The 99th Divorce

They took a variety of precious gifts and lined up outside in good faith, hoping to let the uncle blind calculate them.

When Shen Zhixian saw it, he was also speechless.

"Why are there so many people?"

Ye Qianxi glanced, then glanced contemptuously at Shen Zhixian, and said, "Look at what you haven't seen before, of course it's the blind man Uncle Ling!"

Shen Zhixian did not expect that the blind man's appeal was so much stronger than that of Mrs. Shen!

Too.

One is a true fairy and the other is a half fairy.

Presumably, this is the difference?

Shen Zhixian and Ye Qianqian waited outside for a long time, and those individuals became fewer and fewer before they walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, Shen Zhixian saw the obviously worn floor tiles and exclaimed: "I finally know what the threshold is broken. In an ancient wooden house, it must be more powerful than this."

"You haven't seen it yet," Ye Qianxi glanced at him and said, "Did you not see the threshold?"

"Yes."

The tiles look very dirty, and there are still some worn and worn.

But the color of the threshold is very old and even.

"I don't know what your side looks like, but in our case, the threshold cannot be stepped on."

"Huh? Why?"

"I don't understand too much. Grandpa told me before that the threshold seems to be the neck of a god. If you step on the threshold, it's like walking on the neck of a god. It's bad."

Shen Zhixian had never heard of it, but now Ye Qianxi said so, but it also felt a bit novel.

Carrying his own gift to find the blind man, but it is clear that the blind man is busy for a day, very tired.

Sitting on a chair, leaning.

A pair of eyes are open, there are no pupils, but white eyes, Ye Qianxi looks a little hairy.

Seeing that the blind man was exhausted, Ye Qianxi hesitated, and said, "Otherwise, shall we come again tomorrow?"

"Yeah, you are here."

A female voice.

It is a wife who looks like she is about 40 or 50 years old. It seems that the person in the town should come and take care of the uncle who is blind.

Come over and say, "Are you the daughter of Ye Zhenhua's family?"

Ye Qianxi was a little surprised and said, "Yes, how do you know?"

The woman did not answer, but looked at the blind man.

Uncle Blind still looks like that, except that in this dialect: "Come in now."

Somehow, Ye Qianxi had a feeling that he was waiting for her.

Pulling Shen Zhixian forward, Ye Qianxi stood in front of the blind man and shouted, "Uncle is good."

Uncle Blind finally stood up and said, "The boy comes."

He said, waving at the front.

Speaking in dialect, Shen Zhixian did not understand.

Ye Qianxi pushed him and said, "Uncle told you to go."

Shen Zhixian placed the gift on the table next to it, and then stood one step forward.

"Squat."

Uncle Blind said.

Ye Qianxi followed the translation, and Shen Zhixian squatted down.

Uncle Blind's rough hand touched Shen Zhixian's face.

Shen Zhixian quickly closed his eyes, only to feel the face rubbed so painfully.

But there was no noise, his lips closed, his eyes closed.

Soon, the blind man took his hand back and said, "It's good, it's good."

Shen Zhixian understood these two sentences.

But what's going on?