Qu Yong said "thank you"
"Blind … what kind of life is blind? Even a silly baby like you will believe it …" The old woman cooed later and said that QuYong had stopped listening.
There is a very strange phenomenon in China, that is, fortune-telling must be blind, which is absolutely impossible. Qu Yong remembers that when he was a child, a fortune-teller came to the village, young, white and wearing sunglasses. The villagers didn’t believe that he was accurate. The old woman was still young and said to Qu Yong that this gentleman was definitely not blind, but his voice fell, so the gentleman stepped on his foot and fell on a dog to eat shit. When the old people died, they all realized that this was true blindness.
What is blind can be accurate. The old people can’t say why. When Qu Yong grows up, he ponders over China’s metaphysics. It is important to feel that a person is blind to the naked eye.
But I don’t say these digressions. Na Quyong walked all the way through the sewage and garbage, and it was easy to find the old woman who said that the house was in decline, the grass was withered, the dust was thick, and the couplets at the door didn’t know when they were posted. Now there are a few pale ones.
It seems that the blind painter turned to fortune telling business, which is not so good.
"DuDu ….." The door is just two planks, and a villain can’t be prevented, but the thief wants to come and won’t steal here. Qu Yong still knocked on the door politely.
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough" cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough.
Qu Yongchong shouted inside, "Can I come in, old man?"
"fortune-telling and asking flowers bring their own words"
Maybe everyone knows what fortune-telling is, but maybe most people don’t know what flowers are, so it’s hard to say how many things we destroyed in China when we broke the capitalism. This fortune-telling is also a ghostly feudal superstition, and we may have heard that there is no one in the city. I didn’t expect to have a seedling in Japan.
Asking for flowers means that everyone will produce an altar of flowers when they are born, and the flowers will wither and wither, and so on. For example, this person’s corresponding life flower is peony, which means that he is rich and expensive, but this peony is not deeply rooted and leafy, which means that his wealth will last for a long time, but ordinary people can’t see this flower. Who are these blind fortune tellers?
Qu Yong pushed through the door and it smelled musty. It’s hard to imagine a living person who could bear to live. He said, "I didn’t come to tell fortune or ask for flowers."
"Don’t tell fortune, don’t ask for flowers, then get out." The old man seems to have a big temper.
Qu Yong said, "What if I don’t get out?"
It’s not bad to "shout" a bottle at QuYong’s head, but the speed and strength are too slow. It seems that the old man can’t fight.
Qu Yong flashed his head and saw the blind old man huddled in a broken sofa. "Hum," he continued, "I want to ask you about someone, old man."
"I don’t know cough …" The old man said he didn’t know and coughed without listening.
Qu Yong never gave up and asked, "This person is very important to me. Her name is Naiyue Watanabe. Do you know?"
"I don’t know if I’m blind. Are you deaf?"
Qu Yong took out a stack of money and said, "Look, this is ten thousand yen. Hideki Watanabe told me to come to the old gentleman." He didn’t make much use of the money or change it in China.
The blind old man shouted angrily, "What nonsense? What nonsense? Hideki Watanabe? What nonsense? You don’t know if you don’t tell your fortune, don’t ask for flowers, even if you pile up Japanese gold in front of the old man."
The old man is smelly and hard-tempered, and he doesn’t seem to buy Watanabe Hideki’s account.
QuYong thought, "Did I get the wrong number or … Did he tell me that this fortune-telling is a secret code?"
He tentatively said, "I asked flowers."
"Ask the flowers for a birthday …" The old man finally cheered up and sat up with two dirty words.
"Two o’clock in the afternoon on June 22nd, 1999."
"It’s the end of the year." The blind old man came out with a pinch of his hand, and then he didn’t burn incense. Please don’t be a ghost. He just pinched his finger and counted quickly for a long time. After a while, he turned his blind eyes like a dead fish and rushed QuYong shaking and stretched out his dead hand and shouted, "Bone … Bone!"
"You want to touch the bone" QuYong patiently put his face together. He was sure to beat the blind old man before he played tricks.
The old man touched the forehead of heaven from Quyong fontanel for a long time and touched his hands and feet almost all over his nose, lips and neck.
Qu Yong still thought it was funny, but soon he couldn’t laugh. He found that the touch of two fingers in the old man’s food was very wonderful, just like dancing butterflies and bats
Blind old man blind bat
His two fingers dancing seemed to release strange energy and touched Qu Yong.
"This … this technique …"
Qu Yong was most surprised by this technique. He received it once when he was young. When he was young, he felt itchy, comfortable and uncomfortable.
And the person who touched his bones in detail that time was the nine masters who had been missing for many years and Qu Yong couldn’t find them everywhere.
It is really strange that two fortune tellers have exactly the same bone-touching technique thousands of miles away from the small mountain village in Zhejiang Province to the Japanese Imperial City.
The blind old man exclaimed, "You … you are not Japanese, you are the grandson of the Yellow Emperor."
"Yes" QuYong proudly said, "Of course I’m not Japanese."
"No wonder … could you tell me your name?" The blind old man suddenly changed his attitude towards QuYong after touching the bone.
"surname qu"
"What song is written in my handwriting?"
Qu Yong wrote a song in that withered palm according to his words.
"Impossible" The old man suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "It doesn’t make sense … it really doesn’t make sense."
"Being is the surname of Qu"
"You’re not your own." The blind old man had to lie down on Qu Yong. A pair of dead eyes bit Qu Yong and cried, "You can’t be named Qu. You’ve been cheated."
"Nonsense, are you crazy?" QuYong threw his zombie-like old bones back into the chair with a vibration of his arm and shouted, "I’m a real China surnamed Qu."
"You are … how do you know?" The blind old man said somberly. "I tell you that your flower is called peony, which is a burnt peony. You can’t stay in a small place like this, and it will be more and more dry. If you want to go to Kyoto, you can really be in full bloom."
"Thank you," said Qu Yongyuan. This blind old man has the same bone-touching technique as Jiuye. He can’t say anything, but he laughed at himself when he said a lot of nonsense.
The blind old man also recognized QuYong’s disbelief. He laughed wildly. "If you don’t believe it now, you will definitely think of today, hahaha."
"Since you don’t know Nye Moon is here, please leave."
QuYong doesn’t want to talk nonsense with this blind old man, and he will walk away as soon as he gives up.
"Wait a minute, please wait a moment." The blind old man suddenly stopped QuYong.
Qu Yong stood still and said, "If you want to say anything else, please don’t hesitate."
The blind old man seemed to hesitate to say, "I … have something to ask."
"Beg me" Qu Yong wondered how he asked for it when they had never met.