Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Because Ge Ying had lived here in the early years, she was quite familiar with her neighbors. Every day, apart from buying groceries, she would chat with some old ladies in the yard while basking in the sun, so her life was not boring.

Because Song Wei is busy with his studies, he goes out early and comes back late every day, and Ge Ying has also become accustomed to the life of her grandson.

Her daughter-in-law found a half-day job. Although the income was not high, Ge Ying was very happy that she only had to work half a day every day. After all, it was good for her daughter-in-law to earn enough money to buy food.

Everyone seems to spend their days like this, going to get off work and coming home, cooking and eating, opening their eyes to feed their mouths at dawn, and closing their eyes to nourish their spirits at night.

In the blink of an eye, it is the year when Song Wei graduates.

Song Wei studied for seven years for both his undergraduate and master's degrees and finally graduated.

After graduation, after many assessments, Song Wei entered Kyoto Third Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine as an intern.

Zhou Leng had never paid attention to Song Wei's love life, but Ge Ying would occasionally mention it.

A doctor who had a rare day off went to Panjiayuan with his girlfriend whom he had just been dating for a month on Tuesday. From a distance, the two young people saw a group of people gathered together.

People all like to watch the fun.

The girl is tall and has a pretty face. She wears frameless glasses and has a somewhat cold temperament, giving people a sense of distance that makes her seem difficult to approach.

The boy is about 1.8 meters tall, with bright eyes and regular facial features.

The two of them look quite harmonious walking together.

The girl tilted her head and whispered, "Song Wei, look, there are so many people over there, let's go take a look too."

After Song Wei nodded, he took his girlfriend's hand and slowly squeezed from the outside to the inside.

Song Wei saw that this was a stall similar to a fortune-telling stall. The fortune-teller was a man in a Taoist robe. The man lowered his head and he could not see his face clearly.

Song Wei wanted to ask what was so good about this, but who would have thought that his girlfriend, who obviously put science first, would drag him to queue up.

The two of them waited in line for more than ten minutes before Ding Zixiang finally sat on the small stool, with Song Wei standing beside him.

All I can say is that the tall person is looking down at the person sitting down, and it’s really hard to see the face at a close distance, until the other person asks, “Girl, what do you want to ask?”

Song Wei heard a familiar voice, he frowned and pricked up his ears. He thought it was his mother's voice, but he couldn't believe it.

Ding Zixiang said: "Master, I want to ask if my boyfriend and I are compatible in our birth dates."

"Tell me the time of your birthday."

Ding Zixiang finished her story, then raised her head and said, "Song Wei, tell me about your birth date."

Zhou Leng resisted the urge to raise her head. She heard a familiar voice telling her birth date. She lowered her head and counted with her fingers. When she told the result, she changed her voice slightly:

"Looking at your horoscope, you are a good match. In fact, everything is in your mind. If you want to love each other for a hundred years, you can grow old together. But if you have doubts in your heart, then all your efforts will be in vain."

Ding Zixiang smiled and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your advice, Taoist priest." After she said that, she put twenty yuan into the box and was about to leave. At this moment, Song Wei suddenly squatted down, and the mother and son looked at each other.

Zhou Leng asked: "Young Master, do you want to ask anything else?"

Song Wei had a thousand alpacas running through his mind. He wondered why his mother was cheating here. Was the family short of money? But when he calmed down, he knew that this was not the time to recognize his relatives. He twitched his mouth and replied, "Thank you, Taoist priest."

After the two left, Ding Zixiang was very happy. She looked at her boyfriend and said, "I'm so happy. What the Taoist priest said was really good. We will definitely have a better life if we work hard together in the future. Come on, Song Xiaowei."

Song Wei smiled and agreed. His personality was actually very similar to Song Junyang's, upright and resolute but not stupid.

Ding Zixiang is his junior in the same school. She is still studying and will graduate in a year. Although the two have only been dating for a month, she already knows Song Wei's basic family situation. She knows that he is from Beijing, that his father has passed away, and that he has a mother and grandmother to support at home.

Song Wei knew that it was not easy to find a good girl whom he liked and who could share the joys and sorrows with him, so he told the other party about his conditions at the very beginning, so as to prevent himself and the other party from wasting their time because of material reasons.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Wei sent his girlfriend back to school and walked back home alone.

Song Wei walked downstairs and saw his grandmother and two old people moving chairs and sitting in the sun chatting.

"Grandma, is my mom back?"

Ge Ying shouted, "You're back. Go upstairs. You're up pretty early today. It looks like your mother hasn't cooked yet."

Song Wei walked over and greeted the other two elderly people, reached out and secretly felt his grandmother's pulse, and then went upstairs to look for someone.

After opening the door, Zhou Leng was already waiting in the living room, watching TV.

"Mom, I'm back."

After Song Wei said this, he kept looking at his mother's face, waiting for her to reveal a flaw first.

Zhou Leng remained motionless, his eyes still fixed on the TV as he said, "You came back early today. That girl is your girlfriend. How long have you known each other?"

Song Wei thought for a long time about how to ask his mother if the fortune teller was her, but he was afraid that she would not admit it. Unexpectedly, his mother generously admitted it. At this moment, the other party took the initiative, and he actually felt a little guilty.

"That girl's name is Ding Zixiang. She's still studying and is my junior schoolmate. We've only been dating for a month, so I didn't tell you."

Zhou Leng nodded to show that he understood.

Song Wei waited for a long time and saw that his mother did not ask any questions, so he raised his own question: "Mom, aren't you... cheating people in Panjiayuan? How come I didn't know that you could tell fortunes for others?"

Zhou Leng didn't raise her head or stare. She thought to herself, you are my son, so why don't I make up stories about what happened before you were born? Anyway, Song Junyang is dead. She said calmly:

"Son, you just need to know that I am your mother. Don't ask about things before you were born. Okay, I have asked all the questions. You finally came back. Let's practice Ba Duan Jin together, and then cook dinner for your mother and grandmother to show your filial piety to us. I am really a little tired today."

Song Wei looked at his mother who looked tired. He stopped asking questions. What flashed through his mind was the image of a fortune teller who was never idle, answering all kinds of questions in order to earn a few dollars.

Why does my mother make money? The answer is obvious.

What Song Wei didn't know was that some people didn't believe in it so they gave less. They were people who were traveling or having fun. But as Zhou Leng became more and more famous, few people asked those sensational questions. And she definitely earned more than just a few dozen yuan.

Zhou Leng turned her head to look at the person going to the kitchen. She crossed her legs and thought, her adopted son performed well, why not donate all the money from fortune-telling to accumulate merit for herself. Anyway, Lu Xiaoqin just wanted Song Wei to live a good life.

In order to live a good life, Zhou Leng had already started practicing in secret, so as not to die too early.