Qingcheng dyed red makeup, Jiangnan and the autumn color.
This year, Su Mo buried after the dead mother alone, Xu is the accumulation of cold in previous years to make Su Jingyan body particularly weak.
Su Jingyan sat on a leaf boat, walking between the ancient towns...
The river reflected Su Jingyan's plain clothes, and was broken into pieces by the water waves of the boat.
He did not see that the water in the river reflected a faint glimmer of bronze...
Two more days is the time for him to participate in the township examination (autumn chamber), and this leaf boat has advanced to the ancient city of the township examination.
Such as boat landing, Su Jingyan stepped on the stone bank.
There are pedestrians on both sides of the street, and various hawker stalls stand on both sides of the street in the busy city.
Su Jingyan seems to wander aimlessly in the streets, like a lonely soul.
"Mille hi Hi hi -- sweet gourd!" A hawker shouted at the top of his voice among the people coming and going.
Su Jingyan a plain clothes, green face flashing confusion, heard the shout slowly shook his head towards another street.
Didn't wait a few steps, I don't know why... Su Jingyan still turned to the vendor stall selling sugar gourd, elegant opening asked:
"How to sell sugar gourd?"
When the vendor saw someone coming, he immediately showed the color of joy, "a string of one article."
"Give me two..." Su Jingyan looked stiff, shook his head and said, "Give me a string..."
"All right! The vendor pulled off a string of sugar gourd on the handle and handed it to Su Jingyan.
Su Jingyan paid the money to turn around and leave, tasting the sugar gourd, but I do not know why, the mouth rose a bitter meaning.
Perhaps the peddler's syrup has survived... Su Jingyan shook his head, but he was not willing to discard the bitter sugar gourd.
Unconsciously, Su Jingyan walked for a long time and came to the end of the street.
There was no pedestrian on the street, only a fortune-telling stall on the side, and the fortune-teller seemed not to make money, and even put the stall on the street.
"Brother, do you want to tell your fortune?" The fortune-teller seemed to sense someone passing by and asked.
The fortune-teller was dressed in white, his frosty white long spread on his shoulders, but his eyes were wrapped in a layer of black cloth, so that people could not see his face.
Su Jingyan turned his head to see that the fortune-teller was blindfolded. He must have been a blind man... No wonder he put it at the end of the deserted street. He couldn't see it.
Su Jingyan sighed, the heart could not bear, slowly walked to the fortune-telling stall, in front of the fortune-teller opened his mouth: "How to calculate?"
"A penny counts a divination..." The fortune-teller began.
Su Jingyan nodded, took out one piece from the few copper coins in his arms, put them on the table, and left.
"Little brother only give money, but don't want to listen to the old man give you a divination?" The fortune-teller listened to Su Jingyan's footsteps and left, asking.
Su Jingyan's footsteps stopped and slowly shook his head, "No need... I don't believe in destiny..."
"It's both business and cause and effect..." The old way began slowly:
"Since Lao Dao has taken a penny from the little brother, whether the little brother believes it or not, Lao Dao still wants to calculate the divinators for the little brother..."
Su Jingyan smell speech a leng, sighed, back to the stall.
"Brother's name and character please bother to say again, the old way can not see, can only listen to brother's dictation..."
The fortune-teller pulled a piece of yellow paper, fumbled and picked a pen on the side of the pen holder, wet the tip of the pen on the tip of his tongue, and waited for Su Mo to open.
"Surname Su, first name Mo, character Jingyan..." Su Jingyan looked at the fortune-teller serious appearance, but open.
Fortune-teller blind pen, will Su Mo Jingyan four words written on the paper.
After writing all the words, the fortune-teller hung back his pen, held up the paper and sighed: "The life of the little brother... But it's a little bitter."
'Oh? Su Jingyan listened to the other side say so, then opened his mouth and asked: "What solution?"
"Su Yi Zi... Here is' grass ', below is' do '..."
The fortune-teller sighed: "Do for 'force' side two points, this' force 'and' pro 'meaning."
Two are parents, but both are under the grass...
The fortune-teller opened his mouth: "Surely little brother buried his parents with his own hands not long ago..."
Su Jingyan trembled and stared at the fortune-teller, but the fortune-teller had a black cloth wrapped over his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression...
The fortune-teller pointed to the words of the scene, although the eyes are blind, but the fingers point to the exact.
"Look again at the word 'Jingyan'...."
"I believe that when my parents wrote the word for the little Corinthians, it means' the scene is spoken with ink '..."
"But this" scene "with ink" words "is destined to be only one color of green..."
"When green ink falls on paper, it will stain the surrounding spots with green ink... It is also doomed that everyone around him will suffer because of him, and he is doomed to be lonely."
"This word has the appearance of a lone star..."
Su Jingyan suddenly like a dream, staring at the fortune-teller. His biological parents died when he was a baby, and so did his adoptive parents...
Can I really be the fate of a lone star... Su Jingyan lost his eyes, looked at the fortune-teller and slowly opened his mouth: "Sir, please continue..."
The fortune-teller sighed, pointed to the word "scenery" and slowly opened his mouth:
"Then look at the word 'jing', split into 'yue' and 'Beijing'....."
"This' Yue 'means words, and' Jing 'means the imperial city. The combination is' scenery ', but this green ink scene is' sad painting '..."
"The little brother will be in the" emperor "above" words "a picture of a sad scene, this and 'sad scene also will be little elder brother really miserable life starting point..."
"Just weird..."
Su Jingyan looked at the fortune-teller, but did not know whether the fortune-teller was really capable, or made up, but the heart did not know why the bitterness.
"Strange what?
The fortune-teller pointed to the "ink" word again, shook his hand, and said with endless mysterious meaning:
"This word" mo ", above is "black", below is "earth", combined is "ink"..."
"' Ink 'means' try'. And the word "soil" is "township", the two echo is "township examination"...."
"And this' black 'is' Yin', and 'Yin' is' bereavement '... This..."
The fortune-teller looked up, clearly blind and wrapped in black cloth, but let Su Jingyan have the feeling of being watched.
"The hexagram shown by the word 'Mo' is..." The fortune teller sighed deeply...
"Little brother will die in the coming 'local examination'..."