Chapter 95

The old man was uneasy and didn't have the heart to continue to set up the stall. He packed his things and left, but as soon as he got to the intersection, he saw a motorcycle flying in the opposite direction.

Just hit him to fly

"No, it's a car accident. It killed people." We don't know who is shouting in the market. The masses are all there.

Chuntao and Huasheng just went out. They glanced at the old man on the ground. Their faces were bloody.

"Miss, what you said is all right." Chuntao whispered in Huasheng's ear.

Hua Sheng was calm and said, "it's fate. He doesn't have so much money in his life. He's doomed to be poor. If he can live a little hard life, he'll be safe. But he just started a business of cheating people, so he won't complain about others."

Hua Sheng wandered around empty handed and came back. He also saw a car accident, so he didn't want to buy it.

After getting on the car, Chuntao is going to spring for ten li.

Hua Sheng looks out of the window quietly.

She had a kind of ability since she was young, and even her grandmother didn't know.

It's divination. You don't even need to have eight characters of birth. You just need to have a look at this person or draw a lot of autographs to predict the misfortunes and blessings of every day.

She has a bamboo stick. It's invisible and can't be seen by others.

Only Hua Sheng could see it. When she was ten years old, she went to Wutai Mountain to worship Buddha with her grandmother. She came across a Taoist priest who gave it to her.

At that time, she didn't understand. Later, she understood that this thing could be used for divination.

This is the seventy ninth hexagram that the old man just drew.

The old man can't see a word, nor can Chuntao, but Huasheng can.

It's written clearly above - four lines of poetry

this life is not full of blessings, it's a life of loneliness and tears, it's a dream of prosperity, be careful to die in the yellow spring.

At that time, Hua Sheng also concluded that this man was doomed to have no great wealth, and he could not enjoy it in his life.

So today's 92, 000 is the most he's cheated in the past few months.

Can not wait to go out of the market, was hit by the motorcycle flying.

You don't have to ask, but you probably can't live.

Hua Sheng used to be on Zhong Cuishan and seldom divines.

She is more cautious. After all, this thing belongs to superstition and is afraid of falling into the tongue of the people.

Later, only three days before grandma died, I divined good and bad luck once, and it turned out to be a bad omen.

There are psychological preparations. Grandma's time has come

Now I have some connections with the old man. I divined such a divination.

These, spring peach and ginkgo all know so little, but don't know that the young lady is so fierce.

In the evening, back to the spring breeze of ten li, Hua Sheng read the meeting book and was thirsty. He was ready to go downstairs and pour some water.

Chuntao is busy cleaning up. Gingko is stewed in the kitchen.

When the river comes back, I only watch Huasheng drinking flower and fruit tea in the living room.

He took off his coat. "Ah Sheng, are you still asleep?"

"No."

"Are you out today? It seems that you have specially made your hair. " He raised his head and looked at her affectionately.

"Ah, I went out to have tea with my fourth sister."

"Call me for tea next time. I like it, too." He laughed, but also deliberately teased her.

She ignored and went on reading.

The river cheekily approached her.

Then Hua Sheng smelt the wine, which was very pungent.

"Did you drink?" She frowned.

"Well, have a drink with the customer." He replied truthfully.

Hua Sheng doesn't like the taste of wine, so he gets up a little disgusted

But just a few steps away, he was shouted by the river.

"A Sheng."

She turned around and saw the man following.

The momentum is so overwhelming that Hua Sheng subconsciously leans against the wall behind him.

The river, leaning on the wall with one hand, blocked her way.

So this is Was it hit by the wall?