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Seeing Yu Wan's bewildered expression, Ye Xiuping couldn't help but ask, "You...didn't see him on the way?"

The lights on the road were dim, and Yu Wan was completely tied to the charcoal-grilled fish balls. He didn't remember if he saw Bian Yun running over.

As for Cen Xi, he could only see fish balls, big and small, and other idlers were automatically filtered out.

Yu Wan was extremely guilty, and just about to go back to look for it, Cen Xi grabbed him, took out his cell phone, and said helplessly: "What are you running, I'll give him a call."

Yu Wan watched Cen Xi skillfully dial Bian Yun's number, and suddenly felt a little lost.

It turns out...it's not just me remembering my own number.

The phone rang twice before being connected. Bian Yun on the other end was out of breath, and said loudly, "Your little fish ball is still waiting at the door? Where are you?"

Ye Xiuping, who was leaning against the doorway, heard the words "Your little fish ball", and looked at Cen Xi with delicate eyes, with no expression on his face.

Cen Xi: "I'm already back."

He paused, and before Bian Yun was about to curse, he added a friendly sentence: "Yu Wan is also by my side."

Bian Yun who just ran to the empty square: "..."

"I'm sorry Brother Bian Yun," Yu Wan grabbed Cen Xi's hand and said to the other end of the phone, "I... forgot. Seeing that you haven't come, I thought you had something to do at the hotel. I'm sorry."

Cen Xi patted his head, and said softly, "It's okay, Bian Datou runs very fast, so let's exercise before going to bed."

Although the voice was small, it was caught by Bian Yun on the other end, and he was so angry that he almost died on the spot. Tons of dog food were slapped on his face indiscriminately. He stood alone in the empty square, feeling like a dog. desolate.

Before going to bed, Yu Wan used to sit on the bed with his knees hugged, waiting for Cen Xi to read to him.

This is a new hypnosis method that Cen Xi has explored in the past two days. The story is read in English.

On the other side of the bed, Bian Yun covered his head with a quilt, motionless as if dead, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

After Cen Xi finished washing, seeing Yu Wan's expectant eyes, he took another thin quilt and added it to him: "The temperature will cool down tonight, cover it up a little more, what do you want to hear?"

"Hmm... The Old Man and the Sea?" Yu Wan thought for a while, and seemed to have only listened to half of it last night.

Cen Xi nodded, and went to bed himself, and handed Yu Wan the small ecological ball placed by the bedside—a bad habit that Yu Wan had developed recently, and he couldn't fall asleep without holding this ball.

Yu Wan leaned against the wall, Cen Xi wrapped him in a thin quilt, and then began to tell stories unhurriedly.

With no books, no mobile phone, and no reference materials, Cen Xi's brain is like a sophisticated and powerful computer. As long as Yu Wan has a story he wants to hear, he can recite it with his mouth.

Yu Wan listened intently at first, but after ten minutes or so, his eyelids began to twitch. Cen Xi's clear and slightly magnetic voice rang in his ears. Getting a head start, he accidentally fell headlong into Cen Xi's arms.

Cen Xi embraced him with one arm, and the tone of his sentence was not affected in the slightest. When Yu Wan fell down, he woke up for a moment, and when he heard the eloquent voice, he immediately felt drowsy again.

"...Then hethought, think of italways. Think of what you are doing..." Cen Xi stopped talking, and looked down at Yu Wan who was curled up on his chest.

The chestnut hair was rubbed up, Yu Wan held the small ecological ball with one hand, and the quilt with the other, and quietly pillowed on Cen Xi's body, her white sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful.

Cen Xi watched quietly for a while, then adjusted the quilt again, raised his hand and turned off the small lamp attached to the bed, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

He leaned forward and lightly touched Yu Wan's forehead, with a soft voice:

"Good night."

<<<<<

On the second night, a familiar guest came to Yu Wan's fortune telling stall.

She was the girl of the first young couple to come to him.

Yu Wan was boringly arranging the tarot cards one by one into a triangle, glanced at the girl with slightly swollen eyelids, and said nothing.

"He..." The girl's voice was a little hoarse, and she paused for a while before she could speak clearly, "He passed out today and was sent to the hospital."

"Well," Yu Wan put all the tarot cards into a triangle, then withdrew his hand, slightly looked up at the girl who was about his age, and said calmly, "Sorry."

The girl's spirit is not very good, and she speaks incoherently: "Actually, you can tell me directly, I... I don't know, I had a fight with him yesterday..."

Yu Wan's fingertips lightly brushed over the triangular tower of the Tarot card he built: "I told you so."

The girl saw his indifferent face, tears were about to fall again: "You are so vague, how could I know, he never told me..."

"...You could have sent him to the hospital earlier, why...why are you so cold-blooded?"

Hearing the girl's choked up words, Yu Wan stopped his movements, his fingers fell down inadvertently, and the set up tarot cards collapsed under the applied external force.

He raised his eyes coldly, and looked at the crying girl in front of him, trembling all over: "You know it yourself, it can't be saved."

The girl grabbed the corner of the table with such force that her knuckles turned white, and hersed, "I don't know!"

Yu Wan rubbed between his brows irritably, and said, "You have no position to accuse me."

"The reason why I didn't tell you the truth directly is because your boyfriend didn't want to say it himself. This is a matter between the two of you. I respect the choice of either of you."

"As for you playing around with your temper without knowing his physical condition," Yu Wan said without any emotion in his eyes, cool and silent, "That's your own business, even if you regret it, don't come to me to make excuses."

"There is no excuse for hurting." His tone was not very good.

The girl was startled, and then heard the soft-looking boy in front of her say coldly: "You have all this time to argue with me, why don't you go back and look at him more."

The girl stood there for a while, then turned around and left.

Yu Wan looked at her back as she staggered away, and didn't move for a long time.

Although it seems that there is no emotional fluctuation, the girl's words still have a little influence on him.

Yu Wan pursed his lips tightly, and picked up the messy cards on the table one by one.

Cold-blooded...?

He didn't know it himself.

After all, I have seen too much since I was a child, and if I pay a little attention, I can see that there are lives lingering in the gray dead air in every corner.

There are homeless men wrapped in rags, passers-by with pale faces and hurried walks, animals with messy hair, and rich people driving around in luxury cars.

Some people know it, some people don't, but Yu Wan knows it all.

In his eyes, death has always been predictable.

Also because of the lack of sudden surprises, Yu Wan is used to quietly watching them leave quickly or slowly. He tried to persuade them to stay but failed.

So a doomed result, there is no need to be sad about it, is there?

How can you say that you are cold-blooded?

Yu Wan found that his fingers were trembling a little, he slowly closed his five fingers together into a fist, and then pressed against the hard table.

The knuckles hurt a little, and the next moment, Yu Wan's hand was suddenly and gently grasped.

"What's the matter?" Sensing Cen Xi's caring gaze from beside him, Yu Wan's clenched hands suddenly loosened.

He lowered his eyelashes to cover up the emotions in his eyes, and his tone returned to his usual clear and clean: "It's okay, I just had cramps in my hand."

Since the senior likes the sunny and innocent self, there is no need for him to find another Yu Wan.

<<<<<

The calm days were coming to an end soon, but on the evening of the last day, a group of people wearing red silk and beating gongs and drums suddenly came to the square.

Yu Wan looked at them curiously, but found...these people seemed to be targeting him.

The middle-aged man in the lead looked familiar. While Yu Wan was in a daze, he had already rushed in front of Yu Wan, and excitedly slapped the small table, his glasses almost flew off his face: "God of Wealth!"

Yu Wan: "..."

He stared blankly at the middle-aged man talking about his experience of getting rich overnight, and finally remembered who this man was.

"God of Wealth! You are the God of Wealth!" The man's loud voice attracted all the nearby tourists to come over and point around.

Yu Wan tried to stop his eloquent words: "Well, don't be so excited, it's just a coincidence."

The man paused for a while, then laughed loudly: "It really is a master!"

He beckoned the suona player behind him to come forward, and personally presented Yu Wan with a banner of "Master of Fengshui in the World". Yu Wan accepted the banner stiffly, and was forced to take two pictures with the man.

Later, the man insisted on donating 10 yuan to Yu Wan, repeatedly saying that Yu Wan was his nobleman: "Accept it! If you don't accept it, you won't give me face!"

"..." Yu Wan turned his head and asked Bian Yun, who was watching the excitement, "Is this money included in the turnover?"

Bian Yun watched the play with relish, and slapped his thigh when he heard the words: "That's right! Didn't we earn 10 yuan a day?"

In the end, Yu Wan couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to accept the 10 yuan. People from the program team came out to discuss for a long time, and finally decided to count it into the turnover.

"He gave it to you, you can take it yourself." Cen Xi said.

Yu Wan took a drink of water from the house, and was shocked to find that there was a long queue in front of his fortune-telling stall, with a visual estimate of 30 to [-] people, and curious passers-by kept coming to watch.

Yu Wan didn't understand, so he asked, "What are they doing?"

Bian Yun: "I'm here to tell your fortune."

Yu Wan: "..."

He had no choice but to sit down, and immediately there were tourists who couldn't wait to come up and asked about cause and effect.

"Wait a minute," Yu Wan made a pause gesture to the long line, pointed to the store, with a mischievous smile on his lips, "Buy a souvenir for a fortune-telling, don't force it or sell it, sell it till the end."

The author has something to say: I like a sentence in this chapter: You don’t need any excuses for hurting

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Then hethought, think of italways. Think of what you are doing. Excerpt from "The Old Man and the Sea"