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After wandering around the Shishi Mountain for most of the afternoon, the beautiful scenery and the fresh and refreshing air made Shu Qingmo completely wash away the exhaustion of the past month.

Although he failed to meet a wild boar along the way, Yan Zonglang still managed to catch two pheasants, so the dinner became a barbecue.

Every weekend, the resort is overcrowded.Most of them are people from nearby urban areas, who come to Shishi Mountain for two days and one night.

On Saturday night, the staff will organize a bonfire show at the gate of the resort, and many guests will come to join in the fun.

However, Shu Qingmo and Yan Zonglang did not participate. The cabin they stayed in was located in the innermost part of the resort, and it was also the place with the highest altitude and the widest view in the whole area.

They only need to sit at the door of the cabin, and they can enjoy the quiet environment while overlooking the lively scene below.

After having dinner by the cabin, the service staff removed a series of items such as the dining table and the barbecue grill. Secretary Chen also took the driver and bodyguards back to their respective cabins to rest. Soon there were only Get off Yan Zonglang and Shu Qingmo.

There are singers performing by the large bonfire below, surrounded by circles and circles of people.

Originally, Shu Qingmo and Yan Zonglang were quietly listening to the singer's singing, but Shu Qingmo sneezed and broke the peaceful atmosphere.

There is a huge temperature difference between morning and evening in the mountains. Shu Qingmo hadn't noticed it when he was eating barbecue just now, but now after eating and drinking enough, he felt a little chilly.

"Is it cold?" Yan Zonglang looked down from below and asked Shu Qingmo.

"It's okay." Shu Qingmo wiped the tip of her nose with her index finger, her shoulders shrunk even tighter, and no one looked like she was okay.

"Why don't you go in?" Yan Zonglang suggested.

"It's okay, let's watch later." Shu Qingmo glanced at the time, it was only past eight o'clock, even if he returned to the cabin, he had nothing to do.

"Then wait for me."

After Yan Zonglang finished speaking, he got up and went back to his cabin. When he came out again, he had a suit jacket in his hand.

He shook off the suit jacket and put it on Shu Qingmo's body. A familiar scent of perfume came over his face. Shu Qingmo shrugged and shrunk his chin, and whispered, "Thank you."

After putting on his coat, Shu Qingmo's body became much warmer, but his right hand still felt uncomfortable.

Over the years, Shu Qingmo's right hand was like a barometer, if the palm of his hand had a dull pain one day, then the temperature would definitely cool down the next day.Especially in winter, Shu Qingmo can hardly leave the warm handbag.

In order to relieve the discomfort, he massaged his right hand with his left hand under the suit jacket, and the suit jacket also arched up and down, and made a slight rustling sound at the same time.

Yan Zonglang quickly noticed Shu Qingmo's strange behavior, he looked at his suit and asked, "Does your hand feel uncomfortable?"

That position can only be due to the movement of the hand, Shu Qingmo couldn't be vague, so he could only say: "Well... it will hurt a little when the weather is cold."

Yan Zonglang spread his palm to Shu Qingmo and said, "Give it to me."

Shu Qingmo didn't like to expose his right hand completely in front of others, so he didn't move, and declined, "No need."

Yan Zonglang frowned, and said in a deep voice that could not be refused: "Don't make me say it a second time."

Shu Qingmo stretched out his right hand slowly and placed it in Yan Zonglang's palm.

Yan Zonglang's palm was very big, and his fingers were one knuckle longer than Shu Qingmo's. The joints were distinct but not skinny.He wrapped Shu Qingmo's right hand and gently pressed it, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shu Qingmo shook his head, he only felt the warmth from the back of his hand along the skin to his fingertips, making him no longer feel cold.

Yan Zonglang just wrapped Shu Qingmo's hand with his big warm hand, and the two continued to watch the performance below.

The bonfire more than half a meter high at the feet made a crackling sound, indicating that the firewood was fully burned.Obviously the intensity of the fire remained the same as before, but Shu Qingmo always felt that the glowing fire made him feel hot all over.

He waved his hand and said to Yan Zonglang: "Mr. Yan, I'm not cold anymore."

Yan Zonglang didn't let go, he turned his head to look at Shu Qingmo and asked, "Can you read palms?"

"Palmistry?" Shu Qingmo shook her head.He knew more or less that the curved line in the palm represented the lifeline, but nothing else.

Yan Zonglang gently pushed aside Shu Qingmo's four curled fingers with his thumb, and under the light of the fire, a centipede appeared in Shu Qingmo's palm.

Shu Qingmo clenched her fist subconsciously, not wanting to show the ugly surgical scar in front of Yan Zonglang.

"Can you show me?" Yan Zonglang stopped and asked.

The tone of this sentence is very casual, Shu Qingmo believes that as long as he disagrees, Yan Zonglang will not force it.But in the end he just pursed his lips, and slowly let go of his fingers.

"Your hand shape is very good." Yan Zonglang closed Shu Qingmo's four fingers together, "There is no gap between the fingers that cannot be closed, do you know what this means?"

Of course Shu Qingmo didn't know, he guessed according to the thinking of a businessman: "Is it suitable for counting money?"

Yan Zonglang smiled and said: "No, it means that you can keep your money, and your fortune will not slip through your fingers."

At this moment, Shu Qingmo finally had a solid understanding of the term "palmistry", which was nothing but feudal superstition after all.

He didn't hold back, and raised the corners of his mouth to snicker. Yan Zonglang immediately noticed his expression, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"No." Shu Qingmo shook her head, "I just think... people who do business are superstitious."

Shu Qingmo is absolutely not superstitious, he does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, if he believed, then he would not be able to live alone in the house after his mother died.

But having said that, he didn't mean to mock Yan Zonglang, he just found that Yan Zonglang also had such a side, and found it very interesting.

"Businessmen have different types of superstitions." Yan Zonglang didn't mind what Shu Qingmo said, and said in a flat tone, "Like me, I only listen to the good ones, and don't listen to the bad ones."

Seeing that Yan Zonglang was not angry, Shu Qingmo became bolder and said, "This is self-paralysis."

"It's called psychological comfort." Yan Zonglang glanced at Shu Qingmo lightly, then continued to take Shu Qingmo's hand, "I'll take another look."

This time Yan Zonglang looked extremely carefully, and looked at every finger of Shu Qingmo, including his left hand.

Since the outdoor light was not bright enough, we could only rely on the weak light provided by the bonfire, when Yan Zonglang got close, Shu Qingmo even had the illusion that Yan Zonglang would kiss his palm.

After a long while, Yan Zonglang finally let go of Shu Qingmo's hand, looked at him with a little surprise and said, "You have ten buckets in your hands."

Shu Qingmo was puzzled: "What fight?"

Yan Zonglang explained: "If your fingerprint is spiral and can form a circle, it is called a bucket; on the contrary, if your fingerprint is streamlined, it is called a dustpan."

Shu Qingmo asked: "Does that have any meaning?"

"Nine fights and ten fights enjoy happiness." Yan Zonglang said, "The more fights, the better your life. I have nine fights in both hands, and my life is already very good. I didn't expect you to have more than me."

Shu Qingmo spread his hands, looked at his fingertips, and heard Yan Zonglang say again: "If you put it in a martial arts novel, you will call it... one in a million, with strange bones."

Shu Qingmo didn't immediately believe good things like other people did. He said disapprovingly, "Is my fate right?"

As an illegitimate child, Shu Qingmo's fate is indeed not good.But in the face of this problem, Yan Zonglang can still justify himself: "It will definitely be better in the future."

Like all superstitions, there are always plausible and irrefutable explanations.

Shu Qingmo was noncommittal, he couldn't even deal with Shu Yichen, and he didn't know what kind of fate it was.

At this time, Yan Zonglang said again: "Ten Dou has other meanings."

Shu Qingmo just listened to the story and looked at Yan Zonglang cooperatively.

"Ten people who fight will be prosperous." Yan Zonglang said, "Because the fate is strong enough, it will bring good luck to the other half."

"Wang... Husband?" Shu Qingmo was taken aback for some reason, the firm materialism in her heart began to waver for some reason.

"Yeah." Yan Zonglang's eyes flashed a bit deep in the firelight, he leaned towards Shu Qingmo, and continued slowly, "Those rich and powerful businessmen will look at each other's fate when they get married, and someone as strong as you Wangfuyun is definitely a hot item."

"Really?" Shu Qingmo didn't realize at all that the wall called materialism had completely collapsed.

"Of course. So you, it is very likely that you will have a good marriage partner." Yan Zonglang suddenly leaned into Shu Qingmo's ear, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Didn't you believe it just now? You just hope that you will prosper ?”

Shu Qingmo woke up suddenly, his cheeks blushed unnaturally, and he quickly argued: "I don't believe it!"

Yan Zonglang smiled and leaned back on the back of the chair, looking overjoyed.

Shu Qingmo's face was annoyed, he knew that Yan Zonglang was not a kind person, he was so shameless, yet Yan Zonglang still treated him kindly.

He couldn't help emphasizing: "I really don't believe it!"

Saying this is like saying that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Yan Zonglang was still laughing at the side, but Shu Qingmo suddenly became angry, he tossed his suit aside, and said sullenly, "I'm going in."

Yan Zonglang finally stopped, he grabbed Shu Qingmo's wrist, and said with a smile in his tone, "I won't tease you anymore."

Shu Qingmo twisted her wrist, pulled her hand back, and explained stubbornly: "I just wanted to cooperate with you."

It would be really embarrassing if this matter is not made clear.

"Okay, cooperate with me." Yan Zonglang followed Shu Qingmo's words, and he didn't know whether he really approved of this statement, or simply gave Shu Qingmo a step down.

Shu Qingmo fell silent, looking at the jumping bonfire with her head bowed.

Yan Zonglang couldn't bear to see him so dejected, raised his hand and rubbed his head and said, "I won't talk about superstition with you, your hands are beautiful."

Shu Qingmo said awkwardly: "...it's not pretty at all."

In fact, Shu Qingmo himself didn't know why he always had so many small emotions in front of Yan Zonglang, and even a little rebellious.

If Luo Zihang pissed him off, at most he would just ignore them and do what he should do.

But every time Yan Zonglang made him unhappy, he couldn't help getting angry and going against him in everything.

"It's really beautiful." Yan Zonglang said softly, "Whether you are beautiful or not, you can't just look at the appearance, but also look at the inside."

Shu Qingmo's hands had hideous surgical scars, no matter how good-looking their hands were, the scars would greatly detract from their perception.

But if you put aside the appearance and start from the inside, Shu Qingmo's hands are the hands of a craftsman, and not everyone can master the craftsmanship he has mastered.He was able to revive a tattered painting and turn it into a work of art, and indeed, as Yan Zonglang said, the inside of his hands was beautiful enough.

Shu Qingmo felt a little better when he heard the words. He looked away from the bonfire, looked at Yan Zonglang and said, "If I don't have this skill, wouldn't I have the opportunity to sit here with you?"

"It's good that you understand." Yan Zonglang denied without pretense, "Don't waste your talent."

If it was Shu Qingmo a while ago, he might feel a little cold when he heard such a straightforward answer, but now he has become more and more accustomed to this way of communication.

"Mr. Yan, what position do you stand in when you say this?" Shu Qingmo asked, "Is it from the position of the seniors advising the younger generations, or from the position of win-win cooperation?"

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows, and asked instead: "Which one do you want?"

Shu Qingmo thought for a while, looked at the lively crowd below from a distance, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I won't waste my talent."

"Yeah." Yan Zonglang's mouth curled up into a smile, and the corners of his eyes slightly curved, and the jumping flames reflected an expression of appreciation in his eyes.At this time, he suddenly said: "I didn't fool you just now."

"What?" Shu Qingmo asked, averting her gaze.

"Your palmistry," Yan Zonglang said, "is a real Wangfu."

Why bring this up again.

Shu Qingmo still felt ashamed, he frowned, opened his suit and said "I'm going in", this time he didn't give Yan Zonglang a chance to catch him, he got up and went back to his cabin.

Yan Zonglang looked at the back of Shu Qingmo leaving, and said with a soft smile: "The kid has such a temper."

Subtext: Children are so fun