The Tsundere System Chasing Wife

"Girl, running away from home without money is not a good habit."

System, you have the nerve to say this... Didn't you see the expression Zhang Yongzhen gave her? Anger, resentment, unwillingness, this is because his daughter didn't grow up to be the one he wanted, he is disappointed... If he knew that his daughter disappeared, would he be sad... I think he would, Zhang Yongzhen felt sorry for his daughter, he just didn't know how to deal with it now, he was overwhelmed by anger. Wait for him to calm down, I will first understand the situation of this world. By the way, system, what is the mission of this world?

《To be determined.》

Is it okay to leave it pending? I have never encountered a pending task before. Are you setting me up again?

"Won't."

"..." The more this happened, the more I felt a chill on my back.

Forget it, why think so much, just make money first. Qingling tidied her hair, found a store and bought some paper, a brush, and ink. She found an empty space and lay on the ground to write.

A skilled fortune teller, with affordable prices and no cheating.

People passing by stood there for a long time looking at the words written by Qingling. The handwriting was dignified and fluent, the strokes were graceful, and the combination of rigidity and flexibility was very beautiful.

"The girl's handwriting is very good." A middle-aged man praised.

"Thank you for the compliment." Qingling has been practicing calligraphy for many years. Her previous handwriting had a feeling of chaos. It was only after being ridiculed by Lin Mo that she began to practice calligraphy diligently.

"Why don't you sell me a few pieces of calligraphy? I'll give you a price." The middle-aged man made a two gesture.

"Twenty?" Qing Ling said to the middle-aged man.

The man shook his head and looked at the slightly plump girl. He thought she was very cute and gave people a very friendly feeling. He quickly said.

"two hundred."

"Okay, write whatever you want." Qingling looked up at the middle-aged man, thinking that she could write anything the God of Wealth asked her to write. Two hundred yuan per ticket would secure dinner for tonight.

"The spring water is greener than the sky. I sleep on the painted boat listening to the rain." (Tang Dynasty, Wei Zhuang, Bodhisattva Man.) The man asked Qingling to write 5 poems, all about spring rain, and this is just one of them.

Qing Ling picked up her pen and began to write on the white paper. Passers-by went from a few scattered people watching to a large crowd that surrounded Qing Ling. Some people couldn't help but praise her while watching.

"This is really good handwriting. How long has my sister been learning it?"

"Ten years." Qing Ling replied.

"I can't tell that you have been learning for so long. You have been practicing since you were young. You are amazing." The girl is a little fat and looks a little stupid, but her handwriting is really beautiful. I don't know what happened to her that she has to sell calligraphy in this place. She looks a little pitiful.

"Thank you."

"When you finish writing for that gentleman, please write one for me too. Now I am a returnee from the rivers and seas, and in the future I will be a man thousands of miles away in the sky." (Gao Shi. Farewell to Li Lian of Guiyang) I also support this little girl, and it would definitely look good to hang the calligraphy in the living room.

"Okay, just wait a moment."

No one spoke after that, they all watched Qingling write quietly. The words under her pen were vivid, elegant and profound, and every word seemed full of life.

Qingling quickly handed the five lines of poetry to the middle-aged man, and sent him a line that she liked, "The rain from the apricot blossoms wets my clothes, and the wind from the willow trees blows on my face without making me feel cold." (Song Dynasty. Zhinan. Quatrain)

The middle-aged man took it and quickly expressed his gratitude. He told Qingling that his name was Li Yunfeng and that he lived in the house at the end of the street. If she had any difficulties, she could ask him for help.

"Thank you." Qingling said.

"You're welcome. Everyone gets into trouble when they go out. But you have to be alert too. Not everyone is safe. Got it?"

Qingling looked at Li Yunfeng and expressed her gratitude to him again. There are always more good people than bad people in this world. After a while, Qingling also handed another poem to the young man who came later. He made 1300 yuan in one go. The young man also gave Qingling 100 yuan more and said that Qingling would never give him more. He also told Qingling to pay attention to safety and to find him if there was anything. He was a policeman named Chen Jue.

The people who had been surrounding Qing Ling at first had also dispersed. At this time, there was a young man who stood straight. The light of the setting sun shone on his handsome face. He was wearing a set of sports casual clothes and a baseball cap on his head. There were some beads of sweat on his snow-white skin. I don't know how long he has been standing here. He looked at Qing Ling and spoke.

"Fatty, it's not good to cheat people. Hurry up and leave, otherwise those people will find out that they have been cheated and will cause trouble for you."

The word "fat" was just a statement of fact, and he didn't mean to slander her. He might have misunderstood something.

Qingling was not angry either. She saw a dark aura between the young man's brows and thought that he might encounter bad luck today, so she reminded him carefully.

"You have bad luck today, especially at night. Don't go out late at night. It's easy to get into trouble."

The young man pushed down the brim of his hat, turned around and left without looking at Qing Ling. It seemed as if he was saying, I kindly reminded you not to cheat, but you cursed me.

Qing Ling waved her hand. If you don't want to believe it, then forget it. After all, it is your own destiny. If it is a blessing, it is a disaster. If it is a disaster, it is inevitable. It all depends on your luck.

There was no one for the next two hours. After an unknown amount of time, a fat middle-aged man passed by Qingling's stall. There was dense black fog floating around his shoulders and head. I'm afraid something bad will happen in the next few days.

"Hey, sir, would you like to buy a talisman? It's very effective." Qingling said to the man.

The fat middle-aged man stopped and looked at Qingling with a look of contempt.

"You know nothing, little kid. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll call the police to arrest you. You're a bad boy who's swindling people." The man cursed and prepared to leave.

Qingling counted with her fingers and said softly.

"The third child of the Huang family, there is a daughter in the family, but unfortunately his wife died early. You still have three elderly people in your family, two of whom are your wife's. Do you think this is right?"

The fat man quickly fell back, walked in front of Qingling, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"How do you know these things?"

"Yes, do you want the amulet now?" Qingling looked at the fat man.

"It's amazing that you even know this. How much is one talisman?"

"50, remember what I said, don't go out this morning unless it's necessary. You haven't had any luck lately, got it?"

After Qing Ling finished speaking, she reached into her pocket and took out the talisman she had written during training and handed it to the man.

"Thank you. I will keep your words in mind." The man took the talisman and put it carefully into his pocket. He had a good memory. He had never seen Qingling nearby, but she could accurately describe what happened in his family. This made him believe what Qingling said. No matter what she said, he would not go out tonight.