Because Song Shanshan is focused on live streaming, she doesn't go to interviews during the day.
So, now Song Xiner is taken care of by her during the day. The sisters all agree that Song Xiner can no longer go to kindergarten, for fear that Yang Yuan will take advantage of the situation again.
During the day, Song Shanshan was also busy.
She would not stay at home. She would go to the library to read books, go to the bookstore to buy books, and go to the intersection of the vegetable market to find a fortune teller to observe her behavior.
Everything is in preparation for fortune telling.
Song Xiner was very happy to follow her everywhere.
That day, they came to a distant vegetable market.
Neither of them had ever been to this place, but Song Shanshan had looked it up online and found out that there was a very famous fortune teller here.
She held Song Xiner and squeezed into the crowd, looking for the fortune teller.
"There are a lot of people there, so that should be it."
Song Shanshan's eyes lit up and she pushed towards the crowd.
When I took a closer look, I saw that it was indeed the famous fortune teller.
He was wearing a whitish fortune-teller's robe, a pair of round sunglasses, and had a gaunt appearance, embodying the stereotypical image of a fortune-teller.
There is a table and two stools on the stall.
There is a book with a blue cover on the table.
Looks very similar.
Song Xiner's eyes swept over the old man, and she frowned slightly.
There happened to be a man at the stall asking for fortune-telling.
"Fortune teller, can you please tell me what my later years will be like?" The person who wanted to have his fortune told was also an old man.
Fortune teller Xu Jiang put his sunglasses on his nose and stared at his face with a sharp look.
“Tsk tsk tsk…”
Hearing these three sounds, the old man was nearly frightened to death on the spot. "Fortune teller, please tell me, will there be any problems for me in the future?"
Xu Jiang shook his head, smacked his lips, and then continued to tell the story.
"Old man, your life is so miserable. You lost your son in your old age, your wife ran away, and your daughter never comes home. Is that right or not?"
When the old man heard Xu Jiang's words, he burst into tears.
The crowd was in an uproar and exclaimed in surprise.
This old man is really pitiful.
Moreover, judging from the old man’s reaction, it shows that the fortune teller was right.
It's so accurate to be able to tell a person's life just by looking at him.
Song Shanshan was also watching the show, looking at Xu Jiang with admiration, but she was not moved at all by the old man's misery.
But Song Xiner, who was hugged by her, didn't care.
[Hmph, not pitiful at all, this is karma.]
"Hmm?" Song Shanshan pricked up his ears. What did this mean?
She wanted to continue eating melon, but her younger sister stopped talking.
Could it be that...
Song Shanshan is a smart person and immediately thought of the melodramatic family ethics drama.
Here, the old man wiped away a tear and said, "You are right. My son was so good, but he died. My wife ran away with someone else. My daughter has been unfilial since she was a child and never came back after getting married. My hair turned completely white overnight. I want to know what my future will be like. I hope I won't always be unlucky."
Xu Jiang stroked his goatee.
"It depends on your sincerity."
The old man hesitated when he heard this, and finally took out a plastic bag from his waistband and took out two hundred yuan from it and gave it to Xu Jiang.
"Fortune teller, please tell me my fate first, and then I'll see if I need to ward off disasters."
Xu Jiang narrowed his eyes and took the money.
"Okay, I'll tell you a fortune."
Xu Jiang grabbed the old man's hand, looked at it again and again, frowning and relaxing, relaxing and frowning again.
When everyone was almost unable to hold their breath, Xu Jiang finally spoke.
"Old man, if you ask me, you didn't accumulate virtue when you were young, which is why you have such consequences when you are old. If you want to avoid disasters, you need more merits."
This is the jargon used in fortune-telling.
The fastest way to accumulate merit is to donate money.
The old man also understood, and his expression was even more hesitant. "Fortune teller, how sure are you?"
"I'm a fortune teller, not a lottery expert. As long as you give me enough merit to accumulate merit, I can help you avoid financial ruin and disaster!"
What a big tone!
Everyone was shocked.
Song Xiner pouted and snorted coldly.
"What's wrong, little sister? Do you think fortune tellers can't help the elderly?" Song Shanshan kissed Song Xiner and said lovingly.
The old man has rat-like eyes, prominent cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and a lot of resentment accumulated in his brow. I briefly checked his fate and found that he is really a bad guy, not a human being!
Song Shanshan's eyebrows jumped!
Not a human? Could it be a ghost?!
Song Xiner's next words made Song Shanshan realize that she was overthinking.
Ever since she came into contact with metaphysics, she felt that she was too sensitive in this area.
[The old man's so-called wife was forced upon him when he was young. Women were treated harshly in that era, so his wife had no choice but to follow him.]
"Beast!" Song Shanshan said viciously.
His wife gave birth to a son and a daughter, but he favored the son over the daughter, spoiling his son to the point of lawlessness. He beat and scolded his daughter all day long, and forced her to drop out of school early to work to support the family. His daughter, who had never experienced the world, suffered the same fate as his wife, being called shameless by him! In anger, she never returned home again.
"Fuck! This guy deserves to be torn into pieces, and that's not enough to make me angry!"
[As for his son, one day he was drunk and on his way home, he crashed his bike into a streetlight. He was bleeding profusely and was found dead. He was so angry he took it out on his wife, who couldn't stand it either and ran away from home. He then claimed to others that she had run away with another man!]
"Damn it! It's so disgusting, and he still has the nerve to cry here!"
Every word Song Shanshan said was heard by the people next to him.
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