Song Yin in the last days

After returning to calmness inside and outside the store, the disabled handsome man suddenly said: "I can tell fortunes, and I will do a fortune-telling for you as a thank you, and you don't need to pay." Only then did everyone realize that the young man had been standing there dripping wet all the time. In front of the bandit, it seemed that he hadn't even moved half a step.

Wonderful...

Song Yin no longer hesitated, and quickly moved closer to the strange flower.In fact, it wasn't just him, all the women hiding from the rain looked at the young man. Women were born with mysterious attributes. At this time, they all completely forgot about the black wind and freezing rain outside the door.

The bandit also became interested, and asked someone to bring a towel to the handicapped brother, and watched him wipe his hair and clothes before he said, "Forget it, let's say it first, I am true, absolutely, [-]%...won't pay for it." Those who give you money will not pay a penny."

The young man nodded seriously, pulled the chair beside him and sat down.

"Are you the boss here?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

"Your father was born in the army. After leaving the army, he started his own business. Now he is a well-known giant in the pharmaceutical industry. You were rebellious when you were young. At the age of 17, your father forcibly sent you to the army. Later, you entered the military academy. For some reason, you dropped out of school after two years. Later, you fell out with your father, ran away from home, and then started your own business. Now you are not only the owner of this club, but also own several industries under your umbrella, the core of which is the catering and entertainment network..."

Wow, a legend of a wealthy family...

"What's so strange about this? Everyone knows it, okay? You call it fortune-telling?"

Everyone was listening with great interest, when suddenly a basin of cold water poured down on their heads, everyone turned their heads in dissatisfaction, and then half of the anger dissipated: Another handsome guy!

In fact, it is not accurate to say that he is handsome. This person is indeed very good, and he can even be described as "excellent", but his appearance is that kind of indisputable beauty. It is more appropriate to use a handsome man. To be honest, Song Yin is so tall I have only seen handsome men of this level on the screen.What's more, the person is not only good-looking, he is also very young, in his twenties, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and there is no trace of a crease on his skin. As soon as he appears on the stage, he immediately grabs the attention of the audience. A high-ranking look makes people unhappy.

The extremely beautiful man is very aware of the lethality of his appearance, and looks dismissive of everyone, only staring at the disabled man, but this time he encountered an extremely powerful opponent, a powerful and wonderful flower who can completely ignore his amazing beauty .

The young fortune teller seemed unable to hear his sarcasm at all, and nodded seriously: "Yes, many people know Mr. Qin's experience, and these are not calculated. Now, please stretch out your hand." The last sentence is Chong According to Qin Wei.

The beauty punched the cotton flower and stared angrily. When he saw the bandit stretching out his hand obediently, he immediately made a fuss: "No, Qin Wei, you don't even look down on Master Qi, but you will trust a charlatan ? When did you accept your fate?"

The bandit gave him a stingy look, and said indifferently: "Don't you think that since I met you, I have accepted my fate?"

The beauty choked, showing a look of aggrieved swallowing: "Brother Wei, I don't want to quarrel with you early in the morning."

"Sir, it's already afternoon."

The fortune-teller interjected orderly, and the bandit surnamed Qin Mingwei twitched the corners of his mouth again and again, but his eyes showed a very happy look. The beauty gritted her teeth, silently took a last look at him, and left a very high Cold perfect turn.

The fortune teller didn't care about this beautiful baby at all. He had just seen Qin Wei's palm prints. Everyone thought he was going to start fortune telling. Unexpectedly, he opened the briefcase in his hand, and then, amidst the stunned onlookers, , took things out of it without any haste, pens, inks, paper, inkstones, each of which was miniature, two or three sizes smaller than the normal size, and he put the things in front of Qin Wei one by one. : "Mr. Qin, please grind the ink first, and then write a word on the paper."

Song Yin understood a little bit. Although his family was a talisman maker, he was more or less dabbled in the gods and gods. He had read the miscellaneous books handed down by his ancestors, and he knew whether it was observing the palm prints or tossing the other party to grind ink and write. , there is only one purpose: to infer the person's personality, experience, family background, etc. from the other's various habits and certain small actions... To a certain extent, an excellent fortune teller must also be a very good observer and psychologists.

Looks like he can really tell fortunes!

Qin Wei was also obedient. He sharpened the ink quickly, dipped it with the tip of the pen, and wrote the character "Wei" like a ghost drawing a peach charm. He is a lazy person, and the ink was a little bit less, so he barely finished the last stroke. .

The young fortune teller stared at the word "Wei" and was speechless for a while, then he raised his head and nodded at Song Yin who was not far away: "We meet again, please come and write a word."

Song Yin was a little surprised, but he was also very obedient. He sat down at Qin Wei's table, took out the mini inkstone plate and began to grind the ink. He was much more professional than Qin Wei. The amount was just right, and he grinded it carefully and gently. There seems to be a certain rhythm between the movements.Bystanders watched him grind ink slowly, and all the agitation in his heart eased a bit, and all the sounds in the hall gradually fell silent. The word "cheng" falls on the paper, and it is done in one go, smooth and natural.

Anyone who knows a little bit of knowledge knows that it is not easy to break apart the characters, but he didn't pick this character out of intention to find fault with it. The moment he picked up the pen, he thought of exactly this character.

The fortune teller looked at his written word and sighed softly: "It's really...it's fate."

Qin Wei became impatient: "No matter what fate, you always forget it first."

The fortune teller raised his head slowly, Qin Wei and Song Yin opposite him were startled at the same time, this person had changed, just now he kept his face rigid, as if his facial nerves were broken, but at this moment, He still had a blank face, but there were clearly something more in his eyes, something that made people uncomfortable to see.

That should be sadness, right?A sadness that can resonate with onlookers? !

The young fortune teller slowly closed his eyes, and said softly: "I'm not talking about your fate, but the fate of this world. The word Wei starts with three points of water, and the field is the land we stand on, the people's livelihood, the moon is the stars, and the sun." The moon is Taoism and nature, so everything started from this icy rain, after that the fields will not become fields, the sun and the moon will be turbulent, and it is difficult to tie them... everything is definite."

The verdict was too heavy, and both Song and Qin were stunned for a moment.

After a while, Song Yin asked: "Then, what about me?"

The fortune teller opened his eyes and looked at him, his voice was still very soft and slow, but for some reason, the words he said made people feel very uncomfortable: "The worst thing is the word 'cheng'. Cheng, it is unsolvable The characters, 'Cheng' after 'Wei'...Cheng, Yu, Wei, Hou...Cheng-Yu-Wei-Hou..."

There were three "Made in Empress Wei" in a row, one was more desolate than the other, and the other was more helpless, Song Yin's heart was cold when he heard it.

Then, he let out a long sigh, and slowly said: "Being born in the empress of Wei, this is the unresolved number of days, this is a fixed number... irreversible."

Before that, he was strict, with very little emotion in both his face and tone, giving people the feeling of lack of strings, but there was a heart-pounding sense of sadness in his few words, especially when he said "Impossible!" "Reversal", the tone is not very sensational, but it makes people feel sad, and the audience is silent for a while, making Song Yin want to give himself a mouthful, why did he choose the word "cheng" if he has nothing to do!

After a while, Qin Wei came back to his senses and yelled: "Hey, hey, what do you mean? You clearly said that you were telling my fortune, but how did it become a fortune telling for this world? Could it be that my life is so valuable that the rise and fall of the world depends on it?" I'm connected?...Don't wait for such a frightening person, you!"

"It's not that the rise and fall of the world has something to do with you. It's the fate of the world that affects everyone. No one can escape this disaster, and everyone must face it. I chose you because I want to count through your eyes. In this hexagram, both of you are extraordinary people, far more sensitive than others."

The fortune teller recovered very quickly. He exhaled lightly, and returned to a serious state, as if the sadness just now was just an illusion of everyone.Then, he packed up the pens and papers, picked up the briefcase, stood up and walked towards the store door, causing everyone to frown at him: After scaring people, are you always going to leave like this? !

Song Yin hurriedly said, "Sir, it's still raining outside."

The fortune teller stopped, turned his head, and looked directly at Qin Song: "We will soon encounter great changes, the sun and the moon will not shine, and the catastrophe of extinction, it is best to make more preparations. However, Wei is a definite number, but success is impossible." Solution, no solution, can also be understood as unknown. It is unknown, that is, the ending cannot be seen through, there should be variables in it, and it may contain a glimmer of life. If this is the case, the variable should be on ourselves, how can we not compare it? You can be willing, can't you?"

Speaking of this, he took a deep look at Song Yin: "The rain will stop soon, Mr. is capable, I hope you will have kind thoughts."

Abandoning this incomprehensible paragraph, he turned around and walked towards the gate step by step, watching the disabled young man approaching, the crowd by the gate silently made way.

Watching him dragging his stumped leg towards the rainstorm in the darkness, Song Yin suddenly thought of the famous knight who was overpowering himself and wanted to make an enemy of the windmill. Curious glances at the body.

then……

"Well, isn't it just a lame liar? I don't know why. I think he is seriously ill. He should be sent to a mental hospital..."

The beauty didn't know when she left and came back again, leaning against the wall like an angry youth, successfully attracting countless angry eyes for herself.

At this time, there was another cheer like a frying pan outside.

"The rain has stopped!"

"The sun is out!"

The clerk walked into the store with a big pot full, and shouted as he walked, "Come, come, everyone, come and drink mutton soup..."

The author has something to say: Solemnly declare: Song Yin's CP is not in this chapter.