I really don't want to be a teacher

A little smile appeared on his face, and he smiled slightly.

Turning his gaze back, Lian Ge looked at the old Taoist priest,

"Daoist. The question you want to ask has been asked, and the hexagram gold has been paid. You should go."

With a calm tone, Lian Ge looked at the old Taoist priest and said something again.

"...Thank you, Master...Thank you, Master, for your kindness in solving the confusion..."

Standing up and bowing towards Lian Ge, the old Taoist said, looking to the side again,

"The real person, the poor Taoist will leave first... Thank the real person for explaining the confusion and preaching..."

The old Taoist spoke back, paused, and then spoke to Lian Ge.

Standing again, the old Taoist turned around, moved his feet, walked away from the booth, and walked towards the booth he set up a little further away.

……

next to, a little farther away,

The vendor who hadn't opened yet just stood up and lifted the lid of the pot.

Some hot air was escaping from the boiling pot, turned around, picked up a long-handled spoon, and picked up a bowl in the other hand,

Containing freshly boiled things,

Put some in the bowl, and then put some soup, some hot air overflowed from the bowl, swaying some lights towards the street lamps, rising.

Put down the bowl, pick up the lid of the pot vendor, look forward along the street,

I saw the old Taoist priest who had just walked away from the booth and was walking towards his booth.

Standing on his feet, he stopped what he was doing. The vendor turned his head, looked into the pot, and took a bowl from the side.

……

Move your feet, bend your body, and walk back to the old Taoist priest in front of the booth,

He raised his head, looked towards the quiet street, and looked at the river on the other side of the street. He stood there, his eyes dazed,

Immediately afterwards, he turned around again, lowered his head, and looked at the booth he set up,

Some smiles gradually emerged on the face.

I have been seeking the Tao for more than seventy years, and I finally heard the Tao today.

Seeming to be getting more and more happy, the old Taoist smiled and stretched out his hand to put away the things in his booth.

……

"... Daoist, Daoist..."

At this time, the peddler not far away, who was still leaving, came over cautiously with a bowl filled with steam and a pair of chopsticks.

Seeing that the old Taoist priest was already closing the stall, he hurriedly greeted him.

The old Taoist stopped his movements, turned around, and saw a vendor walking up to him with a bowl,

In the bowl overflowing with some heat, there are some glutinous rice balls, and a piece of brown sugar that has almost melted in the soup.

"Daoist, today is the Lantern Festival. I cooked some glutinous rice balls by myself, and I cooked too much. Daoist, let's eat some together, it's the festival."

The vendor smiled and talked aloud to the old Taoist priest,

"...I added some brown sugar, I don't know if it suits your taste, don't be disgusted."

"...Thank you, thank you..."

The old Taoist watched, smiled, and responded,

"...No thanks, why are you being polite, just a few glutinous rice balls, it's not worth much...For the holidays..."

"...Here, Daoist, eat first, I have to eat my bowl of glutinous rice balls too."

Passed the bowl of glutinous rice balls and chopsticks to the old Taoist priest,

The vendor smiled and walked back.

Chapter 811

Then the moon emerges from the mist, and casts some moonlight on the river,

It reflects the moon, and also reflects the lights of the riverside street lamps swaying on the river surface, with the breeze blowing, with sparkling waves.

The breeze blowing across the river, with some water vapor, slightly shakes the branches and leaves of the trees on the riverside and streets, disturbs the skirts of several people under the street lamp, and the old Taoist standing under the street lamp holds the bowl of glutinous rice balls in the hands of the rising mist .

Happy, the old Taoist held the chopsticks, put the bowl close to his mouth, ate some hot glutinous rice balls, then raised his head, looked at the moonlight and the lights on the river, with a smile on his face.

Then buried his head and ate the glutinous rice balls in the bowl.

……

"...Thank you, thank you."

"...Why are you being polite, just a bowl of glutinous rice balls..."

The old Taoist returned the bowls and chopsticks to the stall owner who set up the stall. The stall owner put down the bowl in his hand, smiled and got up to answer,

"... It's also the Lantern Festival. Daoist, do you want more? If it's not enough, I'll give you some more..."

"...No, no...Thank you."

The old Taoist smiled and said thanks again.

He turned around and walked back to the booth he set up.

He rolled up the cloth on his booth, and lifted the stools in front of the booth,

Some were happy, smiling, walking along the street, gradually walking away.

……

next to the street,

The stall owner, holding chopsticks, ate the last glutinous rice ball in the bowl, took another deep breath,

Standing up, standing on his feet, looking at the distance along the street, he also turned around and packed up his things.

After packing up the things in the stall, the stall owner rode the tricycle that went out of the stall, and gradually walked away along the street.

next to the street,

It became more and more quiet.

It seemed that there was only the rustling of the branches and leaves of the trees on the side of the street being disturbed by the breeze, mixed with the gurgling and flowing sound of the river on the other side of the street.

……

Seeing the old Taoist walk away with a brisk pace, watching the remaining vendor also gradually go away,

Behind the booth, Lian Ge stood up,

Turning his gaze, he looked a little further away, some lights reflecting on the river, and looked at the distant houses among the tall buildings, where some lights were still on.

Looking away, Lian Ge waved his hand, put the piece of cloth on the ground away again, and disappeared on the ground.

Then casually, he lifted up the two stools placed on the ground, Lian Ge turned his gaze again,

And at this time,

On the quiet street, some noisy voices sounded a little far away, and gradually approached with the breeze.

……

"...Mr. Xu...Your vision is really unspeakable... At the beginning, many of us thought we were well-informed, but in the end we all fell into the pit, and you are the only one, Mr. Xu...Your eyes are like torches...you are still Yes, Mr. Xu, your drinking capacity is the same..."

"...Mr. Xu is not good at this... Who doesn't say a word, Mr. Xu is like this..."

A few middle-aged men who seemed to have just finished their meal, dressed in suits and ties, with drunken faces, staggered on their feet, smelled of alcohol, and praised the person walking in the middle,

The person walking in the middle was dressed a little more casually, his face seemed to be flushed from the alcohol, his eyes were a little drunk, but he was better than the people around him,

"...The eyes are like torches, it's just luck..."

Smelling of alcohol, the middle-aged man surrounded in the middle said with a smile on his face, turned his head, and looked forward along the street,

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man stopped his movements, and the drunkenness in his eyes suddenly faded away.

He took a step forward, staggered, followed closely, and hurriedly ran towards Lian Ge's side,

And the people who followed beside him couldn't help but stop, looking at the middle-aged man who hurriedly ran towards Lian Ge's side, with some doubts in their eyes.

……

"...Master, Master..."

In a hurry, the middle-aged man ran up to Lian Ge and shouted,

"...Master, do you still remember me? I was here before, last year. You made a fortune for me."

Somewhat in a hurry, the middle-aged man said aloud.

"remember."

Lifting two stools in his hands, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the middle-aged man, and said something calmly.

This middle-aged man was the one who calculated the second hexagram for the first time here.

"...Master, Master... You gave me some advice last time. After solving my puzzles, I came here after a while, and I never met you again...Today, I didn't expect to meet you again, Master. "

The middle-aged man was a little happy, joyful, and then hurriedly said,

"...Master, look, see if you can, if you can help me solve my doubts this time, and give me some pointers... I will let someone arrange, arrange to realize some things again, and pay the money to you, Master. ..."

While talking, the middle-aged man hurriedly fumbled for the phone in his pocket.

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Lian Ge shook his head,

"Today's three hexagrams have been calculated, let's do it next time."

With a calm tone, Lian Ge said something out loud.

"...Then, then..."

The middle-aged man stopped his movements, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask something, but he still didn't make a sound.

He paused, then nodded,

"...Well, I won't delay you, master... Master, thank you, thank you for clarifying my doubts last time. Thank you... Next time, if you are free, master, please let me take care of you when you pass by here again." Thank you Master."

Grateful, the middle-aged man said out loud.

Glancing at the middle-aged man again, Lian Ge turned his gaze again, walked along the street, looked into the distance,

"Go home early."

With a calm tone, Lian Ge said something aloud, then moved away and walked forward along the street.

"……thanks."

Standing where he was, the middle-aged man paused, then thanked him again.

Waiting for Lian Ge to go far away, he stood up again, the middle-aged man turned around, and moved a little further to the side, and several middle-aged people had already walked over to look at him.

Move your feet and walk over.

"...Mr. Xu, you are here..."

One of them looked in the direction where Lian Ge was walking away, and couldn't help saying.

"...Meet a noble man."

The middle-aged man responded with a smile, followed closely, looked at these people and said,

"...Mr. Cheng, Mr. Qian...Let's go here first today. We'll talk about the company's affairs tomorrow morning...I'm so called that the valet driver is coming soon...I'll go back first."

The middle-aged man was talking, raised his head, looked into the distance, and then looked at the moon above his head,

"...Today is the Lantern Festival..."

The middle-aged man murmured and said something out loud.

The people next to him couldn't help turning their heads and looking around, the drunkenness on their faces seemed to have faded a bit.