Burning Incense In The bedroom Was Mistaken As A Fortune Teller

Chapter 122 Fortune telling is a lie!

Bian Wenbin heard Su Chen’s two choices.

He hesitated to look at his daughter-in-law Xia Yanyan.

Xia Yanyan asked, “Master Su, is there any difference between these two options?”

Su Chen said: “If I choose the first one, Bian Guangyao will live to be 92 years old.”

“Finally died in a nursing home.”

“If he chooses the second one, he only has five years to live.”

Bian Wenbin asked: “Master Su, what do you mean, if I choose the first one, my father will live a long time, but he will die in vain.”

“If I choose the second one, my father’s life will be short, but he will be respected by everyone.”

Su Chen nodded and said, “Yes, that’s what it means.”

“Then I understand.”

“I·…”

Su Chen looked at Bian Wenbin and was about to say his choice.

Immediately waved his hand, “I hope you invite your father over and let him decide for himself!”

“This is his life, not yours.”

“I tell you so much because you are his children and have the right to know.”

The couple looked at each other again.

I think what Master Su said is quite right.

The life of a father is a choice for the father himself.

Xia Yanyan said again: “By the way, Master Su, I want you to do the math for my son.”

Su Chen nodded, “Where is your son?”

“He’s learning to speak now.”

Su Chen said, “Then you bring him to me, and bring your father as well.”

“Okay, we know.”

“but·…”

Su Chen saw Bian Wenbin hesitating and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“My father hates fortune-tellers the most.”

“When he was young, he was tricked by a fortune teller, so he might not be able to come.” Su Chen said: “It’s simple, as long as you let him come, I can do it.” “Okay, then it’s up to you, Master Su. ”

Bian Wenbin and Xia Yanyan began to act separately.

One to pick up the father, one to pick up the son.

Bian Wenbin came to his father’s house again.

Father Bian Guangyao looked at him, “Why are you back, ~?” “But you came back just in time, I have something to ask you.” Bian Wenbin asked, “What do you want to ask me?”

Bian Guangyao said: “How did you know that Cui Lijia and I are in the housing transaction center?” “Did you send someone to follow me?”

Bian Wenbin said, “I was just about to tell you about this!” “I wasn’t following you.”

“It’s a fortune teller. When he fortune-telling for me, he figured this out!” Bian Guangyao asked suspiciously: “Fortune-telling for you? How can it be counted on me?” Bian Wenbin thought that it wasn’t because of you Suicide, let me run over and fight them hard?

In the end, it was reduced to the end of a gun.

Of course, Bian Wenbin couldn’t say these words to his father.

“My destiny is linked to your destiny, so it’s up to you.” Bian Guangyao snorted coldly, “You must be looking for someone to monitor me all the time.” “How can a fortune teller be reliable? .” “It’s all deceitful!”

Bian Wenbin is used to his father’s criticism of the fortune-teller. “Then come with me!” “Go? Where?”

“You’ll know when you go, it’s good for you!”

Bian Guangyao said, “Are you taking me to fortune-telling? Tell you, I’m not going!” “No, just come with me!”

“I’ll take you to see your grandson. Your grandson misses you.”

Bian Guangyao looked at his son, “Don’t fool me, although I’m old, I can still hold a stick.” “I didn’t fool you!”

Bian Wenbin was bluffing and took his father to Su Chen’s rental house.

At this time, his wife, Xia Yanyan, also came with her son.

Bian Guangyao looked at the furnishings in Su Chen’s house, and immediately became angry, “Didn’t you say, show me your grandson?” Bian Wenbin pointed to his son in the house, “Is your grandson not here?”

Bian Guangyao said angrily: “I’m not dead, you stay here by yourself!” After speaking, he turned his head and was about to leave.

But when his feet just stepped out of the gate.

Suddenly I heard a word from inside.

“Dog Dan, I’m waiting for you under the big locust tree!”

As soon as these words came out, Bian Guangyao stood motionless as if he had been casted on a body-fixing spell.

Tears flowed down instantly.

Because this sentence has been hidden in the bottom of his heart, very, very deep.

The person who said this was a girl.

A girl named Erniu.

He grew up with Bian Guangyao in a village.

The two are not only childhood sweethearts, but also private life.

When Bian Guangyao was 17 years old, he decided to go out of the village and make a name for himself.

Then come back to marry the second girl in a glorious way.

When he returned to the village five years later, he learned that Er Niu had died of illness.

This is the pain of Bian Guangyao’s life.

He still remembered that Er Niu, standing under the big locust tree, shouted this sentence at herself when she left the village.

Xia Yanyan and Bian Wenbin on the side were dumbfounded.

Their son, looking at his grandfather, asked, “Did Grandpa V cry?” Bian Guangyao wiped his tears and turned his head.

It turns out that the person who said this just now turned out to be a young guy.

Could it be that this person has something to do with Er Niu?

Bian Guangyao dismissed the idea of ​​leaving, turned around and walked in front of Su Chen, “Who are you, Er Niu?” Su Chen said lightly, “I don’t know Er Niu.” “Then how did you know this.”

“I’m a fortune teller, of course I figure it out.” “Fortune teller?”

Bian Guangyao had never seen such a young fortune teller before. “You little boy”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Chen: “When Er Niu died (gets it), you also wanted to commit suicide.” “But you were stopped by another girl named Xiao Lan in the same village. “This little blue has liked you for a long time, and you accepted her.”

“But not long after you were together, Xiao Lan followed her parents, left the village and went to the big city.” “Since then, you have lost contact.”

“You also tried every means to contact Xiaolan, but you couldn’t find her after searching for a long time.” Bian Guangyao opened his mouth wide and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

How does he know everything?

Whether it’s Er Niu’s death or Xiao Lan’s matter.

People who know about this matter are almost not in the city, or even in this world.

And he had already sealed this memory.

Not to mention his own son, even his deceased wife doesn’t know about benevolence.

How did this young man in front of him know?

Did he really figure it out? .