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It was midsummer, and the sound of cicadas kept singing, and the strong fragrance of jasmine drifted along the breeze to the famous ancient alley outside the northwest gate of Yuwu University.

A fat and strong orange cat swished on the bluestone road, passed through the bustling vendors on the street, got into the shade of a pomegranate tree next to a kiosk under the wall, and squinted comfortably, squinting its eyes.

The pomegranates on the top of its head are blooming, and the fire-like flowers are blooming among the dark green leaves, warmly flowing with the branches.

In the pavilion next to the pomegranate flowers, a boy leaned against the pillar beside him with his head down.

The brim of his black hat was pushed down very low, revealing only the soft black hair under the hat, a graceful jawline and the white earphones buckled in his ears, as if he was trapped in bright red pomegranate flowers.

He has a thin and slender figure, a braided red rope wrapped around his slender white neck and fell into his white shirt, whether it is the two long legs casually resting on the ground, or the slender fingers hanging down, they are all very attractive Attention.

Of course, what is more eye-catching is a piece of white cardboard placed beside him on the back of the bench chair. The calligraphy on it is chic, sharp and powerful.

——For 30 yuan, fortune telling and fortune-telling, if you can’t buy it, you will suffer a loss and you can’t be fooled.

The payment QR codes of WeChat and Alipay are also posted below.

People passing by couldn't help whispering, looking at the boy, there was a bit of regret for seeing the young man who had lost his footing.

Suddenly, someone who didn't know howled: "The urban management is here!"

The vendors on the side of the road immediately tidied up their stalls and dispersed in a crowd.

And the boy leaning on the pillar of the pavilion remained motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

"Wake up."

The shoulder was patted hard.

Bai Miao opened his sleepy eyes, pulled off the earphones and looked up, and found a city management officer in a dark blue uniform standing in front of him.

The urban management brother frowned and looked at the boy who couldn't open his eyes, and asked, "Do you know that stalls are not allowed here? Take out your ID."

It took a while for Bai Miao to wake up. She touched her body slowly and took out a student ID card.

The urban management brother took a look at the student ID card, carefully checked the photo on it, and couldn't help being a little surprised in his tone: "I don't have a college student? What's wrong with being young, and what are you doing... fortune-telling?"

Bai Miao glanced at the extremely flamboyant "Don't Get Out" beside her, rubbed the center of her brows vigorously, raised her head and said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, I'm doing social practice, observing the struggle between human reason and desire and self The ability of hypnotic self-soothing."

The urban management brother paused, apparently he did not expect Bai Miao to spit out such a long list of nouns.

He stabilized his momentum, and said: "You are obviously an art major, and you need social practice?"

Bai Miao: "I majored in psychology."

"Then you can't set up a stall here, and these are all deceptive things. You, a college student, don't know about it?"

Bai Miao nodded deeply: "I think so too, this world is materialistic, we have to believe in science."

His appearance made the urban management brother choke again.

In the end, the urban management elder brother had no choice but to educate Bai Miao, took the sign away, and let him go.

Bai Miao picked up her bag and stepped out of the kiosk calmly. Not long after, she bumped into a tall boy running over panting on the bluestone road.

He didn't wait for the tall boy to speak, and stretched out his hand directly: "Power bank."

The tall boy slapped the charging treasure in Bai Miao's hand, stretched his head and looked at the back of the urban management officers who were catching the peddler to make a bill, and his tone couldn't hide his excitement: "The bull, the magic stick, even hit the urban management staff and retreated completely."

Bai Miao lowered her head to charge the phone that was running out of battery, and simply recounted what happened to the curious boy.

"No, no, no." The boy lowered his voice mysteriously: "Is this all an excuse you made up? In fact, your master is a magician, and you are a student of the magician. You have to do trigrams every month, but It is only for those who are destined, and the fortune-telling money must be donated..."

again.

Bai Miao silently pushed away the boy's head, eyes half closed due to sleepiness: "The old man is my adoptive father. In addition, I suggest that Young Master Wen read less novels, and then re-study high school philosophy."

The tall boy, that is, Wen Congquan was dissatisfied immediately, and questioned: "Since you must be the successor of socialism, then why do you set up a fortune-telling booth?"

Bai Miao's eyelids rolled up: "Didn't you say it, social practice, observation of human nature."

Wen Congquan: "Come on, I haven't seen you go to social practice before, it must be because of the teacher's mission..."

Bai Miao said bluntly: "Well, actually I have no money, and I plan to cheat some money."

Wen Congquan: "..."

How can anyone say the word cheating money so confidently?

Bai Miao yawned, "I'm starving to death, do you want to eat Sha County?"

Wen Congquan: "Don't, what Sha County are you eating? I'll invite you to the most expensive restaurant. You must tell me the truth this time..."

Bai Miao kicked it over, and scolded with a smile: "Get lost, eat or not."

"Damn, you are so cruel..."

Wen Congquan held his chest exaggeratedly and stepped back again and again, accidentally rubbing off a piece of paper pasted on the green brick wall.

He looked down and found that it was a printed bounty, posted on the wall in a row.

Judging from the blurry black and white picture, it is a middle-aged man with hanging eyes, rough eyebrows, and a flat and long mouth.

Wen Congquan shook his head and offered a reward, "Just this photo, you wouldn't recognize it if you walked up to it."

"It's a little bit." Bai Miao took it and took a look, looked around and found that there was no trash can nearby, so he stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"Isn't there a trash can over there? Why are you..."

Wen Congquan turned his head to look, and saw Bai Miao lazily leaning against the blue brick wall, his eyes were almost closed.

Wen Congquan: "..."

"Let's go, let's go to Sha County."

The transparent air-conditioning curtain hanging from the gate of Sha County cut off the heat. It was already past noon, and there was no one in Sha County. Wen Congquan specially chose a seat near the air conditioner in the corner to sit down.

After sitting down, Wen Congquan continued to babble excitedly, even some god possessed, yin and yang eyes, and golden pupils appeared.

Bai Miao moved back disgustedly, and said, "I said it all to cheat money, can you stop the meeting?"

Wen Congquan: "...Do you think I'm stupid? How can you cheat money like this?"

Bai Miao's expression was hopeless, and those who wished would take the bait.

"Whatever, it's just a trick to fool people."

Wen Congquan was completely convinced: "You are awesome."

Wen Congquan poked another steamed dumpling, waved his chopsticks but did not stuff it into his mouth.

He looked at Bai Miao's face, and said: "By the way, the subsidiary company I'm staying at now is engaged in online games. It happens that we are developing a new Gufeng online game recently, and we are in urgent need of Gufeng original painters..."

Bai Miao didn't raise her head: "It's okay to draw two drafts, let's just go to work."

Wen Congquan understood what he meant, Bai Miao painted a painting as if his energy had been sucked dry, and he looked like he would die if he didn't sleep for three to five days. I was really afraid that he would die suddenly in the studio one day.

Such a person is really not suitable for a nine-to-five job, and often stays up late to work on drawing sketches.

Wen Congquan opened his mouth and closed it again.

The young man in front of him lowered his eyes, and his hands, which were born to hold paintbrushes, were now holding a pair of rough disposable chopsticks. His demeanor seemed to be out of tune with the messy Sha County around him.

Wen Congquan felt a little sad and turned his eyes away.

However, the person who was distressed and regretted on the other side didn't appreciate it at all, and clicked his tongue: "Are you going to eat it or not? If you don't eat it, just put down that steamed dumpling."

Wen Congquan: "..."

Wen Congquan groaned angrily, and ate the steamed dumplings on the chopsticks.

He is an idiot who thinks that Bai Miao will be sad!

While talking, a man with an unshaven beard walked in with his back lifted up the air-conditioning curtain, he seemed to be the son of the owner of Sha County.

Bai Miao looked up, stared at the man for a moment, then calmly lowered her head and continued eating the noodles.

Wen Congquan didn't know why, so he turned his head and looked behind him, but found nothing unusual: "What's wrong?"

Bai Miao: "It's okay."

Wen Congquan ate steamed dumplings, and said vaguely: "Actually, you can try other ways, post your works on the Internet, and then go to various art exhibitions to try your luck, maybe you can make a fortune in the painting circle by yourself? When the time comes to climb to the top, hit that surnamed Zhang hard in the face, and then say contemptuously..."

Bai Miao is inexplicable: "Who said I want to break into the painting circle?"

Wen Congquan got stuck, and suddenly became anxious: "You really don't plan to take the road of painting? Didn't your paintings sell out at the art exhibition last time? There is still hope."

Bai Miao's chopsticks twitched indistinctly, and a figure flashed in his mind unexpectedly.

"Shen stick, what are you thinking?" Wen Congquan hesitated to speak, and finally asked.

Bai Miao quickly recovered, and smiled indifferently: "There are not many people who are taken advantage of in this world, and why can't they survive?"

"But……"

Bai Miao shook her head and put down her chopsticks, "It's not interesting to squeeze into a so-called circle for fame and fortune."

After speaking, he picked up his mobile phone and walked to the QR code on the front wall to scan the code to pay.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang".

The unshaven man next to him suddenly slapped the table and yelled at the owner of Sha County, "How can such a small amount of money be enough?"

The sporadic customers who were eating in the store looked back in fright.

Bai Miao stood in front of the payment code, lowered her head and pressed on the screen for a while, then turned her head and walked back.

The boss looked sad, looked at the customers in the shop and smiled repeatedly, and coaxed in a low voice: "Zaizai, Dad has to continue working now, and I will go to the bank to get it for you after the store is closed."

"There's no time!" The man paced back and forth extremely anxiously, his gloomy eyes suddenly fell on the back of Bai Miao who was walking back.

"careful!"

A strong wind came from behind, Bai Miao dodged sideways vigilantly.

The rushing man was too late to stop, and bumped into other guests' dining tables with a "bang".

The bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground "crackling", almost bringing the table over.

The man was half lying on the crooked dining table, his arms outstretched frantically, trying to catch the screaming and fleeing people.

Bai Miao kicked the table, kicked the table and the man into the inside, turned around and grabbed Wen Congquan, and walked quickly outside the Shaxian store.

Finding that he couldn't catch those fleeing people, the man got up again with red eyes, took out a small knife from his trouser pocket, and rushed towards Bai Miao and the others.

Bai Miao frowned slightly, and pushed Wen Congquan.

He dodged the knife he was waving indiscriminately, and kicked the man's knee!

The man was caught off guard and staggered suddenly.

Bai Miao neatly grabbed the man's arm that was stabbed with a knife, followed the trend, pulled his arm and twisted it forcefully, pinning him down on the ground.

With a "clang", the sharp fruit knife fell down.

"Fuck you! Let me go!" The man who was pinned to the ground howled and struggled desperately.

However, Bai Miao looked thin, but he was quite strong. He raised his foot and stepped on the man's vigorously struggling calf, suppressing the man tightly.

"What are you doing? Let go of my son!" The boss hurried out from behind the counter as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Bai Miao took out the reward offer from his pocket and patted it on the back of the man's head, raised his chin to Wen Congquan: "Stop him."

Wen Congquan, who rushed back in a hurry, heard this, and quickly stepped forward to stop the yelling boss.

Wen Congquan was sweating: "What should I do next, call the police? But I have no hands..."

Bai Miao said concisely: "Wait."

Wen Congquan:?