When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

This week's stay in T City.

For the first two days, Fu Yu was still interested in watching with the two of them, but on the third day he felt bored.

In fact, the main reason is not boredom, but the feeling that the big star has been a little weird in the past two days.

Not only did he look strange in his eyes, but his hands were also very dishonest, always wanting to touch his head.

Forget it, what's outrageous is that every night when he fell asleep, he was clearly behaved, but he would always wake up in this person's arms in the morning.

Although he is dull, he is in his 20s after all, not the innocent little Taoist priest in the novel.

He naturally guessed what this situation represented.Either Ji Chen suddenly alienated his motherhood, or he just wanted to chase him.

According to his experience as a human being, the possibility of the first point is extremely slim.

Realizing this, he subconsciously faltered.

Tell me about this nice person. A few days ago, everyone treated me like a good friend. How long has it been since then? Why did the relationship with him deteriorate?

Moreover, we are all men, and the physiological phenomena in the morning cannot be controlled.

He was okay before, but in the past two days, he always felt embarrassed to bump into each other.

The old man told him that their lives were intertwined.

He has been preparing for this matter for ten years, but he has not prepared for it to happen.

He really likes Ji Chen, but he doesn't think that has anything to do with love for the time being.

Now that something like this has happened, both of them need to calm down.

The two of them have been sticking a little tight recently, perhaps because this gave each other an illusion.

Maybe everything will be better if we separate.

Thought so, but he was not idle.

I asked Tang Wenshu for a gossip map, went to the grocery store and bought a small Maza, and brought my own things.

I went under the overpass again, and resumed my old business.

He is good-looking, different from the fortune-teller with gray hair and beard that everyone usually sees.

Sitting there will attract people's attention.

Bought a popsicle from a street vendor.

Turning on the mobile phone, Fu Yu took a bite and shivered all over.

Sure enough, eating popsicles in this late autumn makes me feel refreshed all over.

While he was enjoying himself, the customer came to his door.

A little boy about seven or eight years old stood in front of his stall.

The boy was wearing a neat suit with a bow tie at the neckline, and a pair of small sunglasses on his face.

He took off the backpack that didn't match his outfit behind him.

Unzip the zipper, dig in and out, and then take out a red ticket.

The boy squatted down and patted the red ticket on the gossip map.

Then he said with the indifferent tone of a domineering president: "Fortune-telling, if it's accurate." He patted the schoolbag with his small hand, "Everything inside is yours."

Fu Yu looked him up and down, and almost laughed out of his tone of voice.

Young, not tall, not small airs.

In line with the professional ethics that the customer is God.

Fu Yu showed a harmless smile: "I don't know what the guest wants?"

"What do you think?" the little boy asked back.

Fu Yuyi clapped his hands: "Then I know a lot."

"I count destiny at the top, marriage at the bottom, and whether there is any small money in your backpack in the middle."

The boy took a step back guardedly with his schoolbag in his arms, looking at him as if he was looking at a strange uncle who stole pocket money from children.

"Then what did you figure out?"

Fu Yu pinched his fingers pretentiously, and then revealed an inscrutable face.

"I figured out that in addition to the 100 yuan you put here, you have 10 yuan and 5 cents left in your backpack."

The expression on the little boy's face changed suddenly, but he pretended to be calm again after a few seconds.

The opening was just a compliment, "I didn't expect you to be quite capable. As long as you help me this time, the money will definitely be indispensable to you."

Fu Yu pointed to the paper next to him: "Little friend, do you know how to read? At least 200 for one calculation."

The boy glanced over there, and then reached into the schoolbag with his little hand to dig and dig.

After a while, he took out two crumpled banknotes and put them in front of him.

"I only have so much cash on me. Credit first, and when you help me, you will have a check."

Fu Yu burst out laughing, this kid is really interesting.

"Little boy, hurry up and take your money and go home. I'm afraid your parents will come to me and say that I'm defrauding you."

The little boy was unhappy when he heard this, and slapped the gossip chart in front of him with his little hand.

Angrily: "What do you mean! Do you think I really can't afford 200 yuan? I just went out in a hurry and forgot to take my phone!"

Fu Yu lowered his head and checked his phone twice, "It's only 200 yuan, I can give you a discount since you're young, but what I'm afraid of is what if you want after-sales service but can't afford it."

The boy pouted, not too pleased.

"I only tell fortunes, not your after-sales service."

"That's fine." Fu Yu put away his phone, and opened his first order today as an outpouring of mercy.

"what do you wish to ask."

After closing the zipper of the backpack, the little boy stood up and put the backpack on his back again.

"I want to know where my eldest nephew is now, and I'm going to save him."

For some unknown reason, his eldest nephew suddenly lost contact yesterday.

Called his girlfriend who said he wasn't there last night.

Chen Zexuan felt something was wrong, but the family didn't pay attention to it.

After all, his eldest nephew is so big, the chance of winning is very small.

But Chen Zexuan believed in his intuition, no one else would help him, so he had to find it by himself.

There was an inexplicable sense of joy when the words "eldest nephew" came out of the little boy's mouth.

After Fu Yu collected the money, he had to do something, so he asked: "Then do you have your, um, things that my eldest nephew usually touches, let me take a look for you."

The little boy thought for a while, and then took out a pencil from his schoolbag.

"My eldest nephew often helps me with my homework, and I use this pencil to write. See if you can use it."

Fu Yu took the pencil and twirled it around on his finger.

Putting the popsicle into his mouth, he pinched the pen with one hand and stroked the pencil with the other hand, then took out a talisman and pasted it on the pencil.

Let go of your hand, and the pencil flies up and spins in the air.

After a few laps, the pen tip stopped straight again, pointing in one direction.

Chen Zexuan had never seen such a miraculous sight before, and the pair of small eyes under the sunglasses were wide open.

Look at this fortune-telling hand again, there is no magnet on it.

The little hand waved the pencil up, down, left, and right, but there was no thread entanglement, and his pencil just stopped in the air.

"It's amazing." A surprised voice came out of his mouth unconsciously.

Chen Zexuan was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that he was so inferior, he quickly closed his mouth, pursed his small mouth, and became that "cold president" again.