Chapter 57 Peach Wood Card
Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the door holding a thermos cup. Jiang Wu's gaze made his hair stand on end. "...What's wrong?"
A person's destiny is ever-changing and extremely mysterious. The slightest change can make a world of difference. Often intentional things may happen unintentionally. That is why fortune tellers often say half and keep the other half, saying that the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. On the one hand, they are afraid of intervening in the cause and effect of others, and on the other hand, they are afraid that once the secrets of heaven are leaked, unexpected events will occur and the hexagram will be inaccurate.
Jiang Wu naturally knew this, so he did not tell Zhang Xiaoyu that he was about to die, but instead asked about his birth date.
Zhang Xiaoyu asked anxiously, "Why are you asking this? Do you want to tell my fortune?"
Jiang Wu said casually, "Let me tell you about your marriage."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know why he suddenly wanted to tell his marriage, but he still answered honestly, "I was born on the 18th day of the third lunar month. Can you really tell my marriage? Does your sect even teach this?"
"Um."
Jiang Wu memorized his date of birth and stared closely at his changing fortunes. He began to calculate his fate based on that date, from the time he was born to the time he went to school for the first time, to his graduation from university and his start of work… Then, that night, he saw Jiang Wu fainted on the ground at the Golden Land Hotel. From then on, his originally clear fate gradually became blurred and unpredictable. It became more and more difficult to calculate as time went on, and in the end, there were even multiple results.
Jiang Wu's brows gradually wrinkled.
Zhang Xiaoyu asked anxiously, "...Is it possible that I will be a widower for the rest of my life?"
Jiang Wu didn't say anything. Zhang Xiaoyu was too close to him, and his fate had been affected by him. If he was at his peak in the past, he could still use his soul in the Guanshi realm to forcefully deduce. But now he only had the soul in the Guanshi realm but couldn't use it, and couldn't deduce an accurate result. Among the many futures he deduced, he only vaguely saw a ball of fire.
"You should pay attention to places with fire recently."
"Is that how you can find a partner?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked curiously, "My future girlfriend is a firefighter?"
“…”
Jiang Wudu had forgotten about this, so he tried to check his affinity again, but he still couldn't see anything, so he remained silent.
It has to be said that although the Sima masters claim to be favored by the gods, they are not as professional as the Taoist masters in calculating marriages. They are specialized in their own fields.
When Yan Zhong's palace was in financial difficulty, he met many girls who were fortune-telling on the street, but they only recognized Taoist priests and would rather go to the stall of the fraudulent Taoist priest across the street than come to his stall.
He was so angry that he asked Yan Zhong to buy him a Taoist robe to wear. Yan Zhong was so scared that he thought that he thought the palace was too poor and wanted to become a Taoist priest, so he quickly found a way to get a lot of money.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhang Xiaoyu thought he agreed and started to wonder when he would meet a girlfriend.
Since he couldn't figure it out, Jiang Wugan simply went to the suburbs to find a peach forest and cut down a few peach branches, intending to make a talisman.
He was sitting on the balcony chopping peach wood when Han Zhong called. He answered the phone with one free hand without stopping chopping branches with the axe.
As soon as Han Zhong answered the phone, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon chopping something. His heart skipped a beat. "What are you doing?"
"Cut some peach wood and make something."
“…”
Although it was still outrageous, it was not so outrageous when applied to Jiang Wu. It was just cutting peach wood, which was better than cutting people. Han Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The security environment in the community where you live is not very good. Have you considered moving to another place?"
Although Rong Anzhou said that he did not let anyone keep an eye on Jiang Wu, Han Zhong still chose to trust his intuition and planned to change Jiang Wu's residence. However, this matter must be agreed by Jiang Wu himself.
Jiang Wuyi chopped off the peach wood branch with an axe and said casually, "No need, I'm used to living in this bird cage."
Bird cage...
Han Zhong was speechless. It was an apartment complex after all, just a little old. It was by no means a bird cage. This kid was more arrogant than him, the president.
"Have you ever seen a bird cage that big?"
"My bird cage is just that big."
"Have you ever kept birds?"
Han Zhong never thought that such an unreliable person like him actually raised small animals.
"Well, it's a white bird. I'll play with it when no one wants to play with me." Jiang Wu said while cutting branches.
The little white bird...is it a white cockatoo? Han Zhong thought absentmindedly.
He listened to Jiang Wu's nonchalant voice through the phone, and suddenly regretted not making a video call, otherwise he would have been able to see his expression at the moment.
But even if he couldn't see it, he could probably imagine Jiang Wu's expression at the moment, probably with his head quietly lowered, his thin eyelids drooping, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and he was fiddled with the object in his hand seriously.
He couldn't help but continue asking, "Where's the bird?"
"Dead." Jiang Wu said calmly. He released it when he left the Great Zhou Palace. But a thousand years have passed and it must have died of old age long ago.
His tone was calm, but Han Zhong's heart skipped a beat. In his mind, he could not help but recall the image of young Jiang Wu holding a dead white bird in his hands and looking down with sorrow.
He remembered that Jiang Wu's family was not happy. His father was not only addicted to gambling but also domestic violence. Jiang Wu probably didn't have many friends. When his parents quarreled, he could only talk to the little bird, but in the end, even the bird died.
Han Zhong didn't even dare to ask how the bird died, for fear of touching upon his past.
He lowered his voice and asked, "What does the bird look like?"
Jiang Wu replied, "It's about the same height as a puppy when it stands up, and its wingspan is about two meters long."
Han Zhong: “…”
As tall as a puppy standing up, with wingspan two meters long—
Han Zhong asked, "Are you talking about the eagle?"
"Yes."
“…”
The image of the young boy holding the little parrot in his mind instantly turned into a scene where Jiang Wushou held a half-meter-tall bird of prey and galloped majestically across the grassland.
And the puppy is half a meter tall when it stands up, so it should be a hawk.
Jiang Wu continued to speak, "She is all white, so beautiful."
Han Zhong: “…”
Well, it’s an albino species, very punishable.
He pressed his forehead and said weakly, "...It is a national second-class protected animal."
"Really?" Jiang Wu on the other end of the phone seemed to have just learned about this, and said in a natural tone, "Then I have helped the country protect it for decades."
“…”
Han Zhong no longer had the energy to complain. He no longer wanted to ask how the albino eagle died. An eagle can only live forty to seventy years at most. Those raised by humans usually only live for forty years. It was estimated that it died of old age.
He regretted the sympathy he had just felt. That was Jiang Wu, a ruthless man who was forced to jump off a building and still found time to say hello to him and ask for directions. How could he watch his pet being killed? His sympathy was really unnecessary.
But he actually kept a national second-level protected animal at home. Han Zhong remembered that he had asked him to be careful in the morning. Jiang Wu replied with "I know", which seemed perfunctory no matter how he looked at it.
"Your neighborhood has been included in the demolition plan. You will have to move sooner or later. Instead of rushing around when the time comes, it's better to find a place to live in advance."
After saying that, he didn't wait for Jiang Wu to reply and asked directly, "What are your preferences for living?"
Jiang Wu was carving peach wood seriously. When he heard him ask where he would like to live, he subconsciously thought of his Wujiang Palace and replied, "I like a palace where I can see the stars."
“…”
Han Zhongquan pretended he didn't hear her, looked at the information of several mid- to high-end residential areas in his hand and asked, "Is a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment in Chaoyang okay?"
"Can."
“…”
Sure enough, this person didn't care where he lived and just kept reading randomly the whole time.