The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

Not long after, a little old man with a crew cut and a slightly hunchback sat in front of Shu Wanwan. The old man wore reading glasses and a goatee. He wore an old-fashioned plaid shirt with a small vest on the outside. He held a cane in his hand and had a plaster cast on his foot. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties.

"Little girl, can this be considered an object? I lost something and I want to find it."

"Okay, do you have photos?" Shu Wanwan said.

"Yes, wait a minute, little girl." As he spoke, the old man reached into the lining of his vest and pulled out a square handkerchief. The old man unfolded the handkerchief, revealing a three-inch photograph. He handed the photo to Shu Wanwan. Shu Wanwan took the photo and examined it carefully. It was a black and white photo of a beautiful woman with delicate features. She tilted her head, her long black hair hanging over one side of her ear. She leaned against a tree with a book on her lap. One hand was flipping through the pages, while the other hand naturally tucked her hair behind her ear. A bookmark was tucked between her fingers.

"Little girl, I want to find the bookmark on this photo. Do you think you can find it?"

The old man's eyes were a little blurry, but he still stared at the photo, fearing that Shu Wanwan would accidentally damage the photo.

Although it was just a photo, Shu Wanwan did not neglect it. She held the photo with extreme care. She could see that although the photo was very old, the person who owned it had preserved it very well, which showed how important the photo was to him.

Shu Wanwan handed the photo to the old man and said, "This thing is at the home of the caregiver who is taking care of you."

"How did it end up at the caregiver's house? Was it stolen? But it's just a bookmark, nothing to steal." The old man thought about it. The caregiver had indeed come a few days ago, but it was just a bookmark. Would the caregiver steal a bookmark? This bookmark was only important to the old man, but to everyone else it was just a piece of hard waste paper.

The old man loved reading, and he and his wife met through reading. Back then, libraries were rare, and even fewer offered free reading. There was only one relatively large library in the city center, offering free reading to those who loved reading. In his youth, the old man loved going to that library. One day, while picking up a favorite book of classical literature, a bookmark fell from it. On it, a few words were written in elegant handwriting: "Chen Yulu." The old man was immediately captivated by the name, not just the name, but also the shared interest. He checked with the librarian, and found that the person who had borrowed the book had just left and had run out of the library. He saw the person's back, but the old man was only eighteen or nineteen at the time. Watching the person's back, a seed of love sprouted in his heart. Returning to the library, the old man wrote on the back of the bookmark: "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than anything in the world." Thus began a beautiful love story, and the bookmark became a token of their love.

The old man’s son was very promising and went abroad after graduating from college. Not long after, the old man’s wife also passed away, leaving the old man alone in a two-bedroom, one-living room house. No one usually came to live there. The son also had his own house in China, so he converted the second bedroom into a study. The old man put a bookmark in a book. The old man missed his wife, but the books were not put there by him, but by the workers who renovated the study. Naturally, they didn’t know which book contained the old man’s important things. When the old man was searching for something on a ladder, he accidentally fell down, injured his leg, and was admitted to the hospital. The old man’s son was very busy, but he still cared about the old man. He hired a nurse to take care of the old man and bought a lot of supplements and mailed them to him.

"You have a child abroad, right? You broke your leg a few days ago, and he sent you various supplements. The bookmark accidentally fell into the express box and was taken home by your caregiver." Seeing the old man's confusion, Shu Wanwan smiled lightly and answered him.

The old man suddenly remembered that when the caregiver came to take care of him a few days ago, he also helped him pick up a parcel. Because the old man had a leg injury, his study had not been tidied up in the past few days, so the caregiver also helped him tidy up the study. Could it be that the bookmark was accidentally taken away at this time?

The elderly man's caregiver was a simple, kind-hearted middle-aged woman. She was hardworking and had no ill intentions. Frugality is a virtue of the Chinese people. When the caregiver finished tidying up the elderly man's study, she didn't realize there was a bookmark in the book, so she accidentally shook it into the delivery box. She wanted to help the elderly man clean up the box, but she couldn't bear to do it. So she took the box home, thinking of keeping it and selling it for scrap.

When the old man learned the whereabouts of the bookmark, he hurriedly called to confirm. After confirming that the bookmark was indeed with the caregiver, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After thanking Shu Wanwan and transferring the money, the old man walked towards the pavilion not far away with the help of his crutches. He was going to wait for the nurse to bring him the bookmark while continuing to watch Shu Wanwan's fortune-telling. Such a great girl, whose fortune-telling was so accurate, he also wanted to have a taste of it!

Shu Wanwan smiled knowingly at the old man's back, because in addition to figuring out the whereabouts of the bookmark, she also figured out something happy: the old man's son was returning home. After learning that the old man's leg was injured, the son felt very guilty and decided to return home to develop his career. Time with his father was the most important thing. Then the old man's son applied to the company to return home, but he didn't tell the old man because he was afraid that if the application was not successful, his expectations would be disappointed. However, the company approved it smoothly. So in a few days, the old man will be able to live with his son.

But Shu Wanwan did not tell the old man about this. In life, there should always be some unknowns so that there will be surprises. She thought that if the old man did not know in advance, he would definitely be very happy to see his son at that time. It would be meaningless if she told everything. This is also one of the reasons why she rarely tells fortunes for herself. Another reason is that fortune-telling itself cannot predict the exact fate of the fortune-teller, and such a father-son reunion would be more meaningful if the old man's son told him in person.

When Shu Wanwan was telling the old man's fortune, a line formed behind him. Shu Wanwan curled her lips and smiled beautifully.

"There is one last divination." Although everyone knew that there was one last divination, they still lined up, just in case they had to tell more divinations. Now, after hearing what Shu Wanwan said, they all dispersed to the side. Well, if they couldn't tell divinations, they could at least watch the show.

A middle-aged man about 40 years old sat on a small stool. He had messy hair, dark skin, squinty eyes and a flat nose.