"Will I give you two thousand dollars to you, and that's all for the cause and effect?" Yang Qingwu said casually.

"Yes, yes! Since that's the case, I will tell you well. I only look at people's eyebrows and eyes. If I count my life, I can't count them between them! Younger generations, your eyebrows are raised, and phoenix patterns appear. The eyes are slender and slightly curved, and naturally gather wind and water. It can be said that I have my own style and have already formed a royal appearance!"

When the charlatan heard that the two thousand yuan was worth, his eyes suddenly lit up and he immediately talked:

"The king and prince! Then why am I suffering now!"

Yang Qingwu smiled slightly and asked:

"Young people, you should know that most strange creatures are always weathered. Your phoenix pattern has appeared and will soon rise up, haha. This, young people, we are destined to be destined to ask you for money, but this is just cause and effect..... Cough cough, you see, that two thousand is fast money?"

The charlatan uncle stared at Yang Qingwu's pocket with a embarrassed look on his face and said angrily:

"This, I spent two thousand yuan before getting on the car, and I only had two yuan of change in my pocket!"

As he said that, Yang Qingwu struggled to take out two wrinkled one-yuan banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the table, and then took a sip of wine.

"you……..!"

When the charlatan heard this, the charlatan's eyes widened, and muttered in a laugh and crying voice, beating the eagle all day long, but a small family bird pecked at it. However, he put the two dollars in his pocket very quickly and took the wine bottle in front of him.

The very injured uncle stopped talking and leaned against the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

The car suddenly fell into silence.

"I wonder if the gentleman is a master of the Luantou school or a god of the genius? Can you show me the appearance?"

I don’t know how long it took, but the girl who had been drawing with her head down, looked up at the charlatan uncle without any slightest breath and said something.

Yang Qingwu, who had been drowsy, was suddenly awakened.

The girl's eyes are like water and her slap slap, her white and delicate face and her cherry red lips are even more colorful.

The Emei has long swept her hair, her nose is straight, and there is a faint tranquility and charm between her eyebrows. It is very moving.

"Since I don't believe it, why bother to joke with me?"

The charlatan said lightly without opening his eyes:

"How do you know I don't believe it? You have to see what you think."

Hearing this, the charlatan opened his eyes and stared at the girl with a pair of triangular eyes.

It looks very vulgar and vulgar.

That's it, the girl let the charlatan watch straight with a slightly shy smile.

Just when Yang Qingwu felt that the uncle's eyes and saliva were about to fall off together, he slowly closed his eyes, sighed, and said with a look of a paradise: "What a pair of wonderful people!"

"I wonder what sir has seen?" the girl asked slowly:

"Miss, your fate is so precious that you can't speak for yourself. You will be so noble that you can't speak for your whole life! But there is always sadness in the extreme happiness! Heavenly secrets, heavenly secrets."

"Does sir want two dollars too?" the girl smiled and joked:

"Ahem, this is not! Girl, if I say you have a husband and wife with him, can you believe it?"

The charlatan uncle pointed at Yang Qingwu who was watching the joke on the side and said in a divine manner:

Upon hearing this, this person has traveled almost all over China and seen all kinds of things in the world. He always carries a book called "Two Cities" and "Will of Power" in his backpack and smiles sweetly.

Looking up and down at Yang Qingwu, she looked at Yan Xing with a slightly shy smile with a charming smell.

There was no such metropolitan girl's shallow contempt and self-confidence. She just looked at a strange man quietly and smiled faintly.

Yang Qingwu grinned shyly and showed off her white teeth, which was a reaction.

But he glared at the charlatan again in a blink of an eye.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

Ye Jinyao seemed to be a little playful and wanted to hear an explanation.

"If you don't have the fate, the three thousand great worlds will be full of Bodhi. Why do you smile with him alone?"

When Ye Jinyao and Yang Qingwu said this genius in a slightly thick Hebei accent, Ye Jinyao and Yang Qingwu were stunned at the same time, not because of how brilliant the sentence was, but because they were defeated by the charlatan's unfaithful pretending gentle appearance.

The two met and smiled again, but both found that each other looked a little unnatural.

However, the one who has taken the most little red flowers since childhood, listened to countless praises, painted landscapes and figures everywhere, and Ye Jinyao, who has seen Nietzsche and Kant, is about fate and love at first sight, is destined not to appear in her world.

Similarly, it is even more unreliable for Yang Qingwu, who had learned to decoct Chinese medicine and hunt in Taoist temples since childhood, and kneeled down for the sake of the critically ill mother, who missed the college entrance examination and wandered around and tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. She had just killed two people and a dog from a black coal mine, and escaped with a knife.

"Destiny, destiny, destiny!"

When the charlatan saw that the two of them didn't believe it, he was very dissatisfied and muttered.

"Ticket checked! Ticket checked!

Just as Ye Jinyao was about to say something, the conductor came to check the tickets.

Everyone had to search for the ticket and wait for inspection.

"Your ticket is a fake ticket! Get the ticket back up!" The yawning conductor carefully rubbed the ticket handed over by Yang Qingwu and said:

"How could it be a fake ticket? I clearly bought it at your train station." Yang Qingwu explained weakly:

"You can see if it's a fake ticket. The trains are all re-tied. They also said they bought it at our train station. Please make up for the tickets! Don't try to get through, otherwise the passenger police will detain you directly in the police station!"

Smelling Yang Qingwu's mouth full of alcohol, the conductor frowned and said in a bad tone:

The conductor rubbed the ticket hard and indeed some numbers fell off.

When he heard the police officer and the police station, Yang Qingwu's face turned faintly flushed and suddenly became dark.

Touching the wrinkled change that was only thirty yuan in his pocket, Yang Qingwu glanced at the charlatan uncle sitting next to him.

"I only have two dollars on it, it's yours, and my ticket is also fake!"

The charlatan uncle approached Yang Qingwu'er and said helplessly:

Looking at the flight attendant who was slowly walking over not far away, Yang Qingwu's face was gloomy and clear.

The man sitting opposite seemed to feel something, and took out his hands that were originally placed in his pocket, and inadvertently placed it at the girl forty-five degrees.

"Do you make up for the ticket?" the conductor urged impatiently:

"Give!"

Ye Jinyao handed out two neat, one hundred yuan famous coins with clean and slender fingers, with a slight smile.

The conductor recovered the twenty yuan in surprise and puzzled, looked at Ye Jinyao and walked away.

"Thank you, how do I give it back to you?"

Yang Qingwu's eyes were pure, and she showed some undetectable sadness, and said embarrassedly:

"Do you have to pay it back?"

"I'm not used to owe others."

Whether he owes others money or owes others love. Yang Qingwu didn’t explain it clearly. Ye Jinyao didn’t think about it carefully.

"I want to pay it back in the future. I will call this. If it is convenient for me, I will get it!"

Ye Jinyao tore off a piece of paper from the drawing board beside him, wrote a string of numbers and handed it to Yang Qingwu.

Araki sat opposite, the strong man with sharp eyes curled his lips without notice, feeling that this man was not happy enough.

Seeing Yang Qingwu carefully put the paper close to her body, Ye Jinyao's eyes lit up slightly, and then he turned out the window to look at the wheat fields under the bright sun and the undulating mountains in the distance.

The train that had been roaring for a day soon arrived at the station, Shanghai.

For Yang Qingwu, he could only think of the unfamiliar city with a few words, namely prosperity, economic capital, and fashion capital, which is not like the charlatan Wang Sanquan, who said his blessed land!

But he could only sell his best in this city and ask for something to eat!
Chapter completed!