Chapter 1919
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They brought all kinds of expensive gifts with them and lined up outside sincerely, hoping that the blind uncle would have his fortune read for them.
Shen Zhilie was shocked when he saw it.
"Why are there so many people?"
Ye Qianqian glanced at them, then glanced at Shen Zhilie with contempt and said, "Look at how inexperienced you are. Of course, it's because the blind uncle is accurate!"
Shen Zhilie had never expected that the blind uncle's appeal would be so much stronger than Old Mrs. Shen's!
That was true.
One was a true immortal, and the other was a demigod.
That must be the difference, right?
Shen Zhilie and Ye Qianqian waited outside for a long time. When the line of people dwindled, they finally walked in.
As soon as they entered, Shen Zhilie saw the obviously worn floor tiles and exclaimed, "I finally know what it means to have the doorsill broken. In ancient times, wooden houses must have been even worse than this."
"You're ignorant." Ye Qianqian glanced at him and said, "Don't you see the doorsill?"
"I see it."
The floor tiles looked very dirty, and there were even some wear and tear on them.
However, the color of the doorsill was very even.
"I don't know what it's like over there, but here, doorsills can't be stepped on."
"Huh? Why? "
"I don't really understand. Grandpa told me before that the doorsill is like the neck of a deity. If you step on the doorsill, it's like you're stepping on the neck of a deity. It's not good."
Shen Zhilie had never heard of it before. Now that Ye Qianqian said it, he found it a little novel.
Carrying her gifts, she went to find the blind uncle. It was obvious that the blind uncle had been busy the whole day and was very tired.
He was sitting in a chair and leaning against it.
His eyes were open, but there were no pupils in them. They were just white. Ye Qianqian felt a little scared when she saw him.
When she saw the blind uncle's exhausted look, Ye Qianqian hesitated for a moment and said, "Why don't we come back tomorrow?"
"Ah, you're here."
It was a woman's voice.
It was a woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties. She looked like an auntie hired by the people in town to take care of the blind uncle.
She walked over and asked, "Are you Ye Zhenhua's daughter?"
Ye Qianqian was a little surprised and asked, "Yeah, how did you know?"
The old maid did not answer but looked at the blind uncle.
Uncle Blind still had the same expression, but this time, he spoke in a dialect, "Since you're here, come in."
She didn't know why, but she had a feeling that he was waiting for her to come.
She pulled Shen Zhilie forward and stood in front of the blind man. She greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."
Uncle Blind finally propped himself up and said, "Young lad, come."
As he spoke, he waved to the front.
He spoke in a dialect, so Shen Zhilie couldn't understand him.
Ye Qianqian nudged him and said, "Uncle is calling for you."
Shen Zhilie placed the gift on the table beside him and stepped forward.
"Squat down."
Uncle Blind said.
Ye Qianqian translated, and Shen Zhilie squatted down.
Uncle Blind Man's rough hand touched Shen Zhilie's face.
Shen Zhilie quickly closed his eyes. His face hurt from the rubbing.
But he didn't make a sound. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
In next to no time, the blind uncle withdrew his hand and said, "Not bad, not bad."
Shen Zhilie understood what she was trying to say.
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