The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Chapter 48: Bad name

As soon as August passed and September entered, the imposing autumn tiger turned into a rustling autumn wind, and the temperature shifted so that many people entered the cold autumn before it slowed down.

Mooncake advertisements began to be broadcast on TV and the Internet, constantly reminding everyone that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming and it is time to buy mooncakes. Life without mooncakes is not perfect. Netizens on the Internet have also started the annual "Dislike Five Ren Mooncakes" activity. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival has not yet arrived, the festive atmosphere already exists.

Qi Yan remembers that when he was a child on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the master would buy him a mooncake with a big face. At that time, there was no innovation in the filling of the mooncake, just a little peanut or sesame, and the hard and dry skin was sprinkled with a layer of sesame. . After buying it, put the fruit on an offering table, light incense candles to worship the moon cake, and then you can eat it.

Now the flavor of moon cakes has been innovated. When many people eat moon cakes, they will not specially worship the moon, but what he misses most is the taste of childhood.

Bringing the sign of his magic calculation, Qi Yan found a corner of the street where there were not too many people, but there was no urban management. I don't know if his luck today is not so good. After squatting on the street for an hour or two, no one wants to ask him to count. There are a few intentions. When he heard that he was asking for five hundred, they were all scared to go away. NS.

Qi Yan simply bought a small stool in the small supermarket next to him, a bottle of drinks, and several generations of snacks, sitting slowly waiting for customers to come. Had he not dressed well, people passing by in a hurry would almost think he had come to beg.

As time passed by, the time was approaching noon, and there were fewer people in the streets where there were not many people. Qi Yan stood up and kicked his sore legs, bending over to close the stall.

"Do you really know how to tell a fortune?"

Qi Yan turned around and saw a woman with a thin body and withered hair standing in front of him, her thin windbreaker fluttering in the wind, and the inferior fabric rustled.

"Please sit down first." Qi Yan put the stool next to the woman and squatted to look at her. "What do you want?"

The woman took out five hundred-dollar bills from her coat. She seemed a little strangled. She didn't seem to feel sorry for the money at all. Looking at her who is under 30 years old, she looks haggard, with no vitality in her eyes, but after sitting down, her sitting posture is very elegant, I can see that she used to be a very well-tutored person or a very strict person.

"I don't know what it counts?" The woman stroked the slightly messy diagonal bangs on her forehead and pressed her dry lips. "You can count it."

Qi Yan glanced at her, got up and said, "You wait a moment."

The woman did not speak, did not look at Qi Yan, and did not care if he ran away with 500 yuan, she just stared numbly at the palm-sized wooden sign in front of him, or she did not see anything. , Just in a daze.

"Your lips are a bit dry," Qi Yan ran out of the supermarket quickly and handed her an unopened bottle of peach juice. The woman looked at the juice, and after two seconds she stretched out her skinny hand to take the juice. The corners of her lips moved, as if to say thank you, but Qi Yan did not hear clearly.

Qi Yan smiled at her and lowered his head to open the plastic packaging of a lady's lipstick, and it took a long time to open it. He handed the lipstick to the woman, "I bought it for ten yuan. It's not a good thing. Don't dislike it. Just rub it to prevent the corners of your lips from cracking and bleeding."