During the day, Si Jinyan walked back and forth on the bustling streets of the capital, trying to find a suitable place to set up a stall.
She didn't want to see anyone from the Jiang family again.
In the late afternoon, she found a riverside night market where many people enjoyed the cool evening breeze.
After setting up her stall, she took out a book from her storage bag and started reading. Before she knew it, it was getting dark, and the night market was getting more and more crowded.
"How much does it cost to interpret a fortune stick?" someone asked, pointing to the fortune stick container on her table.
"Interpreting the divination slip costs twenty, fortune telling costs one hundred." Si Jinyan put down the book and looked up at the customer.
She was a middle-aged woman carrying a Chanel bag. She had delicate features, a gentle temperament, and exuded elegance in every gesture.
I just don't know why such a woman who looks so elegant would come to interpret fortune sticks.
As soon as Si Jinyan finished speaking, the woman drew a stick from the lottery box and handed it to her.
This lottery draw is too arbitrary. Si Jinyan took the lot and drew the 143rd lot.
It was a winning lottery draw.
“Don’t worry about danger, don’t fear storms. If you meet someone whose name contains the grass radical, you’ll be on your way to success.” Si Jinyan explained for her, “The matter you’re asking for now isn’t hopeless. A benefactor with the grass radical in their name will appear, and all your troubles will be resolved.”
After Si Jinyan finished interpreting the fortune stick, the woman's expression became somewhat strange. She threw down a hundred yuan and hurriedly left.
"They gave me eighty yuan more than I should have," Si Jinyan thought, holding the money with a troubled expression. "They said it would be twenty, but it's twenty."
Suddenly, a commotion was heard coming from the riverbank, and someone exclaimed, "Someone has fallen into the water!"
"Oh my god, it's a kid who's only ten years old. Is there anyone who can swim who can save him?"
"Where are his parents? How come they didn't even notice them when they were swept so far away?!"
The river embankment is very high, surrounded by stone railings that are about chest-high for an adult. How could a child of ten years old possibly step over them?
The holes in the stone below are also very small, making it unlikely that one could drill through from underneath; the area has always been well-protected.
Those inside the railing never imagined that the child would fall.
In July, the current is rapid and the river is deep, so no one dares to go down to rescue people.
Si Jinyan was only about ten meters from the river. After hearing the shouts, she ran to the riverbank in a few steps.
By the light of the bright lights, she could see a boy in a white short-sleeved shirt struggling in the middle of the river.
Seeing that she was about to sink, she didn't think twice and flipped over the stone railing.
It left a graceful arc in the air, and someone took out their phone to record this rescue.
The distance from the shore to the water level was a full five meters, and she jumped down.
Amidst the gasps of the crowd, she plunged into the water and swam quickly toward the little boy.
Fortunately, she was no ordinary person; otherwise, an average young girl would never have been able to pull a boy of about ten years old away.
"This little girl is so brave."
The people on the shore were shocked by the scene. They all craned their necks to look into the middle of the river, hoping that the little girl could successfully rescue the person.
Others had already prepared ropes, and they threw them down.
Someone shouted, "Little girl, grab this rope, we'll pull you up."
Si Jinyan's face seemed to glow under the water, and she showed no panic during the rescue.
She swam towards the riverbank with the little boy when suddenly a whirlpool formed by a swift current swept over them.
The people on the shore immediately screamed in fright, fearing that the little girl might be accidentally swept away.
The boy's parents never appeared throughout the entire ordeal.
Si Jinyan tried her best to lift the little boy up; it would be dangerous if he drank any more water.
When the vortex came crashing in, it knocked her down again, even though she had managed to regain her balance.
She silently recited a protective incantation in her heart, and with the power of the incantation, she regained her balance and swam towards the riverbank.
"Grab the rope." The people on the shore breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she was finally out of danger.
Si Jinyan stretched out her fair, lotus-like arms and grabbed the rope. She tied the little boy up with the rope and then held him in her arms.
People on the bank saw that she had a firm grip and started pulling hard. Si Jinyan didn't really intend to rely on others to pull her. Using the rope, she kicked off the riverbank with her feet and jumped onto the riverbank in a few quick movements.
"No wonder the little girl dared to jump down to save people; she's actually a trained fighter."
No one knows who called the ambulance, but Si Jinyan landed on the ground with the little boy and saw the ambulance carrying a stretcher coming over.
She left the rest to herself and ignored the praise coming from the crowd.
He left after accomplishing his task, concealing his merits and fame.
He silently walked back to his stall, casually performed a magic spell to dry his clothes and hair.
She was a Taoist priest, proficient in medicine, divination, and fortune telling; her cultivation was truly extraordinary.
However, her master always said that she wasn't good enough.
She only realized her Qiankun bag was missing when she was packing up her stall and leaving; she must have dropped it while she was in the water.
In my distress, I discovered that my blue lotus hairpin was also missing. What a headache!
They actually lost these two extremely important treasures.
We'll have to wait until there are fewer people before we go looking for it.
She set up her stall there and continued reading, sitting there until midnight.
The deserted street was illuminated by dim yellow lights, highlighting her delicate and spotless face.
She climbed onto the stone railing of the riverbank and looked down, where only the lights flickered on the river's surface with the ripples of the waves.
The lotus hairpin and the Qiankun bag are only effective in her hands; no one else can use them.
Fortunately, she and her two treasures were not ordinary items; they were immune to water and fire, and would not move with the current if they fell into the river.
She had no choice but to jump down again to search.
Just as he was about to jump, a man's urgent exclamation came from behind him.
"Little girl, don't do anything rash!"
Before Si Jinyan could even turn around to look at the people behind him, he plunged headfirst into the river.
"Chen Zhi, save them quickly!" another male voice rang out. His voice was deep, yet clear and pleasant to the ear.
The man named Chen Zhi rushed to the stone railing and saw the figure swimming in the river.
Turning to his boss, he said, "I think she's probably just here to swim; maybe she's a better swimmer than me."
The man behind him then stepped forward and, by the light, realized that he was sitting in a wheelchair.
He was wearing a loose-fitting off-white shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his fair skin and collarbone. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, simple yet elegant. He placed his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles.
Even when he's sitting in a chair, you can tell he's tall and slender, at least 1.85 meters.
Such a person is clearly not born with a disability.
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