He fell in love with the brain in the revenge script

Chapter 130 130: Paranoid Xie Shang, making mistakes and rebelling (second update)
After Xie Shang left, someone was there again where he had just stood, also waiting for someone.

The fortune teller locked eyes: "Madam, let's do your fortune telling."

It's exactly the same as before, without changing a single word: "Seek profit and avoid disaster. If it doesn't work, you don't need money."

The lady’s surname is Jiang, and she wears a shiny, extra-large bow headband that is sold at amusement parks. Let’s call her Ms. Jiang for now.

Ms. Jiang did not go there.

The fortune teller persisted and made a gesture of counting: "Madam, you must have been troubled by relationship problems recently. Come and tell your fortune."

Ms. Jiang hesitated for a while, maybe she was too bored to wait, so she passed.

The fortune teller led the way with both hands: "Scan the code this way."

"..."

Next to the table was the red paper and signature of the previous guest, which was not taken away. It looked very unreliable.

Ms. Jiang scanned 20 yuan.

"What do you want, madam?"

Ms. Jiang hesitated for a moment: "Let's calculate the fortune."

The fortune teller took out the red paper and said, "Write your name on this piece of paper."

Ms. Jiang wrote.

The fortune teller took out the wooden box he used to eat again: "Draw one from here."

Ms. Jiang stretched out her hand and then took it back. It could be seen that she was struggling very much. Her longing for money finally gave way to another unknown field: "Can it be changed? I want to count my marriage."

The fortune teller once again led the way with both hands: "Scan the code this way."

"..."

Ms. Jiang scanned another 20 yuan.

The fortune teller gave her a new piece of red paper: "Write the name again."

The following are the same steps.

The fortune teller took the red paper, looked at it, and then took out the wooden box: "Pick one."

Under the bright yellow signature card, the thin bamboo slices were blown back and forth by the wind, and the red thread tassels swayed accordingly. The thin slices read Winning Lottery.

Ms. Jiang looked at the fortune teller's expression and smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

"Is it good?"

The fortune teller said: "Madam, you will have a great harvest this year."

Ms. Jiang quickly asked: "What do you mean?"

"You will receive a gift."

Gift?

Ms. Jiang was confused: "Can you explain it more clearly?"

The fortune teller took out a folding fan from nowhere. He opened the fan with a mysterious expression on his face: "The secret must not be revealed." Suddenly a gust of wind blew away the red paper on which the name of the guest on the table was written. .

"..."

Ms. Jiang felt she had been cheated.

"Yuyo."

Ms. Jiang’s first name: Jiang Youyou.

The person she was waiting for arrived, and she got up and left the fortune-telling stall.

Guan Sixing gave her the ice cream he bought.

She took it and stared at him.

He was afraid that she would be in a hurry to come back after waiting for a long time. He had been running all the way. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his neck was red from the heat: "What's wrong?"

"Are you a gift?"

"Ok?"

Guan Sixing's expression was confused.

Yes, he showed up when she needed him most.

Jiang Youyou took off the bow-knot headband on her head, put it on Guan Sixing's head, and took the initiative to hold his hand: "Let's go sit there."

He pursed his lips and smiled.

"it is good."

*****
"Thank you, merchant."

"Thank you, merchant."

Wen Changling called twice, and Xie Shang turned his head.

"What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing."

But from the beginning, he was absent-minded.

It was getting late, so Wen Changling held Tongtong's hand: "Where should we go to eat?"

There were a lot less people on the road, and it was almost lunch time.

Xie Shang stood there and looked around. There was a drink shop right in front of him: "Changling, I have to go somewhere. You and Tongtong wait for me at the drink shop."

He is very strange.

Wen Changling asked: "Where are you going?"

"I lost my wallet."

Wen Changling said oh and took Tongtong to the beverage shop.Xie Shang turned back along the previous road.

A sudden gust of wind rolled up a piece of red paper and blew it onto Wen Changling's hat. As soon as she opened the door of the beverage shop, the red paper fell at her feet.

There were words on it. After she saw the words clearly, she picked it up.

Xie Shang returned to the fortune-telling stall just now.

"Sir, why are you back again?"

Xie Shang sat down and said, "Explain the signature."

The lottery card he drew is still on the table.

The fortune teller pushed the QR code forward: "Then you have to scan the code again."

Xie Shang paid.

The fortune-teller picked up the lottery ticket that he had drawn before and looked at it. It was not a word, but a pattern, a crooked pattern that was rising and falling.

"We don't agree." The fortune teller clicked his tongue twice and waved his hands, "You don't agree."

Should not come back.

Xie Shang's eyes were calm and deep, and all his emotions were suppressed under his calm eyes: "What should I do?" The fortune teller was about to speak -

An aunt ran over from a distance, cursing as she ran: "You are such a bastard, how dare you come out to set up a stall!"

The fortune teller took off his sunglasses and took a closer look.

No, he immediately started to clear the tables.

The aunt caught up with her angrily: "Last year you told me that my son would be on the list, and I gave you a big red envelope." She rolled up her sleeves as if she was going to fight, "You bastard, my son has already been on the list." I failed in the exam for two years, you give me back the red envelope money!"

"I didn't say which list."

The aunt grabbed Mr. Fortune Teller's clothes and said, "You liar, please pay me back the money!"

Mr. Suan Gua glanced at the chair Xie Shang was still sitting on and decided not to take it. It was only ninety-nine yuan anyway: "Sir, I'll see you later."

He shook off the aunt's hand and ran away like flying on his three-wheeler.

The signed card rolled with the wheels and was blown away by the wind.

"God stick!"

"Don't let me touch you again!"

The three wheels had already run far away, and the aunt was so angry that she stamped her feet, turned to Xie Shang and said, "Young man, that's a liar."

Xie Shang stood up, thanked him, and left.

Wen Changling ordered a cup of milk tea for himself and Tongtong, and a cup of tea with a long name that he forgot to name for Xie Shang.

Xie Shang is back.

She stood up: "Did you find your wallet?"

"found it."

"Let's go then."

Wen Changling picked up the things.

Xie Shang took everything in her hand, and a piece of red paper fell out from under Tongtong's schoolbag.

Xie Shang stopped and looked at the paper on the ground: "Where did this come from?"

"I just picked it up on the road." Wen Changling picked it up. She felt that the handwriting on it looked a bit like Xie Shang's. "What a coincidence. It has your name on it. Was it written by you?"

"Well, I wrote it just for fun."

This is the name he wrote when he told fortunes.

He took the paper from Wen Changling's hand and threw it into the trash can. The uneasiness in his heart that was about to subside was amplified without warning.

Wen Changling was arranging Tongtong's hat when she suddenly asked: "Didn't you change your name? What was your original name?"

"Thank you Shang."

"Which shang."

Mourning means premature death.

The fortune teller said that he wanted to choose a name that could conceal the name from heaven and ward off disasters, and told the gods and ghosts that the four elders of the Xie family had died in infancy, and they should not be entangled in the uncertainty of their lives.

There was a lot of water vapor on the milk tea cup placed on the table, and the water vapor condensed into water droplets.

Xie Shangshui wrote the word "sorrow" on the table.

"This is Shang." Wen Changling said casually, with an element of joking, "That's quite different from me. Your name is Shang, and my name is Changling."

One means early death, and the other means longevity.

The fortune-telling liar also disagreed.

Go against him no matter what.

The desire for rebellion and the desire to make mistakes in his bones suddenly grew wildly at this moment. Xie Shang controlled his emotions very well and said with restraint, "Let's go."

"I didn't get the tea I ordered for you."

"No more."

Xie Shang made a reservation on his mobile phone, and it took about half an hour to drive from the amusement park to the restaurant.The amusement park, which was still crowded with people in the morning, was almost gone by the time they left.

The weather forecast shows sunny to cloudy conditions today.

Wen Changling looked at the thick dark clouds in the sky: "It seems like it's going to rain." She and Tongtong sat in the back and asked Xie Shang, the driver, "Is there an umbrella in the car?"

"Ah."

That's good.

"Tongtong, stop drinking, it's time to have lunch."

Tongtong obediently put the remaining milk tea into the bag.

"Long age."

Wen Changling raised his head and met Xie Shang unexpectedly in the rearview mirror of the car.

The speed of the car suddenly became very fast, and the wind poured in through the windows.

Xie Shang's voice was like some kind of bass string: "Changling, I have changed my name."

"what?"

Wen Changling didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this again.

At that moment, his eyes were stubborn and paranoid, with an unquestionable sense of aggression that was unfamiliar to Wen Changling. He said, "There is no disagreement between our names."

She reacted belatedly: "I was just saying casually."

Your casual remark has already caused a storm, Miss Wen.

Xie Shang slowed down the car. He was uneasy, very uneasy.

That lottery bothered him a lot, even though he knew it was a liar.

About half an hour later, we arrived at the restaurant.

Wen Changling and Tongtong were ordering food. Xie Shang went to the bathroom, got cold water and poured it on his face.

There was a man next to him who was washing his hands with great movements. He was talking on the phone with his mobile phone under his arm. After turning off the faucet, he was too lazy to take the paper and shook the water on his hand. When he turned his head, he saw someone next to him.

The water splashed on Xie Shang's clothes.

The man hung up the phone, with a superior look in his eyes, and apologized casually and perfunctorily: "I'm sorry." He turned around and went out, lighting a cigarette.

"stop."

Two words, decisive and full of aura.

The man turned around and saw Xie Shang's eyes clearly. The color of his pupils was different from that of most Orientals. It was a very light yellow amber. It was exquisite and beautiful, but also had a primitive, wild and exotic sense of mystery.

There is an inappropriate description, but it is very appropriate. Xie Shang has a kind of dominance and suppression similar to that of a top alpha. He stands there calmly, without even saying a word, which is enough to make people's hearts beat.

　Don't mess with Xie Shang when he wants to go crazy.

　　ask for a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)