"Marry?" Song Yingying's father was the first to get impatient upon hearing the fortune teller's words. He stood up and said, "My Yingying is only a few years old, and you want her to get married? What a joke! Impossible! I won't agree!"
Even Song Yingying's mother felt that what the fortune teller said was too absurd and could not be believed.
They wanted to save their daughter, not push her into another fire pit.
She also said with a sullen face, "Impossible! Yingying is still a child, how can she get married so easily?"
The fortune teller had probably seen this kind of situation many times, and was not surprised at all by the excitement of Song Yingying's parents. He was still pinching his fingers, as if he was still calculating something.
Seeing that the couple was too excited, the village chief immediately stepped out to comfort them, "Don't get excited yet. The fortune teller said that Yingying should either get married now or arrange a baby marriage to find a boy to replenish her yang energy. As for the baby marriage, if the children don't want to when they grow up, it's up to them. We can talk about it when they grow up. The current situation is the most important. Let Yingying wake up quickly."
After listening to this advice, Song Yingying's parents gradually calmed down.
The fortune teller who had been counting on his fingers suddenly looked up after they fell silent, looked at a corner outside the door, and asked, "Who's there?"
who? !
Everyone in the room looked up at the same time. The door of the room was open, with a thick curtain hanging on it, and no one was visible outside.
They didn't see anyone. The fortune teller was blind, so how could he see anyone?
The village chief said, "There is no one there."
The fortune teller shook his head, "No, there is someone there, a child."
As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the room felt a chill on their backs, as if a cold winter wind had blown in all at once.
The village chief shuddered, and went out to take a look, muttering to himself, "How could there be someone here? Impossible, there is no one here - ah! Why are you here?"
The village chief went out with a skeptical attitude, hoping to prove that the fortune teller was wrong. However, he did not expect that there was actually a figure hiding outside the door.
What?
Song Yingying's parents were startled and rushed over to see what was going on.
"There really is someone here!"
"Still a child!"
They were both shocked and stunned. What the fortune teller said was right. There was indeed a child outside the door.
Even they have eyes and cannot see it, could it be that a fortune teller figured it out?
The fortune teller was so accurate in his predictions, so was what he said about “getting engaged and getting married to replenish Yang energy” true?
Does their daughter really have to do this to wake up?
Song Yingying's parents, who had studied all their lives, began to waver for the first time and began to believe in supernatural powers.
After the village chief found the boy, he immediately brought him back into the house. "What are you doing outside? It's so cold outside. Look at you, your face is ashen. Are you still sick?"
Song Yingying's mother looked at the boy and felt that he looked more and more familiar. Suddenly she remembered, "You...you...you saved Yingying's child."
Song Yingying fell into the water and was rescued. This was a great favor. Song Yingying's parents visited the boy's family and originally wanted to give money as compensation, but the boy's parents refused to accept it. They finally gave some food because the boy's home looked shabby and it was obvious that the conditions were not good.
The boy's parents are ill, he has an older sister and several younger brothers and sisters, he is a poor child.
After saving Song Yingying, the boy felt cold and frozen. Even if he had a good physical condition, he would have fallen seriously ill. His face is still very pale.
"Child, are you worried about Yingying?" Song Yingying's mother asked with concern.
The boy stood awkwardly among the crowd and nodded awkwardly.
He looked at Song Yingying who was lying motionless on the bed. He heard everything outside the door just now. Song Yingying's fever had obviously subsided, but she just wouldn't wake up. Did she have some strange disease?
If he had shown up earlier that day, if he had been able to stop Song Yingying from playing on the river, would the incident of falling into the water have not happened?
The boy felt heavy with guilt in his heart.
The fortune teller listened to the boy's voice and suddenly said, "Child, come here."
The boy froze in place.
The village chief pushed the boy and said, "Be obedient and go over there quickly."
The boy then came before the fortune teller.
The fortune teller asked, "What is your name?"
"Zhao... Zhao Weidong."
“When were you born?
"The first day of the first lunar month."
When the fortune teller heard this, he immediately counted again with his fingers, and suddenly smiled and said, "Good! It's really good! The first day of the first lunar month is the day with the heaviest yang energy in the year. Child, your horoscope is good."
The village chief asked hurriedly, "Is this child's horoscope suitable?"
"Yes, their horoscopes are very suitable. They are destined to be together." The fortune teller nodded repeatedly.
Now, I don’t even have to worry about choosing a marriage partner, as he will be delivered to my doorstep.
The only people still hesitating were Song Yingying's parents.
The village chief advised, "Weidong is a good boy, and he saved Yingying's life, which shows that these two children are destined to be together. Why not arrange a marriage for them and give it a try?"
Give it a try?
Song Yingying's parents hesitated and looked at each other.
Their only daughter has fallen into a coma and cannot wake up. Now they only have one solution left, and they have to believe it for once even if they don't want to.
"Then let's give it a try. Let the two children get engaged."
Song Yingying said to her father with a heavy and helpless tone.
The fortune teller raised a few more points to note, and then the village chief took over the matter, holding a small ceremony, and then kowtowed to inform the ancestors.
At such a young age, Zhao Weidong knew nothing. He just followed the village chief in and out. He would kneel down when he was asked to do so and kowtow when he was asked to do so. He didn't care even if he bleed. He was willing to do anything as long as he could wake Song Yingying up.
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