The Turning Gears of Fate Chapter 6

Milo Ding said nothing, his heart skipped a beat.

Usually he could see through strangers at a glance and feel others' "heart jumps". Today, he was suddenly seen through by a stranger...Strictly speaking, Oscar Lin was a stranger...

Yes.

But how do you know?

...Making me so shameless!

"I see there are scratch marks on the words "Prodigy"," Oscar Lin said.

"No, it's just that I realized that I was too arrogant when I was young." Milo Ding did not admit it.

"Oh." Oscar Lin smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He just turned around and continued walking forward with him.

Milo Ding could tell from the pattern of the smile at the corner of his mouth that Oscar Lin didn't believe such a denial, and to a certain extent, his denial probably made Oscar Lin more certain of the answer.

"Have you kept this book for ten years?" Oscar Lin asked as he walked.

"Yes," Milo Ding responded, "I plan to keep it as a family heirloom."

"Why are you so anxious and afraid of losing it?" Oscar Lin asked, "You must have memorized the contents of this book by heart..."

"I can't remember it," Milo Ding said, "I have to read it every day."

"That's not the case," Oscar Lin laughed, "I can almost remember it after watching it for two days."

"Blow it, I'll keep it a secret for you." Milo Ding said casually.

"The healthy color of the hands is variegated. The color is lighter in the palm and darker at the base of the palm." Oscar Lin turned around and looked at him, "Hesitant people often have difficulty clenching their fists. When doing so, always hide your thumb in your palm."

Milo Ding also looked at him.

"Besides this sentence is written 'not necessarily, it may be because of insecurity'," Oscar Lin's smile dropped and his expression was serious, "Primary school students know these are pretty cool, what books do you usually read?"

"Fcuk." Milo Ding said.

"The horizontal ridge marks indicate that the nails stopped growing due to certain health issues," Oscar Lin smiled, "These are all the things you marked."

"Would you like to applaud you?" Milo Ding said.

"Okay." Oscar Lin nodded.

"There is no line after stop growing." Milo Ding said.

"If I tell it," Oscar Lin said, "can you verify it immediately?"

"...No," Milo Ding said, "I only remember the general content."

"It's probably OK, I remember it as well." Oscar Lin cleared his throat, turned around and continued walking forward, "When the ridge line reaches the tip of the nail, pain will occur. The ridge mark grows from the root of the nail to the tip of the nail. It takes about six months, and you should pay attention to health issues when this happens..."

Oscar Lin kept his back, and Milo Ding didn't listen carefully anymore. He had to admit that he admired Oscar Lin at this moment.

This was not a rough idea. Although he said he only remembered the rough content, he knew that what Oscar Lin said was accurate word for word.

Even if Oscar Lin had prepared in advance in order to pretend to have a photographic memory...As for why he had to do such a boring and strenuous task on a day when the college entrance examination was approaching and everyone felt that there was not enough time, let him skip it in advance. ...Being able to memorize these contents verbatim in such a short period of time is also quite impressive.

It's boring though.

After all, Oscar Lin didn't know that he would hit his back, nor where he would hit him.

When he walked to the door of the dormitory, Milo Ding slowed down. Housekeepers usually have amazing facial recognition abilities, and they can at least tell whether this is a student from their own school.

"I'll wait here..." Before Milo Ding could finish his words, Oscar Lin had already grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward.

Milo Ding stumbled and was pulled into the dormitory door by him. Before he could stand still, Oscar Lin put his hand around the back of his head and pushed forward: "Run."

"Fcuk." Milo Ding squeezed out one word through his teeth, and followed him into the stairs from under the guard room window.

"Our dormitory does not allow outsiders to enter," Oscar Lin stopped when he ran to the second floor and said, "I'm sorry."

"Brother! I told you I would wait outside," Milo Ding was speechless, "I won't come in!"

"I thought you wanted to come in and take a look." Oscar Lin said.

"Why should I come in and take a look at the boys' dormitory?" Milo Ding said.

"Oh?" Oscar Lin looked at him.

"I'm not interested in the girls' dormitory either," Milo Ding immediately patched up, "I'm not interested in the student dormitory."

There was no one in the dormitory. Oscar Lin picked up the book on the bedside, flipped through it a few times and handed it to Milo Ding: "When did you buy this book?"

"First grade," Milo Ding took the book and touched the cover, "I bought it from a bookstall."

"A book published in 1988," Oscar Lin said, "a primary school student can actually buy it. The key is that it can still be sold."

"How interesting, you don't understand," Milo Ding flipped the book back and forth, and the familiar feel made him feel at ease, "It's even appreciated."

"Huh?" Oscar Lin didn't understand.

"Do you know the original price?" Milo Ding asked.

"Two yuan and nine." Oscar Lin said.

"...You didn't even let this go?" Milo Ding sighed.

"Nonsense, I've already seen the publication date, can't I see the price next to it?" Oscar Lin leaned against the table.

"Now it has increased tenfold, and the lowest price of a second-hand book is twenty-nine." Milo Ding patted the book.

Oscar Lin said nothing and looked at him.

Milo Ding also looked at him.

After a while, I couldn't help but laugh: "Did the value increase?"

"Yes," Oscar Lin gave a thumbs up, "I have an investment acumen."

"Thank you," Milo Ding patted the book, "Let's go."

"How about..." Oscar Lin hesitated, "How many more days can you lend me this book?"

"Borrow?" Milo Ding looked at him.

"Didn't you say it's quite interesting?" Oscar Lin said, "Let me see how interesting it is?"

"You can recite it word for word." Milo Ding said.

"No, I bet you can't recite it, but the marked locations must have left an impression, so I only read the contents of the two pages near the marked areas." Oscar Lin was very honest.

But Milo Ding noticed his choice of words.

I just watched it. Not just memorized. And it's two pages before and after.

cut.

He opened the book, turned to the page with his name on it, and pointed to the words on it: "Then you didn't remember these?"

Oscar Lin curled his lips.

"It's written here," Milo Ding said, "No, lend it to you."

Milo Ding took the book and walked out of the dormitory proudly.

"I'll take you out." Oscar Lin followed.

"Don't be so polite." Milo Ding said.

A person came up from the stairs. When he saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his head and glanced behind him: "Is your friend?"

"Yes." Oscar Lin responded from behind.

The man didn't say anything else. He smiled at Milo Ding and nodded before entering the dormitory next door.

For some reason, Simon Xu suddenly appeared, making Oscar Lin a little embarrassed.

He felt that Simon Xu might have misunderstood something, but he had no way or reason to explain, and he didn't even know what to explain.

What’s the point of explanation?

He is unwilling to do meaningless things.

but...

"Why does this guy look familiar to me?" Milo Ding said as he went downstairs.

Because you two look alike, little prodigy, you can’t even react to this.

Oscar Lin said nothing and followed him downstairs.

"Ah," Milo Ding raised his hand and raised his index finger, "He looks a bit like my cousin."

...OK.

He looks like a very smart person, but he didn't expect his IQ to drop off at an alarming rate.

"Really?" Oscar Lin said.

"Yes, or no, can't you answer such a simple question?" Dad stood at the door of the room.

"The choice you gave me is very simple," Milo Ding didn't look back, leaning back on the chair and tilting his head back, "but the problem is not simple."

"Is this problem very complicated? Are you planning to give up on the college entrance examination?" Dad said, "Do you have to personally lower your life to a higher level?"

"Why do you have to divide life into three, six or nine levels?" Milo Ding asked, "And you divide it according to your standards? Then can I divide it into levels according to my standards?"

"Don't be rebellious with me," Dad said, "If your mother and I weren't doing it for your own good, how could we have the energy to fight with you like this every day!"

"That's really good for me. Can you think about it for me?" Milo Ding sat up straight and looked back at him, "How much do you love me? How much do I love you? You are all the same after all. Kochi, if you don’t understand psychology, you can read books. I have a lot of them there.”

Dad looked at him without speaking.

"Before junior high school, mom and dad were just a title for me," Milo Ding said. "It was a title that had nothing to do with me. It was the same for you. I, Milo Ding, your son, I heard he was a child prodigy. He was one year old. The literate child wrote poems at the age of three and read Three Kingdoms in the first grade. Without him, he would be the only one who would not learn..."

"No..." Dad frowned.

"I know it's not that exaggerated. I'm just summarizing your imagination and expectations for me." Milo Ding waved his hand, "When the results come back, huh? The prodigy is only in the top five in his junior grade? Sometimes only in the top ten? Shouldn't he always be number one? Kill second in seconds?"

"Shut up!" Dad pointed at him.

"Let's shut up together," Milo Ding said, "I don't want to quarrel, and I don't blame you for not coming back, really."

Dad took a breath and seemed to want to speak.

But Milo Ding didn't give him a chance. His father was rich in learning and had more than fifty cars, but he couldn't do this kind of thing by arguing with others, and he didn't want to win without fighting.

So he stood up and walked to the door, closing it in his face: "No one has cared about me for more than ten years. I have become accustomed to making my own decisions in everything. I have to educate my children from a young age. Once this opportunity is missed, Basically there will be no more."

After waiting for two minutes, Milo Ding opened the door again and looked out. There was no one in the living room. His father and mother returned to their room.

In order not to affect his review, the TV in the living room will not be turned on as long as he is at home.

This invisible pressure and expectations beyond his actual capabilities made him feel breathless.

After returning to the table, Milo Ding was stunned for a while before he regained his composure and started to do the questions.

He is not a particularly hard-working person, but he is not indifferent either. When it is time to review, he will still force himself. He will not work hard for the small test, work hard for the big test, and try his best for the college entrance examination.

It's just that he doesn't need this kind of never-ending pressing pressing. He is probably used to freedom. Even if it is for his own good, he just wants to follow his own pace.

Don't stare, keep an eye on the failure.

If he were replaced by Oscar Lin, who is quite calm, self-disciplined and extremely confident at first glance, his parents would be very happy.

...Not necessarily, after all, I am still reciting the mystery of palmistry.

Oh, there is no back, just look.

The phone rang, a message came in.

Milo Ding didn't look at it. Once he started reviewing, he tried not to be disturbed. Even if his mind was wandering all over the world and he still had to write about the questions, if he stopped, he might be too lazy to start again.

-Are you sure? I don't even know what he looks like now

-I'm just not sure, so I'm asking you, is it possible for him to stay locally? Or if he has gone to other places, are there any special days recently that make it possible for him to come back?

Oscar Lin looked at the messages on his phone, his finger resting on the screen until the screen went black.

He couldn't give an answer to either of these questions, and he couldn't even make a guess.

In other words, he has always avoided thinking about anything related to "your brother". Many times, this person only exists in distant and deliberately sealed memories, let alone analyzing it.

-Is it because you are about to take the college entrance examination?

I received another message from Gong Lan on my phone.

Oscar Lin thought for a moment and poked at the screen a few times.

-It seems like we don’t have such a deep brotherhood, right?

-You were too young at that time, he really cared about you

-I'll go there and squat for a day tomorrow to see if I can run into him.

-. . . I'll just go. Don't you want to review?

-When I review, I don’t look at the time and place, only my mood.

-I really deserve a beating.

Oscar Lin smiled, replied with a good night expression, and put the phone aside.

Gong Lan has provided Oscar Lin with dozens of clues in the past few years. Taken together, the reliability rate is 0.

After all, her clues were mixed with too many personal emotions.

But Oscar Lin still planned to try his luck. He needed to find the switch that would allow his parents to put the tangle of expectations and disappointment on him at the same time.

And the place Gong Lan mentioned was not too far away, just in a commercial plaza near No. 3 Middle School.

But there were too many people coming and going, and even if it was true, he might not be able to find a face from ten years ago among the crowd.

This is indeed the case.

After breakfast, Oscar Lin went to the commercial plaza and walked around for three hours in vain.

Countless shops, stretches of shopping malls, cars, bicycles, electric scooters and pedestrians were like insects spread out on the ground. Before they could see clearly, they had already overlapped with the one next to them.

Oscar Lin felt that he probably didn't want to find anyone at all, but just found an excuse to hang out.

There is a fried rice noodle shop here, which is so delicious.

He could eat three portions of the largest plate.

If you arrive early, you won't have to queue.

Oscar Lin found a small table for two by the window and sat down with two plates of fried rice noodles.

If you come to eat now, you don’t have to fight for a seat.

He would look out the window while eating.

Looking at people and faces, I was thinking about the questions from last night. I wrote in a small notebook that I carried with me. I was too sleepy and wanted to sleep yesterday, so I only read the questions once, and I just happened to do it now.

But from time to time I get sidetracked and think about the parents who have spent decades searching for their missing children.

What kind of love, how deep love, what kind of "irrational" love can make people persist like this.

My parents also looked for her, but they looked for her calmly and without any hope.

Their eldest son is too smart and has the ability to solve many problems and will not be harmed. Their eldest son is too smart. He doesn't want to come back and no one can find him.

Oscar Lin sighed.

Such a smart eldest son would probably have no choice but to ask for help from the Half Immortal.

For example, Ding Banxian'er.

Thinking of Ding Banxian'er...Oscar Lin picked up the phone.

When Milo Ding came to pick up the book, they added a WeChat message and never spoke.

Milo Ding's WeChat avatar is a photo of himself, with a straight face. This man is quite confident in his appearance.

But it's really good, with the energy of a stray cat boss.

Brother Chicken.

...You can't call him Chicken Brother, he will become the most shining electric top.

Oscar Lin curled his lips and opened Milo Ding's circle of friends.

Visible for three days.

But Oscar Lin swiped down twice but still didn't reach the end. He suddenly felt that he should consider blocking this chatty person.

The latest post in Moments made Oscar Lin pause for a moment. It was posted a few minutes ago.

-Xinjia has a shooting contest, and the first prize is an induction cooker.

Xinjia is a shopping mall, right next to it.

Oscar Lin raised his eyes and looked outside.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he sent a message to Milo Ding.

-Are you in Xinjia?

Milo Ding replied instantly.

-Next to Xinjia, what, is your home short of an induction cooker?

-I'm eating fried rice noodles

Milo Ding didn't reply, and Oscar Lin continued to look out the window.

Only a minute later at most, Milo Ding appeared across the street on a balancing scooter.

Then it floated over to him, walking nimbly through the crowd, showing off to the naked eye. Oscar Lin dared to bet ten palmistry mysteries that he wasn't usually so promiscuous, and now he was showing off.

childish.

Oscar Lin waved to him through the glass.

Milo Ding stopped outside and said something against the glass, but Oscar Lin couldn't hear it.

There were a lot of people in the store now, and it was a little noisy.

From the corner of his eye, someone was walking towards his table carrying a tray. Oscar Lin pushed the plate of fried rice noodles in front of him to the opposite side: "Sorry, there's someone there."

Milo Ding circled his face with his hands and pressed it against the glass and looked inside again.

"Come in," Oscar Lin pointed to the seat opposite him, "What are you looking at?"