Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

The shopkeeper followed Zengjun's gaze and looked at Weiwei, "People can't help but say one thing and mean another in front of the person they like."

After hearing this, Zengjun looked at the shop owner, who seemed to be a man with a very interesting story.

"Although there is no absolute, it's almost the same," Zengjun nodded and said.

"Is she your girlfriend?" asked the shopkeeper.

Zengjun was silent for a moment after hearing this.

Seeing that he had guessed wrong, the store owner added, "Sister?"

Zeng Jun nodded, "Better than a sister by blood."

"Tsk~, isn't that the person you like?" the shop owner seemed to ask.

"Hmm?" Zengjun said "Hmm" in confusion, as if waiting for the store owner's explanation.

“Oh, only if you care will you pay attention, and only if it’s special will it be special.” The shopkeeper said something that seemed like nonsense, but in fact it was just nonsense.

"Hiss~, your nonsense sounds quite nonsense," Zeng Jun said speechlessly.

The shopkeeper smiled after hearing this, and did not argue with Zengjun. Instead, he seemed to agree with Zengjun's complaint and said, "Maybe."

Weiwei was choosing and there were a few wooden plaques that she really liked. There were some small animals carved on them, which she thought were very cute.

Zengjun glanced at the store, then at Weiwei. He walked to Weiwei's side and started helping her choose.

"Brother, look." Weiwei picked up a wooden plaque of a pig, covered it with her hand and handed it in front of Zengjun, "Does it look like my stupid brother?" Then Weiwei withdrew her hand that was covering the wooden plaque and placed a carved picture of a pig in front of Zengjun.

Zengjun frowned and looked at him carefully, "No, I'm not that fat."

"No, no, no, what I mean is that my brother's ability to understand is as good as a pig's. He can understand many things, but he just can't figure out that simple problem." Weiwei used the pig to knock Zengjun down.

Pigs are not pedantic, what they lack is the ability to express themselves.

Of course Zengjun could also understand what Weiwei meant. Weiwei was using the pig to say to him, "You can figure out such complicated things, but you have been slow to give her an answer to what love is."

Zengjun is also innocent. After all, he is very vague about love now. Can protecting Weiwei be interpreted as loving Weiwei? Is love the prerequisite for protecting others?

This is very difficult to say. The definition of love is very vague. Some people think that happiness is love, and some people think that being full is happiness. Happiness contains his awe of food, and awe contains love.

But is there any word that can directly answer what love is?

This is what Zengjun has not figured out. Love is vague. Everything can be love, and nothing can be love. Love for love's sake, and love because of love.

Zengjun put his left hand on Weiwei's left hand holding the wooden sign, and his hand touched the wooden sign and also Weiwei's hand.

Zengjun looked into Weiwei's eyes. At this moment, Weiwei was looking at Zengjun's eyes affectionately. Her eyes seemed to be saying: You finally got it.

"Ahem, do you want some? I have them for sale here, too." The shopkeeper coughed twice, indicating that this was not a suitable place to show off love, but business still had to be done.

Zengjun took the wooden pig sign from Weiwei's hand, put it in his left hand, and his eyes focused on the sign.

Weiwei was dumbfounded. She thought Zengjun had finally come to his senses, but it turned out that he had regressed...

"Brother?" Weiwei asked with confusion, because she felt that a wooden sign didn't mean anything, and it would be better for her to go see her directly instead of thinking of her by the sight of the sign.

Zengjun's eyes were still on the wooden sign, but he moved the sign from his left hand to his right hand.

Weiwei leaned against Zengjun, and Zengjun also put his left hand around Weiwei's waist.

Turning over the sign with my right hand, I saw a pig-shaped wooden sign with a "ji" (good luck) and a "li" (good fortune) engraved on it, which seemed to imply good luck.

After a while, Zengjun realized that he was still in the shop owner, and the shop owner seemed to be a single man.

This wave seems to be close to the face.

However, Zengjun is a customer after all, and under the principle that the customer is God, the store cannot say anything.

After a while, the shopkeeper came to Zengjun with a small bamboo basket with seven bamboo sticks in it. The shopkeeper came to Zengjun shaking the bamboo sticks.

Zengjun looked at the shop owner who was approaching and took back his arm around Weiwei.

The shopkeeper walked up to Zengjun and said, "Would you like a fortune-teller? It's free."

"Free?" Zeng Jun felt a little strange. Besides the air being free, something from a stranger was also free. "You're not going to rip me off, are you?"

The shopkeeper gave a speechless look and said, "How can I cheat you?"

"Well, for example, there are all dangers in there, and then you sell me something to avoid the danger?" Zeng Jun explained, because Zeng Jun didn't quite believe these things.

After all, drawing lots and fortune-telling are not necessarily reliable, and they often lead to big fuss.

"Oh, no, no, do you think I look like that kind of person?" The shopkeeper looked at Zengjun with a sly expression.

"Similar!" Zengjun and Weiwei said in unison.

"Anyway, tell your fortune first. I told my own fortune today and it was very accurate," the shopkeeper urged, adding some self-affirmation.

Zengjun and Weiwei looked at each other, and Zengjun asked, "What kind of fortune was it, and how accurate is it?"

The shopkeeper placed the small bamboo basket in front of Zengjun and said, "I read a bad omen for myself this morning. Look, you are my bad omen."

"..." Zengjun and Weiwei were silent after hearing this, "No, your explanation is too forced."

The shopkeeper continued to urge, "Hey, it's very accurate. After all, I'm still free. There are not many people like me."

"Well, how about a fortune?" Zeng Jun paused for a moment, but still took out a bamboo stick from the small bamboo basket.

Zengjun looked at the words on the bamboo stick.

"What's on it?" the shopkeeper asked curiously.

"Xiao" Zengjun handed the bamboo stick in his hand to the shopkeeper and said, "There is only one word "Xiao" on it. You are too lazy to write the adverb."

The shopkeeper took the bamboo sticks handed to him by Zengjun, took a quick look at them and put them back into the small bamboo basket, then placed the shaken bamboo sticks in front of Weiwei.

Songjun was just about to reach out to take another one, no, maybe he wanted to take them all out to see if the store couldn't keep them all, and then say it was God's will and sell him some amulets or something.

The store witness simply said, "If you are not satisfied with the first lot, when you draw the next lot, the next lot is destined to be inaccurate."

What the store means is very simple. You cannot plan to draw another lot or several lots until you get one that you think is satisfactory just because the first lot does not suit your taste. This will only deceive yourself.

After listening to this, Zeng Jun also felt that it made sense. After all, Zeng Jun didn't believe in these things. So what if a big evil came? A disbelief can break everything.

However, Zengjun still took back his outstretched hand first. After all, the store owner wanted Weiwei to try it at the moment.

As for Zengjun, he had already tried it, and he drew a bad lot, which was equivalent to a medium to low lot, and his luck would be a bit unlucky.