The morning sun gently shone into the house. Jiang Yan got up in the morning, washed up, and as he came out of the room, he saw his daughter's hilarious scene.
Jiang Suisui stood there, wearing a small gray Taoist robe. The robe hung loosely on her small body, and the corners of the robe swayed gently in the breeze blowing in from the window, like a light cloud.
The two little furry creatures on her head swayed lively as she nodded eagerly, just like a lucky doll from a New Year picture. Her round and cute face was inlaid with a pair of bright big eyes, which were staring at Jiang Yan intently at this moment. The sincerity in her eyes was like clear spring water, full and about to overflow.
"Setting up a street stall?" Jiang Yan's brows instantly twisted into a knot, his eyes slightly widened, his eyebrows raised high, and his voice unconsciously rose a few degrees, full of doubt.
Jiang Suisui looked at her father's expression and nodded vigorously, as if she was going to nod her head off.
Her small hands tightly grasped the corner of Jiang Yan's clothes, "Master sent a little paper crane to convey a message to me."
Her voice was clear and childish. "They said I had to tell three fortunes every day during my three-month vacation."
Jiang Yan listened to his daughter's words and rubbed his temples wearily, trying to ease the headache that was gradually coming. "Do we have to go under the overpass? And where did you get those clothes?" Jiang Yan's eyes fell on his daughter's slightly worn but clean little Taoist robe, and he was filled with confusion.
Jiang Suisui blinked.
Loosen the corner of Jiang Yan's clothes.
Fold your hands in front of you.
His fingers unconsciously tugged at the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and he whispered, "This piece of clothing was given to me by my master. It's my training robe. I wear it when I go to the graves to dance... oh no, when I go to those yin-filled places in the mountains to practice, I wear this. I brought it down from the mountains."
Jiang Yan's mouth twitched slightly. "Why do we have to go under the overpass?" he asked again, a hint of compromise in his tone.
"There are people coming and going under the overpass. There are so many people, Dad." Jiang Suisui answered as a matter of course, his eyes shining. This is how it is written in novels: the overpass and fortune-telling are a perfect match.
"Is it okay if there are more people?" Jiang Yan asked.
Jiang Suisui nodded without hesitation, and her little look seemed to say that this was the most correct reason.
The early morning sunlight gently shines through the window and falls on Jiang Yan and Jiang Suisui.
Jiang Yan frowned slightly at his daughter's stubborn expression. After a moment's thought, he suggested again, "Then you and Dad can just go to the company. There's no need to go under the overpass. There are more people there, and it's safe. Dad can always take care of you."
In his heart, the company is his own territory. It can satisfy his daughter's need to interact with people while ensuring her safety. It is undoubtedly the best choice.
Jiang Suisui sighed helplessly, his hands behind his back, and said seriously like a little adult, "Dad, I might as well accompany my great-grandfather to the park to set up a stall. Isn't it cheating to go to my own company? Besides, the master said that we need to experience the various aspects of life in a real market. Only then will the divinations we make be more spiritual and more helpful to others."
Her eyes revealed her unwavering faith in her master's words and her yearning to set up a stall on the overpass. Her seriousness moved Jiang Yan somewhat.
Jiang Yan stared at his daughter, feeling a mixture of frustration and pride. After a moment's silence, he finally compromised, "Okay, then you and Great Grandpa go to the park? Take Jiang Qi with you."
Jiang Yan thought, there were quite a few people in the park, at least it was safer than the overpass, and with Jiang Qi and the others looking after them, nothing should go wrong.
Jiang Suisui was speechless when she heard this, secretly complaining in her heart: Shouldn't I go to the overpass? But looking at her father's unquestionable eyes, she knew that setting up a stall on the overpass was probably a dead end.
Well, let's go to the park on the first day. She sighed softly and silently accepted the arrangement.
At this time, Old Master Jiang was watering the flowers downstairs. Seeing the father and daughter coming downstairs, he asked curiously, "I can just stroll in my own yard. Why do we have to go to the park?"
Jiang Suisui immediately jumped to his great-grandfather and chattered to him about the three fortunes he had to tell every day. He also emphasized the master's requirements and the reason for setting up a stall in the park.
After hearing this, Old Master Jiang nodded and said, "Then I will accompany my good grandson to visit the park and set up a stall."
What Old Master Jiang was thinking was, I love going to this park and can go there every day, but I can't let my dear grandson go under the overpass where homeless people gather.
So, Jiang Suisui's plan to set up a stall in the park to tell fortunes was decided.
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