Cute baby is not good: Daddy is too busy

"Guo Shenxian, who doesn't know that you are a master of fortune-telling? If you don't know how to count, who can?"

A small book seller next to him gave him a strange look, "Why don't you count it for that girl? How can you push customers away?"

"Our fortune-telling has three failures, five counts! She, I can't count!" Guo Shenxian smiled and shook his head, "This human heart is the most unpredictable, and fate follows one's heart! If the heart is broken, good fortune will also turn bad. With a good heart, Fukuzawa comes here!"

"Look, you're talking all over again."

"Hahahaha!"

After a while, Lin Xiaoluo and Chu Hejing came out of the temple with four small milk bags, and happened to pass by Guo Shenxian's booth.The little milk buns looked at the word "fortune-telling" and tilted their heads: "What does fortune-telling mean? Mama?"

"Uh..." This question stumped Lin Xiaoluo.

How should I answer them?
"Let me give you an example."

Chu Hejing took over the words and pointed to a row of young saplings not far away.

"Take these trees as an example. They may have been planted here on the same day. However, some trees can grow up to two meters high, and some trees can grow up to 1.8 meters high. Some trees may be here all their lives, and some Trees may be dug up and transplanted elsewhere."

Chu Hejing tried to describe it in simple and easy-to-understand words, hoping that they could understand.

"Oh, I understand! The trees planted here on the same day may not necessarily have the same fate in the future, in other words, they will have different fates!" Daxi raised his eyebrows miraculously and said with pink lips, "It's the same with people! Everyone's fate is different!"

"Smart!" Chu Hejing gave a thumbs up.

Lin Xiaoluo smiled with both eyes: "Daxi is awesome, and has a super understanding ability."

"Hahaha!"

There was a hearty laugh.

Following the laughter, the family turned to Guo Shenxian.

"This child has beautiful features, especially the colored eyebrows, and the ears are whiter than the face, which is a symbol of wisdom and auspiciousness!" Guo Shenxian admired, "The future is boundless."

"Grandpa, are you talking about me?" Daxi looked up at Guo Shenxian, who had an inscrutable expression, and raised his eyebrows, "Are you praising everyone for being so special?"

"Hahahaha!" Guo Shenxian burst into laughter, "I'm not exaggerating!"

He was just telling the truth!
"Grandpa, did you mean that Daxi will become a talent in the future?"

Shuangxi shook Shenxian Guo's hand, "Then you also help me figure it out, will I become a talent in the future?"

"I want to count too!"

"Grandpa, you can also help me with my fortune-telling!"

The little milk buns surrounded Guo Shenxian, curious and looking forward to it.

Guo Shenxian laughed heartily: "Hahaha, I don't tell children's fortunes! I just look at their faces and say something! Besides, fate follows one's heart, and one's fate changes according to one's heart. Fate is not guaranteed!"

"Then do I look good? Grandpa?"

"Invincible and lovely grandpa, where's my face?"

Lin Xiaoluo couldn't laugh or cry at the tireless attitude of the little milk buns. She stepped forward and pulled them away: "Okay, don't disturb grandpa!"

Guo Shenxian looked at Lin Xiaoluo and smiled.

"Okay then, let's not bother Grandpa. Let's go!"

"Goodbye Grandpa!"

"goodbye!"

A row of little people bouncing forward, saw a 80-[-]-year-old grandma sitting in front of them, they all stopped, lowered their voices and asked softly: "Mommy, is this grandma a beggar?"

Lin Xiaoluo glanced at the bowl in front of her and the coins in it, and nodded: "It looks like it is!"

"What a poor old lady!"

The little milk buns frowned: "Then let's help her, shall we?"

"Of course! How should we help the old lady?" Lin Xiaoluo asked for their opinions.

"Let's give her money! I remember Mommy used to do this!"

"Sing her a song, I think the old lady must be very lonely! How about singing the song that Mommy sang when she took us to the orphanage last time?"

"We can still buy her something to eat!" The little milk buns were very sympathetic.The kind of sympathy from the eyes of children is the most real sympathy in the world.

Lin Xiaoluo squatted down, looked at them with a gentle face, and looked at their black crystal-like eyes, pure and innocent eyes: "Whatever you want to do, just do it."