A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

The old lady nodded, sighed and said nothing.

In the man’s Bazi, the wealth star represents his wife. However, the wealth star does not appear in his Bazi, which also means that his fate with his wife is not deep, he cannot make girls happy, and he cannot solve problems in his relationship.

The man's current fortune is that the Heavenly Stem Xin in the fortune actively combines with the Day Master Bing. The Xin Metal Wealth Star represents money and women, suggesting that other women will develop feelings for the man in his fortune.

On the other hand, judging from this year's fortune, men are likely to be in a state of confusion this year, and thus complain to their wives, causing emotional problems between the couple.

Zhang Lan briefly told Tian Qingyong about her views. Then she said to Tian Qingyong, "You can't believe this completely, but you can't disbelieve it either. But since the founding of the People's Republic of China, it has always been popular to promote that man can conquer nature. So most of the time, whether it is good or not depends on how the two people get along."

What is bad feng shui and bad fortune? The mainstream of the new society is that the great roc rises with the wind and soars up to 90,000 miles. What matters is that man can conquer nature. In this environment, changing one's fate against the will of heaven is never just talk.

The more you believe in it, the more unlucky you will be. Changing your destiny is never about acting according to fate's arrangements.

Can you believe it? You can believe it without a doubt. But the premise is that when you do things, you must also believe that you can change.

Because this country was founded against the will of heaven, it is neither necessary nor unnecessary to talk about following the will of heaven at this time.

Moreover, when it comes to love, if two people can really overcome everything, it can change their destiny.

Zhang Lan spoke both the positive and negative words, because essentially, Zhang Lan himself is now the biggest anti-fate.

Therefore, it is really unrealistic to ask Zhang Lan to believe in the arrangement of fate in modern society.

When talking to people about things like zodiac fortune, one can talk a little bit, but Zhang Lan doesn't think it's necessary to say so much.

He doesn't rely on this to make a living, but when the mood strikes him or he can't refuse, he'll say whatever he can.

Apart from that, whether the other party believes it or is satisfied with it has nothing to do with Zhang Lan.

Because Tian Qingyong's aunt came over later, Tian Qingyong, who originally only brought some ingredients and a chef, arranged for someone to send over some offerings and gifts.

One of the principles that Tian Qingyong holds is that etiquette cannot be abolished.

No matter where he goes or who he faces, Tian Qingyong never comes empty-handed.

Including coming to Zhang Lan's house, no matter how many times, even if sometimes he came at the last minute and there was no one there at the time, someone would always send a small gift over afterwards.

Not to mention strangers, people like Zhang Lan, who have a good relationship with Tian Qingyong, would sometimes talk to him and tell him not to be so polite.

But I still agreed this time and did it next time. Sometimes I would make changes, and the things I sent were not expensive, just food, fruits, vegetables, staple foods and the like.

Tian Qingyong often says: "It's produced on our own farm. Please help taste it. The manual work is done by factory workers. No pesticides have been used. I'm giving it to my friends and family to taste. I don't plan to sell it to other people."

After most of the people who came to the Bodhisattva Temple to burn incense, take a walk and chat had left, Zhang Lan went over and prayed for Tian Jiaojiao in front of the Bodhisattva statue.

It doesn't matter whether he really intends to divorce or just wants to use this to prove his status.

These have nothing to do with Zhang Lan. She has to walk her own path, and outsiders have no right to say whether the shoes fit her or not.

Even if you see the feet are exposed and bleeding, some things belong to whoever they belong to. Interfering with other people's fate is never a good choice.

The most important thing is that this is Tian Qingyong’s cousin. If it was Zhang Lan’s cousin, if they had a good relationship, it would just be a matter of whether she could handle it or not.

For example, now, after praying, Zhang Lan, who was about to go home, turned around and saw Zhang Zhipeng standing at the door. He said speechlessly: "What are you doing there?"

"Brother Zhang Lan, I'm here to burn incense to the Buddha, you can help..." Zhang Zhipeng said with a smile.

Zhang Lan pointed to the incense on the table by the wall without saying a word, and sat back in his chair.

Seeing Zhang Lan sitting down, Zhang Zhipeng hurried forward and picked up three incense sticks. He went out to light them, bowed, and then inserted them into the incense burner in the yard.

Afterwards, he entered the house and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times in front of the Bodhisattva statue. Zhang Lan rang the bell with some surprise, wondering what on earth this guy had done. Was he feeling guilty or something?

After Zhang Zhipeng finished his greeting, Zhang Lan asked, "What's going on?"

Zhang Zhipeng scratched his forehead, thought for a moment and then said, "Brother Zhang Lan, let me tell you something. Can you please not tell my parents about it first?"

Zhang Lan raised his eyebrows, thinking that it was not a small matter. After thinking for a while, he stood up and said, "Let's go home and talk about it. Someone might come here someday."

"By the way, your brother Zhang Hu is also outside. Why don't you ask your brother Zhang Hu to listen too. He has better ideas than me on some things and has more experience." When they were about to go out, Zhang Lan suddenly remembered and turned around to ask.

Zhang Zhipeng thought about it and nodded: "That's fine."

This sentence may have made Zhang Lan feel relieved. It seemed that it was not a particularly difficult matter. It was just that Zhang Zhipeng was not able to tell his parents and needed them to make a decision.

After leaving the yard, they called Zhang Hu who was chatting with someone, and the three of them went to the living room of Zhang Lan's house.

After sitting down on the sofa, Zhang Hu, who knew the reason on the way, said: "What happened, Zhipeng? It's okay. In Canghe, even if it's murder or arson, the brothers can pass the message to you and talk to people."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zhang Lan was speechless.

"It's okay, it's just a joke." Zhang Hu said with a smile.

Zhang Zhipeng sat on the sofa in silence for a while. After organizing his words, he began to talk about an experience he had during this period.

A high school classmate of his had his driver's license revoked for drunk driving when he was driving out to work. Zhang Zhipeng happened to be going home at the time, so the other party asked him to help drive the car back to Canghe.

Zhang Zhipeng usually takes the high-speed rail home, which is not only fast but also worry-free. This time he drove back on the highway all the way, which took about 7 or 8 hours.

Moreover, Zhang Zhipeng basically never drove long distances after getting his driver's license. He just drove around Canghe for fun after returning home, so Zhang Zhipeng was not very happy about it.

But he couldn't resist the other party's constant talking, and later asked a mutual classmate and friend to talk to him. Unable to resist the emotional relationship, Zhang Zhipeng agreed to drive the car back from Jiangcheng.

Because he was unfamiliar with the road conditions and rarely drove on the highway for such a long time on weekdays, Zhang Zhipeng started at around five in the morning and did not get off the highway exit at Canghe until after four in the afternoon.

His classmate was waiting for a summons for his second drunk driving offense and originally planned to go home and wait for news, as the high-speed rail ride only took more than two hours.

By that time, there would be enough time to rush from home to Jiangcheng, but Zhang Zhipeng did not expect to receive a police notification just before leaving, so he drove back by himself.