Smooth road

The fortune teller glanced at the food and wine on the ground, pursed his lips, swallowed, and then nodded slightly at me

. He put down the bamboo tray he was holding and took the bottle of baijiu I handed him. After lightly clinking

the bottles together, he began to drink it in large gulps, looking as if he hadn't eaten in a long time,

wolfing ...

"Thank you for inviting me for a drink. We're just strangers, I shouldn't accept such a favor. Please ask me anything."

At first we didn't say a word, just drank together. After we had drunk more than half of the baijiu, slightly tipsy,

he was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

"I don't have any questions, I just wanted someone to drink with me tonight, that's all." I turned to look at him,

then looked away. I really didn't want to look at his face; the night was too terrifying.

"You seem troubled. I'm a fortune teller, and I can help you find the answers. Ask away, it's free. Consider it repayment

for the meal you provided. I don't tell fortunes for just anyone." He took a big gulp of wine, as if he hadn't drunk

any in a long time. After saying this, the fortune teller glanced at the food and wine on the ground, pursed his lips, swallowed, and

then nodded slightly at me. He put down

the

bamboo tray in his hand and took the bottle of white wine I offered. After lightly clinking bottles together, he

started gulping down his drink, looking like he hadn't eaten in ages

, wolfing it down like that…

“Thank you for inviting me for a drink. We're just strangers, I shouldn't accept such a favor. Ask me anything.” We didn't exchange a word

at first , just drank. After downing most of the liquor,

slightly tipsy, he broke the silence.

“I don't have any problems, I just wanted someone to drink with tonight, that's all.” I glanced at him,

then looked away. I really didn't want to look at his face; the night was too terrifying.

“You have something on your mind? I'm a fortune teller, I can help you. Ask away, it's free, consider it repayment

for the meal. I don't tell just anyone’s fortune.” He took a big gulp, seemingly having not drunk in a long time

, but his face held a hint of arrogance, as if he was very

confident .

"I've never believed in fortune telling. It's all about human effort." Fueled by the alcohol, I finally spoke my

mind, admitting my disbelief in such superstitious beliefs.

"Brother, some things don't cease to exist just because you don't believe in them. Whether I'm accurate or not, you might as well try it

;

you

won't lose anything anyway." He turned to look at me, grinning, his breath reeking of alcohol and his

yellow teeth clearly unbrushed.

"Heh, if you're really that accurate, you should be making a lot of money. Since you're so accurate,

why don't you find a way to make money? Why are you in such a sorry state?" Perhaps because I was in a bad mood,

or perhaps because I was drunk, I didn't hold back at all.

"Want to hear my story?" The fortune teller, instead of being angry at my words,

picked up a pig's ear and ate it as he spoke. Perhaps he hadn't confided in anyone in a long time,

and this chance encounter was precious to him; perhaps I was a good confidant for him.

"Well, I can tell you have a story to tell." The silence was too profound; let's just pretend he's telling

a story . Judging from his eyes, this man must have had a complicated past, and I was filled with curiosity.

"My great-grandfather's generation started as fortune tellers, from the Qing Dynasty to my generation, it's been over a hundred years.

The methods of fortune telling have been passed down from generation to generation. In the past, people were superstitious, and money was easy to make. Even now,

although living standards have improved, there are still many superstitious people. Our family is different from other

fortune tellers; we've always kept an almanac, and we have our own methods for fortune telling. Most

fortune tellers are charlatans; those who truly know how to divine are very few." He paused here, taking

a swig of his drink. "I just don't know why, perhaps because we were punished by heaven for revealing secrets, ever since my great-grandfather

started fortune-telling, our family has not only failed to become wealthy, but has become worse with each generation, and almost all of them have met with bad ends.

My father also told me before he died that I should stop fortune-telling and find some normal work. So, he didn't pass on his fortune-telling methods to me before he

died ."

"Because my father didn't pass on his fortune-telling methods to me, I was lonely and helpless from a young age, so I had to find other

work . Later, I became a shipwright

, wandering the seas. Later, I accidentally found the family almanac among my father's belongings. In the monotonous years of sailing, I carefully studied that almanac. At first, it was just to

pass the time, but over time, I really mastered it..." As he said this, he raised his head and

looked at the night sky, his eyes slowly revealing memories and confusion.

"After I learned fortune telling, I discovered a way to make money. I gradually built up my reputation and became

a fortune teller. Back then, I only told fortunes for wealthy people, unlike now when I sell things on the street. Many wealthy people came to me for fortune telling ,

and each reading cost at least 2 yuan, sometimes more. I made a lot of money, got married, had children, and lived

a good life. But then one time, I couldn't resist the temptation of money, and with a侥幸心理 (a gambler's mentality),

I gave someone a 'death' reading and revealed it to that person..." At this point, perhaps recalling

something painful, his eyes filled with anguish. "As a result... I suffered retribution. First, I was injured in an accident

and became disabled, spending all my savings. My wife took the children and

abandoned Then , I developed vitiligo on

the third floor , and I've been down and out ever since... Retribution, retribution! I regret not listening to my father." After hearing him finish, I looked closely at his legs. It turned out his legs were...

He was huddled together, each leg only half-length, appearing as if he were cross-legged under the cover of night. Under his buttocks

was a rubber mat, and on either side of him were two small wooden stools for gripping. It seemed he was

using these stools to shuffle along the ground.

Seeing his appearance and his past reminded me of a character from the movie *Storm Riders*, Mud Bodhisattva, who

revealed a secret to Xiong Ba: "A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it transforms into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds,"

ultimately resulting in his body being covered in poisonous sores. I never thought such a thing could happen in real life. However, I still didn't believe his words;

I could only say he was incredibly unlucky. Leakage

?

A secret? Divine retribution? How could that be?

"Since you were so accurate in your calculations, why are you now starving? Even though you've encountered hardships

, at least you should have enough to eat." Although I didn't believe him, hearing his tragic backstory, I

couldn't help but ask.

"Now, I have no other way to live. My wife and children are gone, and I have no relatives left. If I stop fortune-telling to survive,

what other way out do I have? Besides, now I only ask for a meal when I tell fortunes, and I never charge money. It's a way to atone for

my sins and pray for my wife and son. Although they've left me, I never hate them... I

live one day at a time, living in the present, never thinking about what tomorrow will bring..."

Hearing his last words, I couldn't help but admire his open-mindedness. If I could be as

carefree , I wouldn't have been feeling so troubled for so many days.

"Brother, to repay your kindness in providing a meal, I will sincerely perform a divination for you. Tell me your

birth date and name." He put down his wine, then took out a yellowed, tattered notebook and a

pencil he'd picked up somewhere. Having nothing better to do, I told him my birth date and name. He was a

stranger , so I wasn't afraid of any trouble. Besides, what if he could help me resolve my inner conflict? Although I

didn't have high hopes. After hearing my birth date and name, he

started , something like ancient arithmetic or scribbles, formatted somewhat like modern equations

. In short, I couldn't understand it…

"Brother, you've been troubled by love lately…" After drawing for a while, he looked up at me with a somewhat ambiguous

expression. I froze after his first sentence. Could this really be calculated? Did that mean

he knew everything about my family? At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat. Admitting it wasn't true, denying

it wasn't true either; I didn't know how to answer. It must be a guess…

"Give me your hand…" He extended his filthy hand. As if controlled, I put down my

wine and offered my hand. He grabbed my hand, pinched his thumb and forefinger between my middle fingers, and

closed his eyes doing something I couldn't understand. I could only wait, as time ticked by.

"Brother, just now I held your fingers, closed my eyes, and sensed your current state of mind and your future

fate..." After about five minutes, just as I was about to lose my patience, he released my fingers and opened his eyes.

I held my breath, waiting for his words; perhaps he really could help me resolve my inner conflict.

"I just saw a scene: on a deserted beach, there was a naked female corpse.

Soon after, some people passed by the corpse, glanced at it, shook their heads with regret, and walked away

. After a while, another man came, glanced at the naked corpse, thought for a moment, took off

his clothes and covered the corpse, and then walked away. After a long time, a third man came,

looked at the corpse a few times, picked it up, went to a place, dug a hole, buried the corpse

, and erected a blank tombstone. The next day, he even brought paper money to worship her..." He said, looking at me,

but his eyes were very clear, without any other expression. It seemed that he had foreseen something, but not in great

detail. I could only comfort myself with this thought.

"Brother, you've been troubled by love lately. This scene reflects your state of mind and your future fate. Actually, this

female corpse is your current wife's past life. The first men who felt sorry for her are now her

colleagues and friends. The second man who covered her with a blanket is her ex-boyfriend or... current

lover." And the third man, the one who buried her, is you, brother... Perhaps

things haven't been going well for you lately, and you may be caught in an emotional whirlpool and a dead end. But after tonight, believe me, everything will

be peaceful and smooth, and everything will be resolved satisfactorily."

"There are some things I can't say, so

please ask

Taibai. Your wife might... but if you truly love her,

don't dwell on her past. Treat her sincerely, and she will definitely come to you. No one can take her away. The other man who accompanied her

in that life was the one who covered her with clothes. Your wife in this life is only repaying

the debt from her past life. Once the debt is repaid, she will naturally leave him. The one your wife will repay for a lifetime in this life is

you, the one you buried with your own hands..."

Hearing her words, my mind raced, and I fell into deep thought. Two people who were complete

strangers , like Xiaoying and me, went from acquaintance to understanding to love, and finally to marriage. Finding

the person who buried you in your past life is so difficult. Xiaoying and I should cherish each other to make

the hardships we endured in this life worthwhile.

Between Xiaoying and her father, her father is the man who covered her with clothes in her past life. Their

happiness in this life is like dew on a flower petal. Xiaoying is like a flower petal, and her father is like a dewdrop on that petal. The flower is

made delicate by the dewdrop, and the dewdrop is made sparkling by the flower. But when the sun rises, without being touched, the dewdrop will naturally evaporate

and disappear. The beauty between Xiaoying and her father was fleeting. After Xiaoying repaid her father's debt of gratitude from a past life...

That is, when he left my father, after all, I was the one who buried her in my past life, and she would repay

me with a lifetime in this life.

Understanding this, I felt much lighter and more relaxed. Everything was in the past; I no longer needed to dwell on it

or worry about myself. The important thing was to live in the present and the future. Like the fortune teller said, after tonight, everything would

pass, and everything would go smoothly again. For some reason, I felt immense

admiration world. I believed his words wholeheartedly, because they

were like pearls to me. When I relaxed, smiled again, and

looked , I saw him supporting himself with his hands, shuffling away into the distance, taking the food and wine with

him. Seeing how slowly he moved, I realized he was so far away. I wondered how long he had been gone, while

I remained lost in thought. Our meeting today was a chance encounter; this parting might be our last. I stood up and

bowed to the fortune teller who was struggling to walk away.

The past is gone, irretrievable; what matters is the present and the future. Everything will

pass, everything will be alright. After today, the road ahead will be smooth…

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