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- Qin Ruan was sitting in front of the stall, touching the clean tabletop with his hands, a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.
Today is her first day setting up a stall, hoping that evil spirits will come.
Song Banxian sat back in front of the stall and said to Qin Ruan on the side: "Fellow Daoist Qin, did you see the young couple just now? They are destined to have a bad relationship and not be able to get together."
Qin Ruan didn¡¯t even raise his head, and said in a casual tone: ¡°I see, you can¡¯t lose this business.¡±
"How do you say this?" Song Banxian looked confused.
Qin Ruan raised his head and pointed at the boy who was running through the crowd: "Look over there, there's no business coming."
The boy ran over panting, took his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on Song Banxian's stall, quickly and neatly scanning three hundred yuan.
There were fine traces of sweat on his forehead, and he said in a hurried tone: "Master, do you think my relationship with my girlfriend is going well? Will we get married?"
Song Banxian was stunned by the young man's operation.
This kid is also a bit stubborn.
He clicked his tongue and looked at the boy with an unspeakable expression on his face.
It¡¯s obvious that he and the girl just now can¡¯t get together, and forcing them to be together won¡¯t bring good results.
Looking at the other party¡¯s expectant expression, Song Banxian didn¡¯t know how to speak.
After a while, he sighed: "Fate is important, but don't force marriage."
The boy who was looking forward to it immediately collapsed after hearing this: "Is it really not possible at all?"
Song Banxian could tell that he had feelings for his girlfriend, so he said, "Young man, tell me your horoscope."
The boy immediately told him his horoscope.
After hearing this, Song Banxian's expression turned unpleasant and he told her bluntly: "You are destined to have no connection with her."
The boy sat dejectedly on the stall and murmured to himself: "But we are getting married."
Qin Ruan was attracted by his sadness. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the other person up and down with his eyes.
"Marrying with your son?"
She is amazingly articulate.
Song Banxian and the boy looked at Qin Ruan one after another.
One looked surprised, the other looked shocked.
Qin Ruan took off the peaked cap on her head, revealing her pretty, tender, but slightly charming face.
The boy was amazed and his words became stuttering: "Youhow do you know?"
When he came with his girlfriend just now, he didn¡¯t see Qin Ruan there.
When he returned again and was told the inside story by the other party, he couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.
Qin Ruan smiled and said: "You are still so young. Marrying early may not be stable, which will be detrimental to your future career development.
If you really like that girl, then marry her, but if your marriage doesn't have mutual understanding, mutual trust, and mutual tolerance, it will be like a broken mirror. No matter how you repair it, you can't go back to the beginning. "
The boy bit his lip gently and clenched the hand on his lap gently: "I want to marry her and don't want to regret her."
This is a responsible little man.
Qin Ruan smiled with a soft smile: "Then I will be more tolerant of her in the future. Your girlfriend may be more stubborn, but she is more loyal to marriage. The word fate is very subtle. It is better to believe in it than to believe in yourself. Something may change in the future. .¡±
Suddenly, the girl's unsuppressed roar rang out from the crowd.
She was calling the name of the boy sitting in front of the stall: "Why are you back again? You said these are all lies, why don't you believe it!"
The girl ran to the boy, took his arm and dragged him away.
"I just want to ask, don't be angry, what do you want to eat later"
As the two people walked away, what came was the gentle voice of the boy coaxing the girl in a low voice.
They may really be destined for each other, but the beautiful moment they are experiencing is a moment they will never forget.
Song Banxian watched them disappear into the crowd and shook his head gently: "Fellow Daoist Qin, these two people are clearly destined to have no connection, so why do you give him hope?"
Qin Ruan said calmly: "That is not hope, it is their destiny to cultivate in this life, and it is a process they must go through."
Song Banxian: "If the boy really marries his girlfriend, he will get divorced sooner or later. The boy will definitely have a second marriage in the future. The fate between these two people is too shallow."
Qin Ruan's tone was calm and he said indifferently: "Just because they have a shallow relationship doesn't mean they can't be together."
She saw more from the childhood sweethearts than Song Banxian.
A girl has no possibility of accompanying a boy throughout her life. Her life span is too short.
Even if it¡¯s a short-lived fate, it¡¯s just?They truly love each other, so why should they care about first and second marriages in the future.
Noticing the vibrating sound coming from the mobile phone in his pocket, Qin Ruan took out his mobile phone.
It was someone in the [Beitai Emperor is on] WeChat group who spoke.
At this moment, another person came to Song Banxian¡¯s stall, a young man dressed in hip-hop style.
As soon as the other party sat down and was about to speak to Song Banxian, he was pushed away by his collar from behind.
"Go away! You're just old enough to tell your fortune. Go back to your mother to drink milk!"
The man with dyed yellow hair threw the hip-hop man aside, wiped the stool with his sleeve, and said politely to the middle-aged man with a big belly who came over: "Boss, please sit down!"
Wearing a dark suit and holding a bag under his arm, an awkward middle-aged man sat in front of Song Banxian.
Behind him stood two big men wearing sunglasses. As for Huang Mao, he stood aside and nodded to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man reached out and brushed his greasy hair, revealing a gold and jade ring on his hand, a conspicuous gold watch on his wrist, and a particularly thick gold chain hanging around his neck.
No wonder the other party has a sense of disharmony. He is wearing a suit and these things are too weird.
The middle-aged man glanced at Song Banxian arrogantly: "Old man, I heard that you are quite good at this. Please tell me how your recent fortune is."
¡°These people don¡¯t look like serious people at first glance, especially the man in front of them, who smells like blood.
Song Banxian was not frightened by their fierce aura, and his wise eyes glanced at the middle-aged man.
He picked up the bamboo tube at hand, shook it and handed it to the other party: "Sir, please draw lots first."
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand wearing a gold watch and casually took one from the bamboo tube to sign.
He brought it to his eyes, and his face changed drastically at the sight.
Huang Mao, who was standing next to him, came closer. When he saw that it was a sign, he raised his hand and was about to wave it at Song Banxian.
"Wait!" the middle-aged man stopped.
He slapped the sign in his hand on the table and stared at Song Banxian fiercely: "Old man, is there any solution to this sign?"
Song Banxian calmly picked up the stick on the table and put it back into the bamboo tube.
"It depends on what aspect you ask?"
The middle-aged man looked at Song Banxian suspiciously and sneered: "You don't even want my horoscope, how can you figure out what I want?"
Song Banxian calmly said: "How about giving it a try?"
The man¡¯s face darkened and he snorted: ¡°Then calculate my overall fortune for this year.¡±
Song Banxian shook his head gently at him: "Sir, your anger is too strong. If it goes on for a long time, it will be counterattacked. All your wishes will be in vain."
"Wucao! Old man, are you looking for death?"
Huang Mao stepped forward, reached out to hold Song Banxian's Taoist robe by the collar, and waved his fist to hit him.
Song Banxian glanced at the middle-aged man, and his voice was calm and calm: "Sir, someone tricked you today, which is not a bad thing. Since you are thinking of retreating, you should get rid of him as soon as possible."
Huang Mao¡¯s fist was only a few centimeters away from Song Banxian¡¯s face.
"etc!!!"
The middle-aged man stopped again. This time he looked into Song Banxian's eyes and couldn't help but reveal a solemn expression.
He said in an urgent tone: "Master, what do you mean by what you just said?"
From an old man to a respectful master, this person changed quickly enough without any sense of disobedience.
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