"Thank you." Song Youran thanked Tang Jin.

"You're welcome." Tang Jin smiled, "I'll just treat it as helping my family in advance."

The little bit of good feelings that Song Youran had just raised for him disappeared without a trace.

What does it mean to help your family in advance, and who will be with him?

"Senior Tang, have you misunderstood something? What kind of family members?" She suddenly felt very bad.

"Youran, I know Yuan Xi likes you, he has been chasing you." Tang Jin didn't notice Song Youran's mood change and continued: "He is still a good person. If you rejected him last time, it doesn't mean you won't accept it, right?"

"Senior Tang, I can tell you very clearly that this matter has ended here. I have someone I like. I have already told him about Tang Yuanxi. If you can help me persuade her, I will be grateful to you." Song Youran said word by word.

Tang Jin was silenced, "Okay, I get it."

He hesitated and asked, "When are you free? Can I discuss piano matters with you?"

"In a few days, I'm quite busy recently." Song Youran refused. Song Ling was discharged from the hospital immediately. There was still something happening to 6 Xiao, and she didn't have so much time.

Tang Jin's eyes flashed with disappointment, "Okay."

There was no class in the afternoon, Song Youran and Nangong Xuan went to the house she rented outside, and Bai Lai was there too.

There are two bedrooms and one living room, Nangong Xuan occupied the master bedroom, and Bai Lai was in the second bedroom, facing the sun, with good geographical location and lighting.

There is nothing special about Nangong Xuan's room, but Bai Lai, which is full of ancient artifacts of all sizes, such as bronze swords from the Qin and Han dynasties, colored porcelain from the Tang dynasty, fragments of sacrificial altars from the ancient times, and several palm-sized Cambrian marine life fossils, as well as some antiques from which she could not tell the difference between the period.

There was a desk in the room, and books from various countries and languages ​​were placed in a mess. Bai Lai sat behind a pile of books and wrote and painted.

Song Youran's eyes twitched, and she carefully walked around some cultural relics on the ground and walked to the desk.

"Laile?" she called softly.

"You are here." Bai Lai said without raising his head.

Song Youran thought this sentence was quite strange, "Do you know I'm coming here today?"

"I told myself yesterday," she said, "I've calculated it."

"Can you calculate anything?" Song Youran knew that Bai Lai's hexagrams were generally very accurate and would not cause too many variables. Divination is basically the same as hypnosis, which is difficult to accept and understand.

"As long as I want, it can be counted." Bai Lai looked up at her, his eyes calm, like a lake without any waves.

At this time, she was not like her roommate who had played and had sex with her in the dormitory before. She looked very serious, but she looked like a professional.

Song Youran smiled, "That's better for you to tell me a fortune."

"What's that?" Bai Lai asked.

"From the future, can I achieve what I want, and where will I go in the future?" Song Youran sat down opposite her, his heart slightly raised.

Bai Lai looked at her steadily, took out three copper plates from his pocket and threw them up.

The copper plate fell, two fell flat on the table, while the other one rolled from the table to the ground.

Bai Lai's originally calm face suddenly changed. She lowered her eyes and looked at the copper plate on the table, then looked at the one on the ground, and pursed her lips tightly.

Song Youran couldn't understand these, but Bai Lai's expression made her feel uneasy.

"What's wrong?"

"You should let the flow and don't force it. Many things cannot be forced. I can answer your first question. There are only four words, and the water is gone."

The water falls into emptied.

Song Youran's eyes gradually covered a dark look. This was saying that she would not get what she wanted in the end, and was it empty?

"Where is the second one?" Her voice became a little dumb.

"The second..." Bai Lai stood up, picked up the copper plate that fell to the ground, his fingertips trembled a little, and then held the copper plate tightly in the palm of his hand.

"The hexagram shows the dead hexagram." Her expression was quite complicated.

"Death Gua..." Song Youran murmured, pulling the corner of his mouth, "Does it mean to say I will die?"

Bai Lai was silent.

"About when?"

"It should be three years later, the twelfth lunar month." She said, "Generally, this kind of hexagram has many variables, so you don't have to take it too seriously. Your luck is very good. Although there are many twists and turns in fate, it is a sign of great wealth."

Song Youran didn't listen to the next half of the sentence at all.

Three years later, the twelfth lunar month.

Isn't it the time when she died in her previous life?

When Song Youran left, he was confused, and the water fell into empty space and the death hexagram was dead.

I got two bad hexagrams at once, and are there anyone who is more unlucky than her?

At night, Yin Yueze obviously noticed her wrong mood, and was in a daze and almost hit him when he walked.

He frowned and pulled the person to the sand and sat down, and asked patiently, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Song Youran said depressedly.

"It's nothing, you're going to hit me?" He rubbed her head with his big palm and held the person in his arms. "What's the matter? Tell me."

"I'm going to tell fortunes today."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Yueze smiled, "Do you still believe in this?"

Song Youran felt even more upset, "Don't you believe it?"

"Believe it." He looked at the person in his arms, "My grandfather believed in this. There is one in the Yin family's ancestral teachings, that is, descendants of descendants believe in the theory of ghosts and gods without conditions."

His tone was very calm and gentle. From this sentence, Song Youran could not hear any intention of believing it.

"You just don't believe it." She was very low and she was in a low mood.

Yin Yueze really doesn't believe it. He has lived for thirty years. In his eyes, he has almost no different from a scammer in the world.

"Don't think so much." He smiled faintly, got up and pulled her upstairs, "Go up and take a look, I've purchased a lot of things for you today."

The cloakroom was originally a suit, shirt and tie, but now there is a large number of women's clothing, most of which are casual, with everything from head to toe, and all the things in the bathroom have been replaced with unopened doubles.

Song Youran's attention was slightly diverted, and she looked at these with a dazed look, silent for a long time.

"You've been..." She couldn't find the adjective, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

First I gave me a necklace, now I bought clothes, and then, what should I buy?

When Yin Yueze heard this, he felt a little expectation in his heart sinking to the bottom of the valley. His expression was faint, "It's nothing, it's just that you don't have much stuff, so I'll help you buy some."

Song Youran nodded, this reason was acceptable.

Perhaps she subconsciously knew that some situation was absolutely impossible, so she never thought in that direction when thinking about it.

Regarding the two hexagrams, Song Youran only struggled with it for one night and passed. What should be done is still to do. After all, what the hexagrams show is the future. No one can tell the future. Before doing it, who can be sure that it will definitely be "water turned into empty space"?

——

The next afternoon, Song Youran received a lot of love letters and a bouquet of roses at the school gate. When the bright and dew-carried roses were sent to her by the young man from the flower shop, she was still confused.

Everyone passing by was looking here. She hurriedly signed with everyone's eyes, holding roses and more than a dozen love letters to the side of the road.

I don’t know who gave this flower, but it is obviously inappropriate to bring it back to Lanheng Mansion.

Maybach stopped in front of her, without thinking, she opened the door and sat in, thinking about how to deal with the bouquet of flowers.

"Who gave it?" The man's slightly unhappy voice rang in his ears.

Song Youran stiffened and then said as if nothing had happened: "I don't know."

The person who came to pick her up today was Yin Yueze herself. She wailed silently in her heart. Why did this big boss come here today and just happened to meet her when she was given roses?

Yin Yueze glanced at her coldly, reached out to grab the roses in her arms, looked at them for a while, and pulled out a small card from the flowers.

"Who gave it?" Song Youran was far away and couldn't see the words on the card clearly.

Yin Yueze stuffed the card back into the flowers, pushed open the car door, took the tender flowers and walked to the trash can, and threw it in.

Returning to the driver's seat, the driving car left, and the whole body was filled with an aura of being invisible to the point of being away from strangers.

Song Youran sat obediently, not daring to say a word.

After dinner, she finished packing up the dishes and struggled with the dozen love letters in the bedroom for a long time. In the afternoon, Yin Yueze only noticed the bouquet of large roses, but did not notice the love letter she was holding behind the roses.

Now, should we take apart or not?

She also received love letters in high school, but they were all confiscated by Song Ling.

After thinking about it, she still couldn't help but feel curiosity in her heart and took a letter to open it.

Youran, I have liked you for a long time. Since high school, I am not afraid of you rejecting me, but I am afraid that you won’t even give me the chance.

I still remember the first time I met you. You were so beautiful, wearing a pure white dress as white as snow, and a bright smile that attracted my attention at once and fell deeply from then on...

You said you already have someone you like. Although I am sad, I will not give up. I will always wait for you, waiting for the day you break up...

——Tang Yuanxi.

Song Youran put down this letter expressionlessly and opened the other letter.
To be continued...