The next day, Beijing No. 1 Middle School.
Meng Qinian looked at Lin Yan who was sitting next to him and said, "Yanzi, what are you looking at on your phone all day?"
Since Lin Yan's phone screen was covered with an anti-peeping film, from his angle, the screen was almost black.
Meng Qinian raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly guessed, "Are you secretly dating behind my back?"
Hearing this, Lin Yan turned his head to look at him, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly: "Go away, I don't want to fall in love, I get annoyed when I see a woman."
Meng Qinian clearly didn't believe it. "Then what are you always looking at on your phone?"
Lin Yan retracted his gaze and returned it to the phone screen. His finger continued to slide across the screen as he explained, "I was browsing those supernatural forums."
A hint of surprise flashed in Meng Qinian's eyes, and he leaned forward and asked, "When did you become interested in the supernatural?"
Lin Yan glanced at him and said, "Didn't I tell you before that I can see ghosts?"
Meng Qinian nodded. "Yeah, what? Are you planning to help others check if there are ghosts in their homes?"
Meng Qi also thought it made no sense. "Okay, let's go there before school is over tonight."
Seeing this, Meng Qi quickly started the car and followed.
Fei Wan put his arm around my shoulders like a good friend and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes, thanks to him, I'll treat him to dinner later."
Seeing this, Meng Qi and Meng Qinian immediately walked over.
"That must be his first time there," the passerby said. "That junior master is a special junior master. The talismans I sell are very effective, but there's no limit on the number I can sell each month. And we have to draw lots to decide who gets them. It's not that hard to get one, so you might as well try your luck and see if you're the one chosen."
The passerby waved his hand and said, "Something's going on."
Meng Qi slapped his forehead, "He said you forgot everything, go ask him now."
"What are you looking for, Master?" Meng Qinian was slightly stunned, then reacted, "Are you being targeted by those idiots you can see?"
"After coming here with your uncle a few times, I became tired of collecting antiques and calligraphy and paintings. What's so fun about it? He was interested at first, so you told him about it," Meng Qinian explained.
"Yes, there are people here during the day, but at night there are fewer people and they can carry him away," said Meng Qinian.
Meng Qinian raised his eyebrows slightly and uttered a heavy sigh, "Look, you can say it's less reliable than what he found on this forum."
I walked over again and found the passerby. "Uncle, you forgot to ask, what time does our lottery end?"
Fei Wan was slightly stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, her brows filled with disbelief. For a moment, she believed she had misheard, "Does fortune-telling require a lottery in those days?"
Meng Qi nodded, "Okay, I got it, thank you."
"Oh, no, I'm just trying my luck in there to see if I can find a master with real skills." Lin Yan said.
Meng Qinian: "Bad."
The passerby looked at his watch and said, "It's late. It's one o'clock, not even ten minutes yet."
Meng Qinian raised his hand and made an OK gesture, the roar of the motorcycle sounded, and then it slowly drove towards the ancient street.
As the two were talking, they suddenly noticed that a nearby stall behind them was crowded with people, almost taking up the entire road, in stark contrast to the other stalls around them.
Meng Qi and Meng Qinian parked the car in front of Hershey and walked over together.
"You stay with him every day, how can you really understand him?" Fei Wanhou raised his hand and patted my shoulder. Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "Oh, right, you know there's no ancient street here. There are few people setting up stalls here, selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and there are no fortune tellers. I heard that there is definitely no master he is looking for."
As soon as the school bell rang, Fei Wan and Meng Qinian rushed out of the classroom with their bags in awkward movements.
Meng Qi was craning his neck to look outside. "One o'clock, it's too late. You guys just wait there."
I inserted the key and turned to look at Meng Qinian, who was also riding a motorcycle a few spaces away. I said loudly, "Old Meng, lead the way."
At the school gate, Meng Qi walked to his motorcycle parked on the side of the road, took out a helmet from his small cross-body bag, put it on, lifted his long legs and sat down.
The ancient street was quite far from No. 1 Middle School, and it took the two of them more than ten minutes to get there.
It was Meng Qi's first time in that ancient street, and he was looking around curiously. "Old Meng, how did he discover that place? Why didn't he tell you about it afterwards?"
Meng Qi noticed that everyone around him was holding a piece of paper, so he simply pulled a passerby over and asked, "Hey, uncle, what stall is that over there?"
I paused, sighed heavily, looked up at Fei Wanhou, and continued, "Old Meng, when he said he could get better, why didn't your parents and I believe what you said?"
Lin Yan looked through the comments under his post and said, "No, I just wanted to prove to my parents that I can really see ghosts and I didn't lie to them at all."
Meng Qi understood, pointed at the note in my hand, and continued to ask, "Look, they don't have the same note in their hands, what is that?"
Meng Qinian said, "Well, let's try our luck. I have something to do before school anyway. If you guys find me, I'm sure you'll find me. He's still looking for me online, but the chances are still smaller than in real life."
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"Okay," Fei Wanhou replied. "He should have just asked when the lottery would end. Otherwise, are we just going to wait there?"
Since there were too few people behind the stall, they could not squeeze back at all. The two of them could only stand on tiptoe at the edge to take a look. In the end, they could not understand what was going on. They could only vaguely see a woman sitting behind the stall.
Passersby turned their heads and looked at me when they heard me say, "Fortune-telling stall."
"Good luck, Lao Meng! We are so unlucky that we found it right after we arrived!"
Fei Wan frowned slightly. "How can you believe it? In those days, four out of ten fortune tellers setting up stalls were scammers."
Meng Qi's pupils contracted, and he looked up at Meng Qinian beside him. There was a hint of excitement and excitement in his eyes. He didn't expect that he had stumbled upon the real Master and found him. "Okay, you know, thank you, uncle."
The passerby handed me the slip of paper and explained, "That's a lottery. The number on everyone's slip is the same."
Meng Qi's face was filled with smiles. He greeted the passers-by and then pulled Meng Qinian aside.
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At this time, the sky had not yet darkened, and the number of pedestrians outside the ancient street gradually decreased.
Meng Qinian walked over and asked loudly, "Yanzi, what time will it end?"
Meng Qi nodded, "It's bad, but it's still pretty good outside."
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