Stealing the sky

I just stayed at the place where the monkey show was played, and when he had an intermission, I borrowed props and asked Xiaohu to draw a gourd in the same way, imitating the monkey performance.

The props are not in vain, they are leased, and I will return the venue to him after he has rested.

Xiaohu turned a few somersaults, stuck out his tongue, and asked out of breath, "Can I rest?"

I looked around, there was constant applause, and the audience yelled "one more", and I watched it again, and Xiaohu was so tired that he couldn't stand still.

Feeling guilty about Mimi, I nodded to let it rest, and sat aside holding it.

A girl in her early twenties came over, stared at Xiaohu intently, and said excitedly, "What a cute and obedient cat! Can I pet it?"

I blurted out, "50 yuan an hour, touch whatever you want!"

"Here!" The girl readily gave the money.

"Wuwuwu, everything my wife said is right, you have to listen to what she says..." Xiaohu's eyes were filled with tears, he stared at the sky, and choked up with aphasia.

Secretly scrutinizing the expressions of the female guests, as always, she didn't show any surprise. In their eyes, Xiaohu was just a meowing kitten.

It wasn't until I came down the mountain that I realized that it wasn't the little tiger who spoke out, but that I could understand what it said.

This is unbelievable, and it seems to be taken for granted.But I don't know, is Xiaohu special, or I am special, or is the snow river that has trapped me for 18 years special?

After crossing the mountain gate, the passage disappeared, and behind me was an endless plain.It also means that I may never be able to go home.I hugged Xiaohu all the way forward, and when I walked to the sunset, I saw the golden afterglow sprinkled on the building not far away, shining on the big characters - Qijian Mountain Tourist Distribution Center.

Only then did I know that the mountains and rivers where I lived were called for sake, and the downstairs of my house is a 5A-level scenic spot.Thanks to the "World Tiger" in my arms, under its step-by-step guidance, I took the free tourist bus and came to the town...

Xiaohu kept it from me that its injuries were not fully healed, and it continued to perform for several days, exhausted its energy, and had a fever in the middle of the night.I rented a small attic of less than ten square meters at the B&B in the town, knelt by the bed, and wiped his whole body with a wet towel.

Maybe it's because of his genes. He was originally a white tiger, but after turning into a human, his skin was also very white. His body was naked, and he smelled like old jade.Just like my grandfather touched my bones when I was a baby, I also touched Tang Xing's forehead and hands, and a sentence popped out of my mind.

【The body is like a jade tree with exquisite bones】

His appearance, looking at the world, is good-looking.

I just don't know what his identity is. He is young, with scars all over his body, but his physique is not weak. He is a head taller than me, with delicate muscle texture, fit and strong.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain and drifted in through the window.He had a fever and wanted to keep the air flowing. I didn't dare to close the window, so I closed the screen, sat against the wall, and held him in my arms to block the rain behind me.He woke up in a daze, groping for my hand, holding it tightly, moaning.

I said softly, "Hey, go to sleep. You'll be fine tomorrow."

He probably had a fever, and asked me an irrelevant question, "Qiaoqiu, why are you called Lin Jiu?"

Indeed, no one calls "chirp", it sounds like a bird chirping.The name was given by my grandfather, he hoped that I would be a soft and gentle sparrow, even if I was weak, I would not become a fierce and ruthless eagle.

I was stuck in the memory, and didn't answer for a while, he fell asleep immediately, and talked in sleep with his eyes closed, "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

I couldn't help but bowed my head and kissed his forehead.

Even if it is raining, the moonlight outside the window is still very gentle.

****

The next morning, his fever subsided.I let him maintain his strength and show himself as a tiger until he recovered from his injuries.But he thought he was going to make money by performing arts, so he honestly went to the monkey show place and waited.

When I found it, it was sitting obediently, with its head raised, looking dignified.Seeing me coming, he jumped down and jumped into my arms in three steps and two steps.

"Why did you come here? There are many people wanting to touch me. If you don't come, no one will charge you. I won't let them touch me for nothing."

I rubbed its ears, "If you don't sell art today, you won't sell it in the future."

"why?"

"There is no reason. From now on, we will not let others touch us, we will only touch others."

It probably guessed something, and put its head on my hand listlessly.

"what happened?"

"I don't like you touching others. You are mine!"

I rubbed its head, "Just touch your hands."

"Then just touch it!"

I didn't answer right away. With my current level, I'm afraid I can't figure it out.

There is a Town God's Temple in the small town, and there are hexagram stalls on the side of the road, all of which are fortune-telling with horoscopes and hand-to-face.The stall owner is also very uniformly dressed, with black sunglasses, a mustache, and a walking stick.There is a folk saying that God gives food to the blind, so fortune-telling is the most accurate.

In fact, it is because of leaking the heavenly secrets that one has to pay the price, widows, widows, widows, widows, widows, widows, widows and widows, one has to choose one.

Although my grandfather was long-winded, he was very kind to me. He was afraid that I would die halfway, and repeatedly warned me not to let me dabble in the five Taoist arts.But I have been by his side since I was a child, and watched him touch people's bones. Although I am not very proficient now, I can say a few words anyway, and it is enough for me to eat.

I was going to touch people's bones to make money, Xiaohu cupped my palm.

Grandpa often whispers in my ear, "It's not that I'm cruel, and I must keep you. It's Ah Chiu, you have the bones of an eagle, so you shouldn't step into the world of mortals too early."

He said that my destiny is a murder knife, and I have an unbendable eagle bone, which is too rigid and easy to break, and it is easy to become scrap copper and rotten iron before it can become a great tool.

He described the world below the mountain as a scourge, but I wanted to get out with all my heart.The people outside, however, wanted to come in.

Perhaps seeing my silence for too long, he thought I was worried about something, Xiaohu licked my palm, "You are my wife now, no matter what, I will protect you."

It's okay if he didn't say it, I remembered it as soon as I mentioned it, and he was lying to me before!

No one under the mountain ever married a tiger, a man and a male!

It has been watching my words and expressions, and seeing that my face is not good, it turned over to reveal its belly, with a look of stupidity on its face, and "meow meow meow" in an obedient manner.

"Give you a touch of my belly."

Ridiculous, why would I do this?

"I know you like it, come on, touch it. It's very comfortable."

I snorted coldly, expressing my disdain, then lowered my head and sucked hard on its soft belly, "What a stinky and shameless kitten!"

It licked its paws and smiled at me, "It's okay, I don't dislike you, a tigress. Aww—don't pull my ears!"

After seeing the venue where the stall was set up, I took it back to the homestay, and threw it on the bed as soon as I entered the attic.It turned into a human looking at me, the handsome young man had teary eyes, but there was a pitiful smell of pear blossoms and rain.

I was amazed in my heart, but my face remained unmoved, "Tang Xing, are you abusive?"

"No." He was a little confused, not understanding why he asked.

"Who likes to find the company of bad-tempered people like you?"

He thought about it carefully, then raised his eyelids, and asked me cautiously, "Is there...in this world... a tigress that isn't fierce?"

"Ow-!!"

Tang Xing cried out in a mournful voice.

I twisted the flesh on his thigh, and laughed so hard that I couldn't see my teeth, "What you said really makes sense—"

"Wife, I was wrong, I was wrong! It hurts..."

"Bah! Who is your wife!"

"It's you, it's you, it's you, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Such a small fight, the days passed by, and in the blink of an eye, I was 24.In six years, from a little-known quack warlock to a well-known fortune teller in the industry.

They all call me "Mr. Chu".

My surname is Lin, and there is another reason why I declare "Chu" to the outside world.

The five Taoist arts of Xuanmen—the divination of fate by mountain doctors, cannot eat this bowl of rice without inheritance. Therefore, most of the people who can get famous in the industry are the family traditions and the reputation accumulated from generation to generation.In our line of work, last names are often more important than first names.A surname represents an identity.

When I first set up a fortune-telling booth, there was almost no business.Firstly, he was unfamiliar, and secondly, he was not well-known.In the end, when I got to the point where I wanted to drink the Northwest Wind, I found a gold medal intermediary to package me as a disciple of the Chu family.

The speed of change among folks is very fast, and so is Taoism.The Chu family used to be a well-known family of physiognomy. It was rumored that powerful disciples could "judgment of life and death at a glance", but then they fell down somehow. There is no news about the Chu family anymore, but their stories are still circulating.

I thought about it, but it might be a solution.The big deal is that if someone asks about it, you won’t admit it, and you won’t say no.

If grandpa were here, he would definitely be stunned. The naturally proud eagle has also become sensible and sophisticated due to the need to make ends meet.

It can be seen that money is a fucking thing.

Under the guidance of the world tiger who "emphasizes both beauty and talent", I touched the bones of several people for free, told them about accidents that will happen in the near future, and asked them to pay attention. He called himself "Little Chu".

The guest automatically made up the legendary "disciple of the Chu family" and called me "Mr. Chu" respectfully.

One spreads ten, ten spreads one hundred, and so it spreads.

Because of my superb professional skills, the reputation of "Mr. Chu" in the Town God's Temple in Wuyang Town at the foot of the mountain has gradually grown, and the business of looking at photos is getting better and better. There is an endless stream of people looking for my bones every day. Gradually, money, cars, houses, etc. have it all.

The days passed day by day, without wind or waves, and I also forgot what my grandfather had warned the people many times.

"Those who make money by selling secrets will not have smooth sailing."

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