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As soon as Jian Jie finished packing, she mentioned that she had urgent matters to attend to. My father tried his best to persuade her to stay a little longer, but in the end, he noticed the worry etched on her brow. Jian Jie promised that she would visit again when she had the time, which finally eased my father's mind. He accompanied her all the way to the village entrance.
Since our village was located near the mountains, transportation was not very convenient. I borrowed a motorcycle from my friend and offered to take Jian Jie to the county town to catch her bus. She sat behind me on the motorcycle, deliberately keeping some distance.
I kindly reminded her, "I ride pretty fast... Are you sure you don't want to hold onto my waist?"
Jian Jie scoffed, "You were probably still in diapers when I started riding motorcycles."
The mountain roads were already difficult to navigate, filled with potholes. I intentionally varied my speed, and eventually, Jian Jie pinched my waist hard before gently wrapping her arms around me.
It wasn't exactly a beautiful woman in my embrace, but the scent of shampoo from her hair brushing against my neck sent a thrill through me.
After riding for over an hour, we finally arrived at the county train station. I noticed that at some point, Jian Jie had put on sunglasses. She patted my shoulder and said, "Thanks! What I told you last night still stands—come find me at this address whenever you want."
With that, she left me with her carefree silhouette as she entered the station to buy her ticket.
I glanced at the piece of paper in my hand with a few sharp strokes of ink that bore no trace of feminine elegance.
"1 Riverside Avenue, N City!"
I stuffed the note into my Qiankun Bag and watched the bustling train station. Jian Jie didn’t seem so unpleasant after all; it was worth it for me to return the money she had given me earlier.
Even though we were poor, we still had our pride; I wouldn’t take advantage of her generosity.
As I walked back with my helmet in hand, just as I stepped off the stairs, a few middle-aged women approached me.
"Handsome guy, looking for a place to stay?"
"Handsome guy, need a ride?"
It was more terrifying than sticky candy; I had to exert all my strength to escape from the encirclement of the aunties.
After breaking free, I quickly took a different path to the parking lot to retrieve my car. As I walked, I kept glancing back, fearing those aunties would chase after me again.
So focused was I on looking behind that I stumbled over something on the ground. Looking down, I realized I had kicked over a fortune teller's Bagua Diagram.
The Bagua Diagram was originally held down by stones at its corners, but I had managed to lift one. As I restored it to its original position, I apologized, "Sorry about that."
The man sitting on the mat had a handlebar mustache and wore sunglasses. His hands were long and clean, giving him an air of authenticity.
I offered another apology and was about to leave when the man spoke up, "I can see that your Yintang is dark; have you encountered something troubling lately?"
He then lowered his voice and added in an eerie tone, "Or perhaps you've attracted something unclean?"
I thought to myself, wow, this fortune teller seems to have some skill. Indeed, I had encountered something related to Yin Sui in the cave, and it was inevitable that some residual energy lingered.
"Can you really tell?" I asked curiously, stopping in my tracks.
The man stroked his beard with an enigmatic expression and shook his head, saying, "No, no..."
I pressed on, "Then how can I resolve this?"
"The thing you've attracted this time is beyond my ability to handle. I suggest you go home and eat well, drink well, and enjoy the days ahead..." The fortune teller examined my features closely before shaking his head and sighing.
My master had once practiced fortune telling, also known as divination. Through observing facial features, palm lines, and calculating birth dates, some skilled practitioners could even determine one's fate using the Book of Changes to predict fortunes and misfortunes.
Curious, I asked, "Master, is there any hope for me?"
The fortune teller nodded gently. "Of course there are ways to avoid it; however, revealing too much can harm your moral standing..."
The master looked quite troubled, and seeing that I still didn’t understand, he rubbed his thumb and index finger together over his knees.
I had already figured it out and tossed ten yuan into the center of the Bagua Diagram on the ground. The master glanced down at it and sighed, saying, “Handsome, your heart isn’t sincere. I can’t say much more. Here’s a piece of advice: stay away from places with water.”
I thanked him and then left. Fortunately, my hearing was exceptional. The master probably thought I had walked far enough away, as he pocketed the money while muttering, “With such a demeanor, he doesn’t even understand the value of life for ten yuan? How cheap can life be?”
I chuckled to myself; he was quite good at this no-cost business. My mind began to wander—perhaps I should head to the city and try my luck there. After all, I was much better than that fortune-teller from earlier.
That man had only tried to deceive me because I looked young and naive. I still had some ability to read people, and if there were truly any sinister spirits or strange creatures around, I could sense them too.
Thinking of this made me excited, as if stacks of hundred-yuan bills were piling up before me. Just then, I realized I didn’t have a single dime on me; opening a shop wasn’t realistic.
With the New Year still some time away, starting with this no-cost business could be a good way to accumulate some initial capital.
I rode my bike quickly along the way, feeling the wind rush past my ears without feeling cold at all.
Around noon, I asked my dad to prepare more dishes and invited my friends over. After all, this was my first time as a bride being carried in a sedan chair. It was essential to gather everyone for advice and encouragement.
After a few rounds of drinks, I thumped my chest and raised my glass, declaring, “Everyone here, I have something significant to announce.”
Everyone thought I had drunk too much and brushed it off with laughter.
I slammed my glass down on the table and said loudly, “I’m going to the city to start a business! Once I get rich…”
“Do you have money to rent a storefront?” asked Huozi. “Besides, in business, no one can guarantee profits. How much can you earn at home with Ling Shu? You…”
The Monkey chimed in as well: “It’s better to think this through; we’re not rich second-generation kids who can afford to take risks.”
Even Fatty and Fei Fei, who usually supported me the most, nodded in agreement. Seeing this, I pounded my chest loudly and said, “I’m planning to start a no-cost business—what’s there to be afraid of?”
“Is there really such a good thing?” my father asked suspiciously.
I tilted my head back and downed a glass of wine, carefully recounting today’s events. Then I turned to everyone and asked, “Based on what happened with Chen Grandpa back then, do you think I’m more competitive compared to those fraudulent fortune tellers? Besides, with our image, if we don’t have a booming business, at least we’ll have enough to eat and live comfortably, right? Once our reputation grows and we start making money, I plan to open a shop. What do you all think?”
Hearing this, while others might not know my abilities, those present surely did.
The first to stand up was Fei Fei. She raised her glass and said, “I believe in Ling Feng. Let me toast to Ling Feng for prosperous business!”
I patted Fei Fei on the head, finished my drink in one go, and laughed, “Fei Fei is the most thoughtful!”
After some contemplation, the others also found my idea feasible. They all raised their glasses to challenge me to a drinking game.
I had never been drunk before, but tonight for some reason, I felt quite tipsy. Perhaps it was because I had found direction in my heart; the wine didn’t intoxicate me, but rather I became intoxicated by my own thoughts.
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