Liu Yanran hummed, "The water of West Lake, my tears."
I had to remind her: "This is Xiaohezhi Street."
"The water of the stream, my tears, hum!"
Liu Yanran looked at me with resentment and panted, "All the water you see in Hangzhou is my tears."
"Yanran, what can I do? I can't make you a promise."
"whee……"
Liu Yanran began to cry with a smile, "I don't need your promise. I just want to be friends with you, not to fall in love."
"That's alright."
Here, my only thought is to get through the current hurdle first.
When I return to the capital, it won't be difficult to avoid Liu Yanran.
"I won't call you my ex-boyfriend anymore. It's useless to just say it."
"That's the truth."
I drank another cup of tea. "Sister Ran, you'll understand in the future that I'm a very ordinary person with no merits. People like me waste air and land when they live. Even though I eat a lot, I also waste rice and dumplings."
"Dong Hang, you're my friend, and I won't let you say that about yourself. You're actually very kind, you don't like to hurt others, and you certainly won't build your happiness on the pain of others."
"You think too highly of me. I'm not as good as you say."
I continued to drink my tea while looking for a reason to leave.
Liu Xuankun smiled warmly: "Dong Hang, you finally came to Uncle Liu's tea house. I must give you some tea. What kind of tea do you like?"
"West Lake Longjing and Siming Twelve Thunders."
"good."
Liu Xuankun took two tin tea cans from the mahogany shelf, then opened the freezer to get some tea.
I was sitting next to the teahouse, and my face was a little hot.
Su He and Liu Yanran chatted and laughed in Hangzhou dialect.
Clothes and cosmetics were mentioned, as well as recently popular songs and TV dramas.
I got up and walked away, wandering around the teahouse.
I accidentally discovered the feng shui of the tea house.
But I saw it with my own eyes, but I couldn't explain the mystery of it.
Liu Xuankun packed the tea for me and said with a smile, "Let's go to the room inside and talk for a few minutes."
I followed him into the room at the innermost side of the teahouse.
This place looks like a dormitory, with a bed, a table and chairs, and even a mahjong table.
Liu Xuankun sat at the mahjong table and I sat opposite him.
He tapped the mahjong table lightly with his fingers and said with a helpless smile, "Judging from your face, you and my Yanran will not be together for the next five years."
"Uncle Liu can also tell fortunes?"
"Physiognomy, fortune-telling, feng shui, and talismans—I'm good at them all. Now that you're in Hangzhou, do you know about Mount Mao in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"
"Uncle Liu, are you from the Maoshan Sect?"
I found the answer to my confusion. "No wonder, the first time I saw you, I found you had an extraordinary temperament. I didn't expect Uncle Liu to be the successor of Maoshan Taoism."
"Just a little."
Liu Xuankun said, "In Hangzhou, and even in the whole country, few people know my abilities. Only my own people can possibly invite me to look at Feng Shui and perform Taoist magic.
Before coming to Hangzhou, you were almost insane. Wang Lian called me and cried, "Old Liu, it's bad. My Dong Hang has a mental problem. It's all because of the epileptic perfume."
I used your birth date and time to calculate and knew that you were facing a disaster, so I had to use the Maoshan magic to exorcise evil spirits and help you overcome the disaster.
If I'm not mistaken, you were sitting on the plane when your mind suddenly cleared up and you suddenly realized that it was absurd that you had to fly to Hangzhou to look for Aunt Haitang. "
"Indeed!"
I was filled with gratitude towards Liu Xuankun. "But Uncle Liu, how can your Maoshan Taoist magic treat the poisoning caused by the epilepsy perfume?"
"It's hard to answer this question directly. Let me give you an example. Tell me, can magic be used against martial arts?"
"If magic really existed in the world, then using it against martial arts would be like a dimensionality reduction attack."
"So, Maoshan Taoism can dissolve the insanity caused by the epilepsy perfume and years of resentment. Uncle Liu wasn't lying to you. Not only is medicine scientific, but Taoism is also scientific."
"Does Taoism and special abilities really exist?"
"Yes, do you know Bureau 749?"
"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it."
"You don't need to understand him too deeply. You just need to know that Uncle Liu is not an ordinary person."
Liu Xuankun's face was filled with pride, as if he wanted to show off in front of me, a younger generation. "I was the one who designed the Fengshui of the Fenghai Villa District and Nianhua Villa in Beijing, the Yuhu Villa and West Lake No. 1 in Hangzhou."
"Uncle Liu, I admire you very much."
"I do have some skills, and I'm worthy of being admired by a junior like you. As for you and my Yanran, just go with the flow."
"Hangzhou's King of Freeloaders lives up to his reputation. His Maoshan Taoist techniques are enough to keep Uncle Liu freeloaders. I can't do that. I don't know how to do anything else except gambling."
"Don't underestimate yourself. You're a great kid, a handsome man with an exceptional IQ. If you had studied hard and gone to a key high school, you would have won the gold medal in the Olympic Mathematics Competition and been the top scorer in science in Beijing."
"I can't do it. My grades were very poor in junior high school."
"Only high school can reveal one's true potential. If you talk too much about studying, you'll regret it. You're already 25 years old, and you've been in society for five or six years. You're facing life, and the world..."
There was a knock on the door.
Liu Xuankun opened the door.
Liu Yanran walked in and said coquettishly, "Dad, what is there for you to talk about with this little bachelor?"
"Yanran, that's not a good thing to say. Dong Hang is only 25 years old and a single man. It's not right to say he's a bachelor."
"In my opinion, any boy who doesn't have a girlfriend after the age of 9 is a bachelor."
Liu Yanran is quite sharp-tongued and specifically chose the age of 9.
That year, my parents divorced and my mother left the house with nothing, carrying a suitcase.
I didn't want to pay any attention to Liu Yanran, but she kept looking at me defiantly.
I said angrily: "I admire your father, but I hate you!"
"oh?"
Liu Yanran began to communicate with Liu Xuankun in Hangzhou dialect.
Dad, did you tell me about your abilities?
I said, if I don’t talk about how to leave a deep impression on Dong Hang, I don’t want him to think that you are a vase and I am a gigolo.
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