Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Little Fu Guanci recalled the taste of the hawthorn without the sugar coating, silently lifted his cheeks, and discussed with her seriously: "When I grow up, you can eat more."

After saying that, he paused, frowned, and probably finally realized that spoiling is wrong.

The little brat sighed and said seriously, "It's not good to eat too much sweets."

Shen Zhinian: "???"

She blinked, took the candied haws that the vendor handed over, and said, trying hard to hold back her laughter, "I just wanted to eat one to satisfy my craving."

Fu Guanci was stunned. He tried his best to remain calm. He turned his head and said "oh" pretending to be calm, but in fact his ears turned red and he couldn't hide it at all.

After a long while, she finished eating the sugar coating with a crunch. Her eyes were smiling into two crescents, and she looked particularly cute and well-behaved: "Ah Xiang, can you really eat five skewers?"

Fu Guanci held the remaining hawthorn string in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth as if ready to die, and replied without thinking: "No."

He felt extremely sour and embarrassed, his face was almost burning, and one of his little hands was still holding her tightly: "Don't run, be careful not to get bumped into."

Shen Zhinian corrected him: "You should call me Senior Sister."

Fu Guanci: "Oh..."

The two men passed by Duan Tinghan, and then the boy's almost inaudible and awkward voice was heard in the air.

“…Senior Sister.”

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It was a scene that couldn't be any smaller, but it left a deep impression on his mind and he remembered it for many years.

What was he thinking at the time...

Oh, he also wanted to try the candied haws.

However, except for Duan Tingzhuo who had been observing him for some unknown reason, no one else, Marquis Xicheng and his wife, cared about what he said.

Perhaps wanting to show off something, Duan Tingzhuo, who was sitting on Xicheng Hou's shoulder, repeated his request in a coquettish manner.

"I want to eat candied haws, too."

As soon as he finished speaking, he attracted the attention of Xicheng Hou and his wife.

"Zhuo'er, the food outside is not clean. You are of noble status, so don't eat it carelessly. Ask the kitchen to make it for you when you return home."

After saying this, they probably realized that Duan Tinghan behind them had said something to them, and casually instructed the guard standing next to the young man: "Go buy whatever the prince wants."

The Marquis's Mansion was not short of money, and the trinkets on the street were insignificant to them. They didn't care what Duan Tinghan said, just as they didn't care about him as a person.

When the guard behind him asked him if he wanted to buy some, he felt provocative after being looked at by Duan Tingzhuo and no longer wanted to eat.

If he had known it earlier, he would have eaten it. Now he will never know what candied haws taste like until his death.

I don’t know what Mr. Fu’s limit is now. Will Young Master Shen still like that sour and sweet sugar coating?

Perhaps he had a natural liking for the two of them, so when Young Master Shen handed him an inconspicuous twig and told him to carry it with him, he accepted without hesitation.

This is good, he can face his own death clearly.

His body was wrapped stiff by the cold air from the bottom of the valley, and even the pain seemed to be relieved. Duan Tinghan's head began to become dizzy and blurred.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his voice floated through the mist, carrying a hint of regret, seeming to seep into people's hearts.

"I want to eat candied haws, too..."

"Ah, isn't this bad?" It was the first time that Shen Zhinian knew that a person's first reaction after falling off a cliff would be to make such a request.

She reflexively touched her pocket and looked around, trying to find a candied haws in the place where there were no flowers, plants or trees.

This was really too difficult for the young master. After all, when he first met Fu Guanci, he could only shout loudly that Da Huang's name was Aotian, and then he burped and died... no, he fainted.

The surprised and distressed gaze finally fell on the unlucky junior brother.

Fu Guanci's expression turned stern, his handsome face became very distorted, and he was very alert: "It's no use looking at me!"

Shen Zhinian: "Stare~~~→_→"

Fu Guanci: “…”

He was silent for a while, trying to think about the same result of the two options.

While rejecting a new junior's suspected last wish, a certain ancestor had already been interested in him and had a beautiful encounter with him through non-violent non-cooperation, and everyone was happy in the end.

He decisively agreed to this request, closed his eyes, and after the sour taste passed, he became a brave man again and chose the latter very voluntarily.

Fu Guanci: "I'll cook it for you when I get back to the valley."

He is no longer the Fu Guanci who could only eat five skewers. Now he is Fu Niuhulu Guanci who can finish ten skewers at a time!

He conducted this experiment secretly in order to conserve his energy and return to surprise his senior sister, but who knew that he overlooked an extremely important point.

Damn, who would eat candied haws as a meal? Every time, my senior sister would only eat three strings with different fillings.

But he was like a fool, doing such boring experiments and almost became immune to sour taste.

It is said that the senior sister couldn't finish five skewers back then, and he was really worried about it.

For the first time in his life, Fu Guanci began to seriously doubt his IQ. Why did he always act so...stupid every time he met his senior sister?

"Ah Xiang, how can there be such a good junior brother like you in the world?" Shen Zhinian opened his big innocent eyes and flattered him very strongly, but it didn't seem to be flattering. "You say no with your mouth, but your body is very honest."

Fu Guanci said with a wooden face: "Please speak more seriously, thank you."

The sound of the two people talking sounded right above them, and it was hard for Duan Tinghan not to hear it.

"I'll cook for you when I get back to the valley." Does this 'you' include him...?

Duan Tinghan thought with some self-mockery that the scene where any small request would be taken seriously by others would only happen to Duan Tingzhuo, and he would never hear such talk.

Perhaps he thought of the scene when he first met the two of them before he died, and the desire to survive began to spread into hallucinations. Fu Guanci closed his eyes tightly, trying hard to act as if he was dying peacefully.

Until Shen Zhinian squatted down and stuffed a pill into his mouth without saying a word.

Duan Tinghan opened his eyes in surprise.

Two sisters and brothers with stunning looks, who seemed to be emitting fairy aura, were looking at him with smiles.

His eyes are kind, just like those of a father or mother.

Duan Tinghan closed his eyes, opened them, closed his eyes, opened them, and repeated this process over and over again.

Perhaps he didn't understand why he would meet these two people when he was about to die, or maybe he was really curious about the look in their eyes.

Even though Duan Tinghan made such a strange move, the two did not show any abnormality.