The Fortune Telling I Did Chapter 3

And he really knows a little bit, and he is not a charlatan who is just committing fraud. There is nothing he can't do.

Thinking of this, Julian Tao felt enlightened. When he came back to his senses, he saw two old people looking at him with some concern.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, I was just thinking about something."

After thinking about it, Julian Tao took out the brush from the box.

These two kind-hearted old people invited him to eat noodles, and he naturally reciprocated the favor.

The moment he held the brush in his hand, he felt something strange flash through his head, but the moment passed quickly, and Julian Tao didn't think much about it.

In addition to water, he also needed ink.

After looking around, Julian Tao couldn't find ink, so he used local materials, reached for the chili sauce on the side, and dipped some spicy oil on the tip of his pen.

The two old men watched his movements and saw Julian Tao dipping the red tip of the brush into the water and lightly drawing a few lines, and the spicy oil immediately spread on the water.

Why is this kid so weird?

The two of them saw Julian Tao staring at the pattern formed by spicy oil on the water for a while, and then he raised his head suspiciously like themselves and said:

"Auntie, why don't you go get a hot water bottle first?"

The aunt was stunned.

Hot water bottle? What is this statement?

Julian Tao showed a smile that represented embarrassment. Although he couldn't see it, he felt that he should look like the emoticon of the fake smiling boy at this moment.

"Ah, um, I have something else to do. I'm leaving now. I'll come back when I make some money to pay back today's face value."

Julian Tao picked up the kraft paper box on the table and thanked the two stunned old people seriously once again. Before they could react, they hurried away.

"Huh..." Julian Tao dared to slow down after running for a while, only to feel pain in his toes.

Digging on the floor.

Julian Tao just did it using the method in his memory. He originally thought that he could be like the hero of a novel and tell a list of their birth dates, family background, past experiences, and future fortunes.

The result was that I watched it for a long time---"Hot water bottle".

The mood is a bit like diving from Mount Everest to the Mariana Trench.

Speaking of which, when he was a child, he knew that his master would throw a dog into the mud when he went out, but he didn't tell his master specifically to verify the accuracy.

And then it was really accurate.

Little Julian Tao was happy for a long time, until his master discovered the basin he had not filled and the ink stains in it.

Looking at the brush in his hand, Julian Tao thought to himself that maybe it was because he hadn't done these weird things for so long that his hand was raw.

Why don't he go home and look through it later to see if he can find the book that Master left for him, and review it before going out to make a living.

Just as he was about to put the brush back into the box, Julian Tao suddenly heard an energetic "Hey!" coming from his hand.

"Que~er~no~er~que~er~de~er~ah!"

"No~er~zhi~er~dao~er~we~er~bei~er~city~er~people~er~no~er~can~er~eat~er~spicy~er~!"

"Ah~er~sneeze~er~"

Julian Tao stood there, startled at first.

After a moment of silence to calm down, he nodded silently.

This brush, Lao Beishi is so good.

To be honest, to be honest, Julian Tao didn't know that this brush could speak human language.

To be precise, he has never used this pen at all, otherwise the pen just now would not look like it has not been opened.

He remembered that his master had said that this thing had a spirit, but Julian Tao never thought that this brush could also talk.

Also a mouthful of Beijing movies.

Julian Tao was in a daze when the brush shouted again: "Hey, why can't this baby's ears work well at such a young age? Spicy oil! It's so spicy that it hurts!"

"Hey." Julian Tao responded quickly.

He looked around and saw that there were still a lot of people on the street. He might have talked to himself and been regarded as a mentally ill person. He took his writing brush and hurried home.

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On the other side, the owner and his wife of the Dingdan Noodle House put away the kitchen waste and thought about what Julian Tao said.

"That guy looks pretty good, but he's weird." The old man joked with a smile.

The aunt thought for a while and actually went to boil water.

"Hey." The uncle called to his wife, "Do you really believe it?"

The aunt waved her hand and said, "Hey, I'm just a little cold."

Julian Tao didn't say anything, but when she mentioned the hot water bottle, she really felt that the late spring cold was a bit too cold.

The old-fashioned briquette stove boils water very quickly. I poured it into the hot water bottle and it was still hot to my hands. It was just right to put my clothes on my chest.

But before I had covered it for a while, a young man suddenly came to the door, holding a thermos pot in his hand, and said: "Master, aunt, do you have hot water here?"

The two shopkeepers and his wife looked at the visitor and looked at each other, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

This young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is about 1.85 meters tall and has a strong body. At first glance, he looks like...the kind of guy who drinks smoothies in winter.

So healthy?

As expected, the handsome young man raised his thumb behind his back and said, "My colleague has a stomachache and wants to ask you for a cup of hot water."

The two subconsciously looked behind him and saw an SUV parked on the road outside the store. The door was ajar and there were several people sitting in the car. One of them, a little girl in white down, was holding her stomach and looking a little uncomfortable.

The aunt understood immediately and asked the young man to wait while she took the thermos and poured a full pot of hot water.

Young man: "Hey, thank you!"

The young man reached out and took the thermos bottle, and the aunt gave him the hot water bottle in her arms, "Take this too, it will make you feel better if you hold your stomach."

"Hey, okay." The young man paused, his smile widened, and he took out his mobile phone and said, "But I can't take your things for free. I'll transfer 50 yuan to you."

Just as the aunt was about to decline, the companion behind the young man also called him.

"Brother Ethan Qin, if you don't have it, come back first. Time is running out."