Chapter 10 The Tenth Hexagram

After the autumnal equinox, the weather gets colder.

Xuan Ge put a spoonful of soup in a small celadon plate. After tasting it, he felt it was a little light, so he added some salt and went in. The door of the store was pushed open, and it was a regular customer.

“What to eat today?”

The other party put the briefcase on the chair next to him, but didn't look at the menu, "Just just have a pork ribs and lotus root soup, I haven't eaten it for a long time."

"Well, wait twenty minutes."

The waiting time is always long, and there are only two people in the store. A regular customer found a topic to chat with Xuan Ge, saying that he had been away from home for more than a month before, and he was so busy that he lost a few pounds.

Xuan Ge smiled and said in a second sentence, "At that time, I'll put two more pieces of ribs for you to make up for it."

The other party clasped his hands together, his tone exaggerated, "Thank you, boss!" Withdrawing his hand, he seemed to remember something, "Is the boss's cat okay? My family was getting angry and took it back from a friend's house before, but he ignored me for two days."

After hearing this question, Xuan Ge's hand was slapping onion, and continued as if nothing had happened, answering, "No." He used a porcelain plate to pack the green onion. He paused for a while before continuing, "I ran away the night I brought him food back and never came back."

The other party didn't expect that he would hit the pain when he found a topic. He was a little embarrassed and quickly saved it. "Cats are all like this. They like to go to see the flower world outside, but they know who treats it well and will always come back."

As he said that, he talked about his childhood, when he was a child, his grandfather's cat ran out in the middle of the night and came back two years later.

Xuan Ge didn't listen carefully to the following words. He put a large bowl of soup, sprinkled some chopped green onions, and brought them to the dining table, "Then I'll lend you a good word."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xuan Ge turned off the decorative lights early and took out a notebook to record the accounts. After writing a few words, he subconsciously looked at the door, always feeling that in the next second, someone would slid on the door frame, with a white face, and panting and calling his name.

I don’t know why I always have such unrealistic ideas. Xuan Ge thought, maybe it was because the other party ran too fast and had not had time to explain what he wanted to say yet?

He guessed that Lu Yao must have known that he saw his red pupils, so he ran so quickly. But you are not afraid of my abnormal healing ability, why am I afraid of your red pupils?

This unilateral escape is really helpless.

And I just left, but before I left, I actually did everything, and even the mint on the balcony was poured thoroughly.

Close the account book, Xuan Ge casually hooked the keychain to close the door. The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt. He felt that if he could really see someone again, he must scold the person first. It is really not worth promoting and promoting the idea of ​​saying goodbye without saying goodbye.

After stepping on fallen leaves under his feet, Xuan Ge was a little worried - the weather was getting colder, and I didn't know if Lu Xiaomao had the money to buy thick clothes.

Lu Yao caught a cold again.

He held a pack of paper in his hand and sat under an old ginkgo tree on the side of the road. He pressed a piece of white paper with three small stones beside him, which read "Traveling" on it. His equipment was very simple. He also didn't look very talented and his business was extremely depressed.

The wind blew over and Lu Yao sneezes, and tears came out. He sucked a piece of paper to wipe it, thinking that autumn is indeed a season that makes people cry, and it is too unfriendly!

Just when Lu Yao was struggling whether he wanted to buy a white wig to wear and try the "Cross-haired fortune-telling master" that could not be done, a big red trot suddenly stopped in front of him, and the tires and the ground made a harsh friction sound.

Lu Yao was not energetic. He had a dead aura yesterday and stayed in the hard bed of a small hotel. His whole body was cold and painful all night. He was just dawn and he fell asleep in a daze for a while. After getting up, he found that he had a cold again and was drowsy all day long.

So when Cheng Xiao lowered the window glass, took out his sunglasses and was about to say hello, he found that Lu Yao was looking at him expressionlessly, his eyes seemed to be able to see people's hearts.

The other person shivered and asked with fear, "Master Lu, what have you done?"

Last time, his car had a tire blown up halfway, and coincidentally stopped next to Lu Yao's fortune-telling stall. Because he was bored, he even had a fortune-telling. As a result, he was predicted that his arm would be injured by a metal object within three days and would be broken.

Cheng Xiao firmly did not believe in these unscientific things, but to be on the safe side, he refused all kinds of situations and stayed at home for three days in a row to cultivate his body and cultivate his character. Unexpectedly, on the third night, after taking a shower, he dripped his slippers on his slippers and slid down the stairs and rolled down the stairs.

But the miracle was that when he rolled down so high, he had only broken his forearm and was scratched by metal carving when he pulled the handrail. There was no other problem.

When he woke up from the hospital, he just wanted to say - this is so fucking amazing!

After hearing what the other party said clearly, Lu Yao shook his head dizzyly and reluctantly cheered up, "It's you, what do you want to be?"

Seeing that Lu Yao finally took care of him, Cheng Xiao quickly opened the door and got out of the car, clasped his fists, "Master Lu, please save my life!" He was thick-skinned and did not take the age difference of at least five years old seriously.

"I calculated last time, haven't there been any major disasters recently?" Lu Yao recalled Cheng Xiao's hexagram last time, "The fortune is prosperous and the career is smooth. Except for attracting bad peach blossoms, it's all good. What life does it need me to save?" He looked Cheng Xiao up and down, worried that his fortune telling accuracy had deviated again.

The wind was a bit strong, Cheng Xiao pulled his windbreaker, nodded several times, and smiled, "Master, you are right, but I came to see you when I encountered a big problem. Tonight, my brother formed a game, the racing guy, it was very exciting, so I asked me to go, of course I was very moved! I have been at home for more than a month, you don't know, I was so drunk by my mother's soup of pig trotters and chicken feet-"

"Please state the central idea."

"Uh, there are racing cars and small bets at night, but I lost my face. I beg Master Lu to command the spot!"

Lu Yao felt a little shaken. He had never seen the live version of the racing car since he was so old, but he had a cold and didn't want to run around. He just wanted to go back and cover the quilt and sleep.

After thinking about it, he simply wrote a fortune for himself - the north, the old friend came. His heart was thumping, and Lu Yao suddenly looked up at Cheng Xiao, "Is your situation located in the north of the city?"

"It's Chengbei! Master, how did you calculate it?"

Without answering this question, Lu Yao lowered his eyes, put his fingers into his pocket of clothes, and unconsciously pinched the three coins placed inside.

——He had seen this hexagram before, but he saw that he was not an old friend when he opened his eyes.

It was not until the coins were stained with his body temperature that Lu Yao gave the answer, "I'll go."

As he got on the co-pilot, Lu Yao regretted it again - what if he went, what would Xuan Ge really do?

After a while of confusion, he still didn't get off the bus, but he was absent-minded along the way. He didn't know if he saw the notes he left behind and was angry when he came back. But he probably wouldn't be angry either...

The racing place is on an abandoned mountain road north of the city. There are already many people when we go there, and the roar of the accelerator has caused a burst of noise.

Cheng Xiao was obviously familiar with the venue, and turned all the way in with a big red trot. The headlights passed through the darkness and could see all kinds of men and women.

While turning the steering wheel, Cheng Xiao explained to Lu Yao, "After a while, there will be seven cars on the field. Choose one and place a bet. You can calculate it for me. Just choose which one you lose is not too ugly."

"Yeah", Lu Yao looked out the window and it was already dark. There were not many stars in the sky, but the moonlight was beautiful. He thought about it and asked, "Who are the people participating?"

"There are some amateurs who specialize in black competitions, and some like to stimulate themselves to sign up, but their level is very high. Every time I watch it, I want to run a few laps by myself, but this breaking hand is too hindering to perform."

Lu Yao nodded, his heart became even more nervous as if he was playing the drums.

When he arrived at the place, Lu Yao got out of the car. Someone next to him was asking Cheng Xiao who was carrying. Cheng Xiao spoke proudly, "I'm going to win the magic weapon I invited! Look at grandpa, I'll let you lose all your pants!" He burst into laughter.

Lu Yao looked around and didn't see anyone familiar, and didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved.

The competition began at nine o'clock. Cheng Xiao was extremely nervous in the stands, "Master Lu, there are six cars coming now. Which number should I buy?"

Without looking at the situation on the field, Lu Yao only looked at the hexagram and said, "Choose No. 7." After saying that, he raised his eyes and found that only No. 1 to No. 6 were parked behind the starting line and were preparing.

At this moment, a sudden roar of the accelerator came from the distant mountains, like a ferocious beast roaring. After a while, a car appeared in everyone's sight at an extremely fast speed. The body of the other party's heavy motorcycle was pitch black, as if it was about to melt into the night.

The referee waved the small flag in his hand, indicating that this was No. 7.

Cheng Xiao was very nervous, "Master Lu, just buy this number seven, right?"

Lu Yao didn't hear what Cheng Xiao was saying clearly, so he nodded randomly. He stared at the person wearing a black helmet on the motorcycle, subconsciously bit his lip, and his eyes seemed to stick to the other party's body and couldn't pull it off.

No. 7 was stuck in time and did not make pre-race preparations, so he drove the car behind the preparation line. Three minutes before the game officially started, he took off his helmet with his left hand and stepped on the ground with one foot. His long and tight muscled legs attracted a lot of attention.

A cigarette was lit, and many people were looking at him, and some were even shouting "No. 7", but he ignored him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sense of hostility was pressed between his eyebrows.

Staring at the golden red spark, Lu Yao felt that he could smell the mint smell mixed with a little tobacco smell.

Next, for six consecutive games, Cheng Xiao bought No. 7 as Lu Yao said, and he would win every game. After that, Cheng Xiao happily went to his brothers to brag about his strength. He felt that he had won so beautifully today, and it was Lu Yao who helped him, so he ran back and tried his best to invite Lu Yao to go to the bar to renew his stall.

Lu Yao's heart was up and down, and he refused without hearing what Cheng Xiao said clearly. The coins in his palm were pinched a little hot.

Cheng Xiao was about to continue persuading him, but suddenly he heard someone talking beside him, "He doesn't want to go."

A tall man walked over, holding a black helmet in his left hand and stepped on the ground with a hard-soled boot, making steady footsteps. Cheng Xiao was a little confused when he recognized the other person as the previous No. 7.

There was still a bit of anger in his eyes. Xuan Ge threw the mint smoke on the ground and stepped on it. He stood in front of Lu Yao. He didn't say anything for a long time. Lu Yao's sweat on his palm almost wet the coins. He was nervous when he found that Xuan Ge was getting closer, wrapped in the cool air of the autumn night, and his voice was a little low and hoarse.
Chapter completed!