Although Milo Ding's guess made his heart skip a beat, Oscar Lin still insisted: "Can't you just do the math?"
"Don't you even ask me how I guessed it?" Milo Ding looked at him. After waiting for a while, Oscar Lin didn't say anything. He clicked his tongue again, "Okay, I'll figure it out."
Then I went to the cashier and asked for a pen and paper.
"...This is what you're doing," Oscar Lin looked at him, "Do you want to set up formulas? Do you still need paper and pen?"
"Don't bother me." Milo Ding said.
"Oh." Oscar Lin responded, picked up a small biscuit and ate it slowly.
Milo Ding began to draw on the paper. Oscar Lin looked at it twice and saw that what he drew was Bagua. He couldn't read the specific hexagrams, so he felt that Milo Ding was quite good at hiding things.
"My grandma just closes her eyes and pinches it. I am a layman and have to make a draft." Milo Ding stopped after drawing for a while, stared at the paper for a while, and then raised his head.
Oscar Lin stuffed the biscuit into his mouth, looking forward to it: "Is it figured out?"
"Yeah." Milo Ding nodded, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can nearby.
"What am I here for?" Oscar Lin asked.
"Looking for someone." Milo Ding said.
Oscar Lin said nothing, picked up the milk tea and drank two sips before turning his head and laughing.
I couldn't stop laughing.
"You asked me to do the math," Milo Ding leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms, "I told you not to do the math."
"Okay," Oscar Lin stopped laughing and cleared his throat, "What else have you guessed?"
"This man was born in 1995," Milo Ding said. "I'm not sure about anything else. I'm only sure after you told me this number."
"Really?" Oscar Lin thought for a while, "I originally wanted to say 1995, but it was too obvious, so I changed it to 95."
"It's because you hesitated for just a few seconds...for a second," Milo Ding turned the pen in his hand, "that it became more obvious."
"Then you still have to guess." Oscar Lin said.
"This is the result after calculation!" Milo Ding yelled at him, turned around and reached into the trash can, "Come on, come on, why don't you take another look and I'll tell you..."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Oscar Lin quickly grabbed him, "It's settled, it's settled, you don't have to tell me, I don't understand."
Milo Ding glared at him and sat upright again.
Oscar Lin took the milk tea cup and knocked it gently on the table: "Do me a favor."
"How can I help with this kind of feudal superstition!" Grandma shook her head while chopping meat, and pushed him aside.
"There must be one in the general direction," Milo Ding stepped aside, "Didn't you help that family find their child before?"
"Can this be calculated casually?" Grandma frowned, "Of course it's good if it's accurate, but it's not 100% accurate. If it's not accurate, isn't it just giving people hope and making them happy in vain? I'm not a money scammer on the street. "Half fairy."
Milo Ding sighed.
"Isn't that what you used to do?" Grandpa said with a smile while watching TV in the living room.
"You know nothing," grandma turned around, "I used to do it to survive! Now you can't survive?"
"You two will stop talking later," Milo Ding stood between them, "Let's talk about business."
"Have you promised me?" Grandma asked.
"I didn't agree," Milo Ding said, "I said I would try it when I went home."
"Only your two knives, you try it," grandma said with disdain, "If your mother finds out, it will be time to say that we didn't take care of you...Have you told them that you won't go home for dinner today?"
"I'll say it now." Milo Ding said.
"This unlucky kid," grandma sighed, "let your grandpa tell you. If you don't tell them until now, you'll have to argue again."
Grandpa picked up the phone, put on his reading glasses and started dialing.
Oscar Lin was studying in the classroom tonight. The table was piled with books and papers. He was concentrating on it with his head lowered.
I want to mix the box of two-color ice cream in my hand with a stainless steel spoon.
"You cover it for a while, won't it be easier to work with once it becomes soft?" Elliott Chen said, "My brain usually works so well, why is it now like it's covered in R@p3seed oil?"
"I don't want to eat anything that has melted." Oscar Lin said.
"Then you can scR@p3 it from the cream side to the chocolate side, and then eat it in one bite." Elliott Chen said.
"Read your book," Oscar Lin glanced at him, "If you can't read it, let's have a competition?"
Elliott Chen leaned back on the table: "I'm not looking for abuse. Brother Lin said, don't challenge yourself now. It will easily damage your self-confidence."
Oscar Lin laughed and continued to stir the ice cream.
Ever since he asked Milo Ding to help find someone, a night and a day had passed, and there was still no news from Milo Ding. Oscar Lin guessed that the matter was difficult to conceal because there were no details, and Ding Banxian'er was worried.
Fortunately, he didn't really place his hopes on fortune telling.
However, Ding Banxian'er still sent him a message the next afternoon when the second period was over.
-This person is definitely not here. He has not been here for a year before and after.
The message was followed by a video.
Oscar Lin stood in the corridor and clicked on the video.
The camera is pointed at the ground, but it can be seen that it is in a small park and the floor tiles look the same.
Then a hand reached into the camera, accompanied by Milo Ding's voice: "Look, I didn't fool you."
There are three copper coins in the palm of his hand.
Then the copper coins were thrown to the ground, picked up again, and thrown again...
Because there were classmates coming and going around him, Oscar Lin didn't look too closely. Anyway, after throwing it away, the video ended.
It's cloudy and foggy.
-Anything else to ask?
Milo Ding sent another message.
-You didn't go to school?
Milo Ding looked at the message on his phone and took a long time to react.
-Are you able to focus on the key points? ? ? ? ?
-Don’t go to work either?
When Milo Ding saw this, he stuffed his phone into his pocket and sighed.
He wasn't sure if what Oscar Lin was going to say next was "You're so smart, why don't you study?", but he always felt that it would be something similar.
Although he didn't stop reading, he didn't want to bother explaining.
Hello, classmate Lin, I am studying. I am in the third middle school, and my grade ranking is within ten...Then my father's voice will ring in my ears.
You are so smart, you should be better, but you just don't work hard...
"Ah." Milo Ding sighed, took out a paper that was just issued today from his schoolbag, spread it on the ground, lowered his head and started to read.
"Every inch of time is worth an inch of gold." Dadong's voice came from behind.
"Don't your life start at eight o'clock in the evening and end at two o'clock in the middle of the night?" Milo Ding said, "Why did you escape this time?"
"I was passing by, here," Dadong sat next to him and handed over a box of two-color ice cream, "I mean, seeing you here, I immediately went to buy your favorite..."
"Say." Milo Ding looked at the paper at his feet.
"What did you say?" Dadong asked.
"It's something." Milo Ding said.
"Damn, do I have to have something to do to buy you ice cream?" Dadong looked hurt.
"Isn't it?" Milo Ding turned to look at him.
"...It seems to be true." Dadong thought for a while.
"I don't even have time to join you before the college entrance examination." Milo Ding opened the ice cream box and tried hard to mix the two flavors with a small spoon. "Find someone else."
"Who laid down the ground!" Dadong shouted, "Who laid down the ground! Will you talk to me!"
"Are you performing on the streets?" Milo Ding asked.
"Yes." Dadong replied.
"Do you charge for ordering songs?" Milo Ding asked again.
"...Yes." Dadong replied.
"Then you..." Milo Ding continued.
Dadong interrupted him: "Okay, okay, if you don't have time, you don't have time...I'm just confused. Do you still know that you are going to take the college entrance examination? I haven't seen you do well before." My heart, people who don’t know think you are a half-fairy by profession.”
Milo Ding clicked his tongue: "Do you see me every day? You are so careless in what you say."
Dadong performed in the small park at night. In order to prevent being caught temporarily to make up for the numbers, Milo Ding packed up his things and left the small park.
Oscar Lin didn't ask him about finding someone, and only said that the mall called and asked him to have time to pick up the induction cooker tomorrow. They made an appointment to meet at the Xinjia Gate at 6 p.m.
However, whether it was fortune-telling or fortune-telling, sometimes it was quite magical. Milo Ding half-calculated and half-guessed that the person Oscar Lin was looking for was his brother or sister.
Of course, even without him, he could almost guess the small details that were difficult to detect when Oscar Lin talked about this person, as well as his reaction when he talked about his brothers and sisters last time.
Milo Ding even felt that his indifferent attitude towards abandoned babies might have something to do with this.
It's just that it's not convenient for him to ask more questions. No matter what kind of family, if a person is missing, it is not something that strangers can touch casually.
"Am I late?" When Oscar Lin arrived at Xinjia's door, he saw Milo Ding sitting on the steps with a bored look on his face.
It looks like I have to wait here for twenty minutes to get into this state.
He quickly glanced at the time.
"I'm not late," Milo Ding stood up, "I'm early."
"Then go in," Oscar Lin said, "Just the ID card and the coupon, right?"
"Well," Milo Ding nodded, "I'm sorry for wasting your time."
"Why are you so polite all of a sudden?" Oscar Lin looked at him, a little confused, "Just buy me a bottle of Coke that day."
"Speak conscientiously!" Milo Ding immediately raised his voice.
"There are also milk tea and snacks." Oscar Lin said.
"I even made a fortune for you!" Milo Ding said, "And then I made another fortune! It cost me so many brain cells."
Oscar Lin didn't respond.
To be honest, the message Milo Ding sent that day made him a little disappointed.
He didn't really expect to find it, but when Milo Ding said that this person had not been here for several years, whether it was true or not, he felt a little uncomfortable.
After taking the induction cooker and walking out of the mall, Oscar Lin couldn't help but ask, "Are you accurate?"
"I really don't know about this," Milo Ding held the induction cooker, "I can only say that this is the result that I can calculate. If you still want to know where this person is, I definitely can't. I can't help you. You can learn on your own. "
Oscar Lin smiled. Just when he was about to speak, Milo Ding tilted his head at him: "Let's go get some water."
"I don't drink water." Oscar Lin said.
Milo Ding looked back at him: "Drink, drink milk tea, drink..."
"I want to eat." Oscar Lin answered truthfully.
"You want me to treat you to dinner?" Milo Ding asked.
"No," Oscar Lin sighed, "Forget it, let me treat you to grilled skewers. Are there any good ones around here?"
"You're asking the right person," Milo Ding raised his eyebrows, "I'm familiar with this place, let's go."
"I thought you were just hanging out in the small park." Oscar Lin followed him forward.
"I've been around a lot," Milo Ding said, "I have acquaintances in every place you can name."
"Really?" Oscar Lin smiled.
Milo Ding took him into a large shop, and the smell of grilled skewers hit his nostrils.
There were not too many people in the store during dinner time, so they found a small table and sat down. When the waiter brought the skewers, Milo Ding ordered a few more bottles of beer, and then took out his mobile phone to pay.
"I'll do it." Oscar Lin reached out to block the QR code on the table.
"I can afford it," Milo Ding said, "There's an induction cooker."
"After I've invited you to buy this induction cooker," Oscar Lin said, "Isn't your grandma just charging for free?"
Milo Ding laughed.
"You don't have a job either, right?" Oscar Lin took out his phone and scanned the code, "Save some money."
"So you have a job?" Milo Ding asked.
"I am a student and have a legitimate source of pocket money," Oscar Lin said, "I also have a part-time job."
To be honest, although Oscar Lin had a deep misunderstanding of him, Milo Ding still felt quite touched by his logic like taking advantage of others.
"Okay," Milo Ding put the phone away, opened a bottle of wine and put it in front of him, "Thank you."
"Don't drink." Oscar Lin said.
"Are you driving?" Milo Ding asked.
"...I just don't drink," Oscar Lin sighed, "and I have to review at night."
"It's really hard work." Milo Ding said smoothly.
"You should find a job when you have time," Oscar Lin said, "or learn something."
"Why?" Milo Ding picked up the bottle and took a sip.
"Then how do you make money?" Oscar Lin said, "Do you tell fortunes? It's not easy to fool people now."
Milo Ding laughed and wiped the beer foam from his mouth: "Don't tell me, sometimes it's really funny. Let me tell you about a neighbor of mine when I was a child."
"Huh?" Oscar Lin was quite interested.
"This old man said he was a Maoshan Taoist priest who could cure diseases. A child in our alley had a headache, so his mother took him to the old man's place." Milo Ding took a skewer of mutton and ate it, "the old man wrote on the ground "Wind, Fire and Thunder", then poked the words with a tree branch and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts." Oscar Lin responded cooperatively.
Milo Ding nodded: "The old man changed the word again and poked it up. Does it still hurt?"
"Seems better?" Oscar Lin continued to cooperate.
"Clever," Milo Ding gave him a thumbs up, "I poked it a few more times, then dug the branch into the soil, and the child said it didn't hurt anymore."
"Psychological hints," Oscar Lin said, "Children are particularly receptive to psychological hints."
"I thought about it at that time," Milo Ding held his chin, "What if I do it the other way around?"
"How to do it the other way around?" Oscar Lin asked.
"I told the kid that I can do it too. I am the old man's close disciple," Milo Ding said. "He has taught me all his secrets throughout his life. I also told him that the old man's secrets came from my Heavenly Spirit Cap." It was pressed in. "
Oscar Lin held a bunch of chicken wings and laughed so hard that he couldn't even eat them.
"Oh---" Milo Ding pressed his hand on the table to imitate the action, "I pressed it in like this. The child believed it immediately. I said I will write a few words for you."
"What did you write?" Oscar Lin asked while smiling.
"Big, medium, small," Milo Ding said, "I was in kindergarten at that time. I knew a lot of words, but I couldn't write them down. He didn't know them anyway. After I finished writing, I would poke at the words and ask, do you have any words in your head? pain?"
Oscar Lin started to laugh.
"A child said it seemed a little bit?" Milo Ding also laughed, "I actually poked it three times. When I poked the last time, I said you should have a headache right now! Then I stuck the stick in Tuli, oh! Poor, that kid ran away with his head in his hands. "
"Does it hurt?" Oscar Lin tried hard not to laugh.
"It hurt all night, and my mother came over to chase me and beat me." Milo Ding took a bite of the mutton.
"You have to tell him that he can just use the stick in the soil." Oscar Lin said seriously.
"Damn," Milo Ding said happily, "have you ever done this kind of thing? You're in a good position."
"No," Oscar Lin shook his head, "When I was a kid, I wasn't as...clever as you."
Milo Ding said nothing, smiled and took another bite of the mutton.
Oscar Lin's slight pause was probably to avoid words such as smart, because he knew that he didn't like being called a prodigy, and he probably didn't want to be praised for being smart either...
Milo Ding picked up the beer bottle, lightly knocked it on Oscar Lin's hand holding the chicken wings, and took a sip of wine.
When Oscar Lin returned to the dormitory, he carried two bags of barbecue as usual and blew through the guard room like the wind. The only difference was that today he had an extra book in his hand.
Milo Ding didn't know why, but he carried the mystery of palmistry with him all day long.
After finishing the skewers today, I came out and handed the book to Oscar Lin solemnly: "Don't you want to read it? I'll let you read it for three days. I'm not responsible for affecting your review."
Oscar Lin looked at his expression and felt as if what he had received was a handwritten secret book handed down by the last magic stick in the world.
When he returned to the dormitory with two bags of barbecue, before the first period of evening self-study was over, Oscar Lin picked up a bag and prepared to throw it on the table next door.
As soon as he opened the dormitory door, the door next door also opened. Simon Xu stuck his head out and said, "I smell a smell that can make people crazy at night."
"The nose works so well." Oscar Lin handed him the barbecue, "Didn't you go to self-study?"
"Go right away," Simon Xu said, "I just finished taking a shower, so I don't want a bunch of people to rob me at night...Are you going to study on your own?"
"No, I'll read a book in my dormitory for a while." Oscar Lin said.
"What book?" Simon Xu asked.
"A book for learning." Oscar Lin smiled.
"What kind of book are you studying?" Simon Xu also laughed, "The tone of your voice makes it sound like this is not a study book for college entrance examination review."
"Looking at faces." Oscar Lin cleared his throat.
"...Sure," Simon Xu gave him a thumbs up, "You are a legend."
"If you have too many skills, you can take multiple paths." Oscar Lin answered seriously.
"Okay," Simon Xu patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the stairs, "remember to get me a 20% off card when it opens."
"No problem." Oscar Lin nodded.
After Simon Xu left, Oscar Lin was the only one left in the corridor of the dormitory for the senior year. It was so quiet that one could feel the strong pressure.
He lay down on the railing and watched Simon Xu trot towards the classroom.
A good student who works hard and has a sense of urgency and self-discipline.
I don’t know if Milo Ding has ever tried reading faces. How will the faces of two people who look alike be different? They obviously have similar looks, but have completely different personalities and lives.
Oscar Lin lay down by the railing for a while, ready to go back to the dormitory, when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
He took it out and took a look, and was a little surprised to find that it was Harvey Lao calling.
"Brother Lin?" He answered the phone.
"Are you at school?" Harvey Lao asked.
"In the dormitory." He said.
"I'll go find you." Harvey Lao said.
"What's the matter?" Oscar Lin frowned.
"Your dad came here this afternoon," Harvey Lao said, "I'll go over and explain it to you in detail."
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