Upon hearing this, Yu Qiuchi considered leaving, as the place looked rather eerie and unsafe!

Just as Yu Qiuchi was about to take a step away, she saw the old man stop what he was doing, straighten up, and say to Yu Qiuchi, "The snow will get heavier soon, have a bowl of hot food before you go, warm yourself up."

The old man stood very straight. His left eye was somewhat vacant, but his right eye was very clear for his age. Out of politeness, Yu Qiuchi quickly looked away and stopped scrutinizing him.

Without waiting for Yu Qiuchi's reply, the old man limped into the house.

Is he disabled? Yu Qiuchi was filled with doubt.

He didn't know why, but he followed them inside.

The small temple, which looks dilapidated from the outside, is actually not as bad as one might imagine; everything is neatly arranged by the old man.

It feels very lived-in here, with lush green plants! It's clear that the elderly person cleans it regularly and loves life.

"There's only some millet porridge and pickled vegetables here. Just make do with that for lunch." The old man could tell at a glance that Yu Qiuchi hadn't eaten lunch.

Yu Qiuchi looked at the millet porridge on the small wooden table and hesitated to pick up his chopsticks!

Although I know that good intentions may hurt people, there have been too many poisoning cases these days, so it's better to be cautious for your own safety.

The old man didn't care at all; he picked up his chopsticks and started eating with the steamed bun.

"Fortune telling about marriage, it costs three yuan."

Yu Qiuchi's first reaction was that it was so cheap, and his second reaction was that the swindler he met yesterday was offering it for free!

Both meetings were for marriage prospects; he's so love-obsessed. Couldn't it be for career advice or something?

"Can I pay with WeChat?" Three yuan won't even make a sound, so I'll just consider it a donation.

Besides, it's only three yuan. Even if the calculation is inaccurate, as long as he says it nicely, Yu Qiuchi will say that he calculated it well!

To everyone's surprise, the old man shook his head, his stern voice revealing no emotion: "Consider it a gift."

Yu Qiuchi didn't know how to address him. Since they had met in a temple but he didn't seem like a monk, she asked, "Master, how did you know I wanted to have my marriage fortune told?"

"Your marriage line is very messy." The old man seemed to have finished eating, and put down his chopsticks. The bowl was clean, with not a single grain of rice left.

"What if what I'm thinking about now isn't marriage?" Yu Qiuchi asked.

The old man shook his head: "What you're thinking about now is marriage, and you can't be wrong."

Yu Qiuchi's eyes were full of doubt.

After Yu Qiuchi finished his meal, the old man handed him a bead, saying, "Do as you please."

Yu Qiuchi had a deep impression of this bead; wasn't it the same one that the conman from yesterday had on his wrist?

The old man had no intention of keeping Yu Qiuchi; he handed Yu Qiuchi an old-fashioned umbrella with his withered hands.

"The snow has lessened; you should go now."

The old man took the broom from the yard into the house, showing no intention of paying any more attention to Yu Qiuchi.

Seeing this, Yu Qiuchi had no intention of investigating further. Some things would be known if fate allowed. He opened his umbrella and was about to leave when he saw the snow covering the ground.

He suddenly turned around and asked a question that even the old man hadn't thought of.

"Master, why were you sweeping the yard when you knew it was snowing?"

The old man looked at Yu Qiuchi under the eaves. A few strands of white hair were on the young man's head. His black trench coat made him look tall and straight, like a pine tree or jade.

"Because this snow is so white."

Just like the old man before him, Yu Qiuchi hadn't expected this answer. He said sincerely, "So this was specially prepared to welcome this snow!"

Yu Qiuchi stepped over the threshold and thanked the old man for lunch before leaving.

He was curious about many things: Why was he alone here? Why was he blind in one eye? Why was he lame in one leg? And why was there this bead?

He seemed less curious after all; it was just a chance encounter, why ask so many questions?

There are too many "whys" in the world; it would be better to have fewer, so that there wouldn't be so many worries.

However, there was one thing he really needed to ask: both times his worries stemmed from Mo Weiyun, yet why did both times it seemed he was asking about marriage, not family?

The wind stopped, but the snow continued to fall. Yu Qiuchi, holding an umbrella, stepped onto the thin layer of snow, leaving faint footprints.

The night wind howled and cut like a knife on his face; this was a type of weather that Yu Qiuchi could not understand.

When he left the barbershop, Yu Qiuchi looked listless. He rubbed his hands together and breathed some warm air into his palms.

After cutting off all his hair, he felt much lighter. He was a little unaccustomed to it, after all, he had kept it for so long, it was part of his youth... After coming down from the mountain this time, he finally made up his mind to cut it off.

Yu Qiuchi put on the hoodie he was wearing, which looked a bit out of place. Anyway, it was a strange city, and nobody recognized him, so Master Chi didn't need to care about his image.

The snow stopped falling, and Jincheng was already brightly lit. As Yu Qiuchi passed under the trees, he could feel a cool breeze on his neck.

Along with the chill, he felt a sense of desolation, as if he had nowhere to go.

Yu Qiuchi tried to kick a tree, just like in those online videos. But his foot slipped, and instead of kicking it, he slipped and fell on his backside.

It hurt a little, and he was a bit embarrassed. He got up and looked around. When he found that no one had seen him, he was relieved that his image hadn't been ruined.

Then, ignoring the snow on his body, this time he didn't kick with his feet, but kicked instead. Although his feet hurt a little, it increased his accuracy.

Snowflakes fell from the trees, soaking Yu Qiuchi completely. Why did it feel so good?! Yu Qiuchi left satisfied!

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