The old man seemed not to hear and continued to draw something with a water pen.

"Xiao Chen, don't be polite to such a stall next time! I've seen too many stall vendors. Hey! Old man! Don't think that by pretending to be deaf, you can get away with it and avoid arresting you!"

The bloated city manager on the side said impatiently.

The old man still didn't respond.

"Hey!? My temper..."

The urban management officer walked quickly towards the old man with wide eyes.

"Did you hear that?! Close the stall!"

"coming!"

The old man smiled.

At this moment, an inexplicable cold wind suddenly surged from the street entrance to the middle of the street. Pedestrians on both sides were laughing and talking, and they were undoubtedly startled by this strange scene, as if the sudden biting cold wind was alive. Things are ordinary.

The passers-by who gathered in a circle were screamed by the sinister wind, and the city management officer sitting on the side also sat on the ground in fright.

"Girl, it seems you don't need to buy groceries."

The old man grinned and laughed.

"What... what do you mean?"

The old man handed the coated paper to the aunt and leisurely picked up the pipe and took a puff.

"Wang Li? Master, how do you know the name of my best friend?"

The aunt looked at the name on the coated paper and said in surprise.

The old man smoked a cigarette and smiled silently.

"what do you mean….."

The aunt seemed to understand something and looked at the old man with wide eyes.

"Just as you think."

Seeing the aunt react, the old man straightened up and smiled.

"This, how is this possible? How could she..."

The aunt's hand holding the coated paper trembled a little.

"People are coming."

The old man gestured.

"Oh! There are so many people over there! How about we go take a look?"

"Haha, okay! Listen to you, listen to you."

"Finally, that fat woman went out to be with me. She must listen to me!"

The woman said coquettishly.

At this time, a man and a woman were chatting and laughing outside the crowd, and Yang Mo and other passers-by subconsciously looked back.

"What are they doing? Why are they looking at us?"

A man and a woman looked at everyone in surprise and said with some fear and guilt.

"Li Mingqi!"

The aunt suddenly became furious and walked quickly towards the two of them.

"Shu Yi? Why are you on the street too?"

The man looked at her in surprise.

"You're a bastard who eats everything!!!"

The aunt slapped the man's face with her handbag, then turned around and slapped her best friend on the face.

"Wang Li! You **** thing! How can you have the nerve to be with my husband and then turn around and laugh and chat with me every day while eating!?"

Her best friend covered her face and looked at her in surprise.

"Listen to my explanation Shu Yi, things are not what you think..."

"How can it be like that?! You've already linked arms, so why are you so quibbling?!"

The aunt was so angry that she stepped forward and pulled her best friend's hair.

"Hahahahahahahaha! I laughed so hard!"

The old man sitting on a bamboo chair nearby giggled and clapped his hands in applause.

"Have you had enough fun? It's getting late."

The young college student on the side said indifferently with his hands on his chest.

"I know, I know! What a hot-tempered guy."

The old man said with some displeasure.

"Dear viewers and friends! My husband has to go home from get off work and rest! Goodbye~"

Seeing this, everyone rushed to take out their mobile phones and scan the QR code on the counter without any care.

"Master! Give me one! I'm not going well at work recently,"

"Master, I scanned the code first! Can you test it for me first!?"

............................

For a time, the old and young people couldn't find a way out of the crowd and were being pulled around by one person's hands.

"Oops! I really have to leave! I have to catch the train at around 8 o'clock in the evening!"

"Please understand!"

Young people also began to lose their temper and became angry.

In the crowd, Yang Mo and He Jiaqing were also squeezed here and there, unable to escape.

"This is the price of joining in the fun..."

Yang Mo wailed in his heart.

"I told you, I have to rush..."

The old man pushed the crowd helplessly and accidentally saw Yang Mo with a bitter look on his face.

"Ok?"

The old man doubtfully adjusted his sunglasses to double check whether he saw it correctly.

"Wait a moment!!!"

The old man suddenly shouted, and passers-by were startled by the sudden roar and stopped pushing.

"You! Yes, it's you."

The old man pointed his finger at Yang Mo and shouted.

"I?"

Yang Mo pointed at himself in confusion and then turned to look at He Jiaqing.

"Yes, it's your young man, come here quickly."

The old man said to Yang Mo with a kind face.

"Ah...oh."

Yang Mo walked towards the old man in a daze.

The young man seemed to have some reaction and shouted.

"Congratulations to this lucky boy for being selected as the last customer of our "Hongzifang"! This consultation service is free! Please welcome everyone with applause!"

The young man applauded with a smile on his face.

"What?! This thing actually has a selection consultation activity?"

“Isn’t there this activity in the official account?”

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Suspicions and doubts kept coming.

Yang Mo turned around and looked at He Jiaqing blankly.

"come on!"

He Jiaqing smiled.

The old man saw Yang Mo coming over, clapped his hands with satisfaction and sat back on the bamboo chair.

"Please sit down, little brother."

"Ah, okay grandpa."

Yang Mo came back to his senses and sat on the chair.

"What's your name, grandpa!? I'm not much older than you." The old man pouted and said unhappy.

"What do you want to do?"

The old man asked Yang Mo.

"Uh, whatever, anything."

Was that dark wind just arranged by the old man in advance? No matter how you say it, this is too nonsense. The cheating mistress and her husband walked to the square in the middle of the street, and then happened to meet me who was telling fortunes here. This was obviously a trap!

Yang Mo's heart was in a mess. He looked back at the passers-by who were a little envious and jealous of him, then turned to look at He Jiaqing who was happily buying candied haws on the side and couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you think the surrounding environment is a little too noisy?"

"Absolutely." Yang Mo said upset.

"Then let's get a private room."

"Private room?"

Yang Mo looked at the smiling old man in confusion.

The old man flicked his sleeve and suddenly the voice in Yang Mo's ears disappeared.

This change made Yang Mo unable to react at all, and the sudden silent environment made him feel scared.

"How is this going?"

Yang Mo sat on the ground in fear and trembled.

"what happened?"

The old man looked at Yang Mo with some confusion in his eyes and then disappeared.

"This is a cover-up for my skills. What the people around me see now is what I want them to see and hear, but what happened in the "private room" is unknown to the outside world, so you can rest assured."

"Oh! The private rooms are also within the scope of free activities, so you don't have to worry about this."

The old man motioned for Yang Mo to sit back on the chair.

"You seem scared."

The old man looked up and down and said curiously.

"Who the hell are you!?"

Yang Mo looked at the old man with fear in his eyes.

"I'm just a fortune teller who sets up a stall on the roadside, but..."

The old man scratched his head and said awkwardly.

"I have stopped doing this business since the day before yesterday."

Yang Mo tried to calm down and slowly sat back on the chair.

After all, I’ve seen the smiling faces on WeChat, so I’m still afraid that I won’t be able to accept this?

Yang Mo thought about his cowardly behavior just now and cursed himself for being useless.

"Young man, I want to ask, are you wearing headphones?"

"Headphones? What's wrong with not wearing them?"

Yang Mo looked at the old man in surprise.

This old man was talking nonsense and asked me why I was wearing headphones. Not a fortune teller?

"Oh…"

The old man stared at Yang Mo's face.

"I thought young people nowadays basically wear headphones when going out, but it doesn't seem so absolute."

"What are you talking about..."

Yang Mo had already recovered and looked at the old man speechlessly.

"Since little brother can't make a choice, let me help you choose one."

The old man said as he took out a piece of pure white paper and a dark red pen from the pocket of his black clothes.

"Little brother, your name is Yang Mo, right?"

The old man lowered his head and wrote something with a pen.

"Ah, yes."

Yang Mo said absently when he suddenly realized and looked at the old man with wide eyes.

"How do you know my name?"

"You already know who I am and why are you asking me so much?" the old man asked strangely.

"Well..." Yang Mo was speechless for a moment.

Yang Mo looked around at his surroundings in boredom.

"Is this some kind of holographic projection newly developed by high-tech technology? If that's the case, then this old man will make a lot of money."

Yang Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"What an unexpected and reasonable result..."

The old man slowly put away the white paper and sighed.

"What's the calculation?"

"The horoscope of the birth date is four unlucky and four auspicious, each accounting for half. This is the first time I have seen such a stable destiny."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said curiously.

"So in the end, is it great or not?"

Yang Mo couldn't help but said.

"Awesome? I don't know what kind of awesomeness you are talking about, but in terms of fate alone, it is really amazing."

The old man put the white paper into his pocket.

"Is it over then? Can I go?"

Yang Mo stood up and looked down at the old man.

"Please."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding voices came in like a tide, and it returned to the appearance of a square in the middle of the street.

"ended?"

He Jiaqing handed the candied haws to Yang Mo and asked.

"It's just baffling." Yang Mo picked up the candied haws and took a bite.

"It's just for fun, why are you so serious?"

He Jiaqing smiled and pursed her lips.

Yang Mo looked back at the old man and the young man who started to pack up the stall and prepare to leave.

"Although it's just a trick, I feel like I really care..." Yang Mo murmured to himself.

"I didn't expect it to end so quickly. I thought it would take a long time." The young man finished packing his things and looked at the old man and said in surprise.

"I also pay attention to time. On the other hand, I also ended it early to prevent you from getting bored waiting." The old man said with a somewhat aggrieved tone.

"Huh." The young man picked up his backpack and pulled the red cabinet and walked quickly towards the street exit.

"If you really thought about me, you shouldn't have dragged me into the water at that time." The young man said in a cold tone.

"Oh, why are you mentioning this again?" the old man sighed as he trotted to catch up with the young man.

"How was the investigation?" the young man asked with some concern.

"We are the same kind."

The old man looked around carefully.

"Then why didn't you kill him during the consultation?"

"He's just a young boy, and he's not even wearing headphones. Why should I kill him? I think you're going crazy."

The old man yawned and complained.

The two of them left the city gate and walked towards the suburbs.

"Killing one more person will increase the chance of survival in the future. Once you start, there won't be so many opportunities." The young man stopped and stared at the old man's back.

"Why are you so serious?" The old man looked back at the young man with his hands behind his back.

The old man knew he couldn't hold on and sighed.

"Don't worry, although the little brother's destiny is balanced, it still cannot change his future destiny."

"What do you mean?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"You'll die anyway."

The old man lowered his eyes.

"Will leave in the most tragic way possible."

"You calculate so clearly?"

"This is what my heart tells me,"

"But you still didn't tell me why you chose him."

"I'm just doing something loyal to someone who entrusted me with it," the old man said calmly, turning his head and continuing to walk forward.

"Entrusted by others?" the young man muttered to himself.

Forget it, as long as the person dies in the end.

The young man regained his original indifference and followed the old man.

"I'm so happy today. I've never been so relaxed since the beginning of the school year." He Jiaqing stretched and took a long breath with a smile.

"Yang Mo?" He Jiaqing asked doubtfully.

How is it really possible to have technology that completely blocks sound? If people master this technology, will they still build a street in front of the temple? At that time, I felt that the possibility was too small. Although the old man was wearing sunglasses, I could feel that he had been observing me. Fortunately, no flaws were revealed. Also, why did the man next to the cabinet have a pistol on his waist? When I saw it, my eyes were caught. That look... seemed to be suppressing some kind of emotion. What kind of emotion was it? All I could think of was murderous intent. Did he want to kill me? In front of so many onlookers?

The more Yang Mo thought about it, the more he felt a strong uneasiness.

"Yang Mo?"

"what?"

Yang Mo suddenly came back to his senses and turned to look at He Jiaqing.

"what happened to you?"

He Jiaqing tightened Yang Mo's hand and said worriedly.

"It's okay, I was just in a daze."

Yang Mo smiled and touched his neck involuntarily.

"Is there something you've been hiding from me?"

He Jiaqing stopped and stared at Yang Mo closely.

"No? How can I hide anything from you?"

Yang Mo said in an unnatural tone, and his eyes began to dodge a little.

He Jiaqing was still staring at Yang Mo's face.

"lie."

Yang Mo looked embarrassed after his lie was exposed.

"I'm sorry, Jiaqing, I..."

"Can't you say yes?"

He Jiaqi stared at Yang Mo's face.

"Um...I'm sorry."

"Okay, I see."

Yang Mo looked at He Jiaqing in surprise.

"Just wait until you are willing to tell me." He Jiaqing licked the candied haws with an indifferent expression.

"I'm sorry for keeping silent to you."

Yang Mo lowered his head and blamed himself.

"It's not like you've done this once or twice. I'm almost used to it."

"Jia Qing!" Yang Mo finally couldn't help but shout loudly as he watched He Jiaqing's figure gradually receding.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, because this matter is very complicated, and I was afraid that if you were not careful..." Yang Mo seemed to be choked by something and was speechless.

"Accidentally?" He Jiaqing turned around and looked at Yang Mo with her head tilted in confusion.

Yang Mo looked at He Jiaqing's face and took a long breath, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.

"Don't worry, Jia Qing, this matter will definitely pass. Don't forget that I gave up a total of 300 million US dollars to be with you!" Yang Mo gave a thumbs up with a confident smile on his face.

He Jiaqing sighed helplessly and walked towards Yang Mo.

"I hope you can be more mature and think carefully about how to pass the high school entrance examination score and get into a good high school."

He Jiaqing approached Yang Mo, stood on her tiptoes and stuffed the candied haws into Yang Mo's mouth.

"Ah..." Yang Mo looked at He Jiaqing with a candied haws stuffed in his mouth, a little disappointed.

"You didn't think I was going to kiss you just now, did you?"

He Jiaqing looked up at Yang Mo with wide eyes.

"Ah, um..."

Yang Mo looked at He Jiaqing affectionately.

"Is this all on your mind? Can you focus on studying?" He Jiaqing kicked Yang Mo's thigh with her foot.

"what!"

Yang Mo, who was originally immersed in daydreaming, was pulled back by the pain of reality.

"What should I do with you in the end? If you do this, I will also have a headache."

Zhang Qiaojing wiped the blood stains on his face with a tissue. The man lowered his head and crawled towards the door desperately.

Zhang Qiaojing sighed and stepped over the man towards the door.

"Ah, ah ah..."

The man looked at Zhang Qiaojing's back in despair, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Qiaojing's pants tightly.

"Believe me."

Zhang Qiaojing smiled and touched the man's bloody hand.

Then there was a creaking sound, and the sunlight outside the door also poured into the house.

"What a beautiful day."

Zhang Qiaojing smiled and looked at the sunshine outside the door and the birds chirping on the trees.

"ah…."

The man slowly opened his eyes and shed tears as he looked at the scene outside the door.

"Want to go out?"

Zhang Qiaojing looked at the man's face with a smile.

The man nodded desperately.

"Go ahead, you're free."

Zhang Qiaojing looked at the man with gentle eyes.

The man watched gratefully as he climbed toward the door.

"People say that only when people are alive can they have hope and can life be valuable and meaningful."

Zhang Qiaojing returned to the dim room and smiled.

"But I don't think so."

Zhang Qiaojing pulled up the man's legs.

The man looked back at him in fear.

"I think people may not have value while they are alive, and their lives will not have much value, so why not let others use themselves and create value for others after death? So..."

"Please, please die for yourself and for our lives." Zhang Qiaojing leaned down and whispered in the man's ear.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" The man grabbed the floor in horror and tried to get out.

Zhang Qiaojing watched the man struggling with a smile.

"No!!! Help me!!!"

The man cried and screamed for help outside in a hoarse voice.

The man was slowly pulled into the dark room, and the door was closed again, as if what happened just now had never happened again.