Lin Qingyin looked at the few pieces of clothes in the luggage, then stuffed a dozen bags of beef jerky from the supermarket and closed it: “Mom, I’m going to school.”

Lin Qingyin usually goes to school by bicycle. This time it was not convenient to ride a bicycle because of her luggage, so she asked Fatty Wang to pick her up. After bringing the luggage to school, the two decided to go to the park to do her fortune-telling business.

On weekends, the parents or relatives of the students visit their children, so the Aunt taking care of the dormitory didn’t stop Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang followed Lin Qingyin into the dormitory smoothly.

Zhang Simiao’s parents just came back to the dormitory after having lunch from the cafeteria. Zhang Qiao was sitting on the sofa while praising the delicious food in the cafeteria. Ding Hong was washing clothes on the balcony.

The washing machine was equipped with self-cleaning and high-temperature disinfection functions. Ding Hong operate the washing machine and set it to a high temperature of 90 degrees, and then put Lin Qingyin and Zhang Simiao’s four-piece set of uniforms inside. While washing, she was educating Zhang Simiao: “You have to wash it after buying it. You don’t know how much dust got stuck on it.”

When Lin Qingyin pushed open the door of the dormitory, she saw a warmth of family. Ding Hong, who put Lin Qingyin’s uniforms in the washing machine, rolled up her sleeves and said: “Little master, give me your bedsheets. I will wash it and put it on for you after it’s dried.”

Lin Qingyin thanked Ding Hong and put down her luggage. She picked up a bag of stones and was about to go out.

Zhang Simiao, whose head was hurting because of her mother’s chanting, jumped up from the sofa and asked curiously, “Lin Qingyin, are you going out?”

Lin Qingyin nodded her head: “I’m going to the park for fortune-telling, are you going?”

Zhang Simiao’s eyes lit up, she threw the book in her hand on the sofa, picked up her coat, and rushed to the door: “I’ll go with you.”

*

Fatty Wang had prepared Lin Qingyin’s fortune-telling stall for a long time, but Lin Qingyin has been busy with school affairs recently, and the times she gives divination was very few. Besides, every time she came out to give divination, the weather was pretty good, so she simply went to the park. After all, the sunny outdoors feels much more comfortable than indoors.

Today, the sun’s temperature was pretty good, it doesn’t make people feel sun-dried. Lin Qingyin set the location of the fortune-telling on the grass as usual.

Lin Qingyin’s divination has a limited number each time, so more and more people come to see the excitement. From the distance, Lin Qingyin saw the stall was crowded with people. Each one brought their own stool and sat on the side. Leaving only the place in the middle, which was reserved for Lin Qingyin and Fatty Wang.

Zhang Simiao became a little nervous after seeing so many people in the park. She asked Lin Qingyin anxiously: “Isn’t fortune-telling in public not allowed? Does the police don’t care?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Simiao saw a woman running over excitedly and bowed her head to Lin Qingxin: “Little Master, I am Ma Mingyu’s mother.”

“Ma Mingyu?” Fatty Wang scratched his head and finally remembered this man: “Hey, isn’t it the little policeman we met on the first day here of fortune-telling? Is his operation successful?”

“It’s done. And because it was discovered early, the result is particularly good. I just left the hospital this morning.” Ma Mingyu’s Mother said: “He is still in pain a bit because of the incision. When he recovered, he will come to thank you in person.”

Lin Qingyin smiled: “He saved me once, so there is no need to thank me.”

After walking through the crowd, Lin Qingyin sat in her old position. A man who had been walking back and forth in the same spot finally breathed a sigh of relief. And without waiting for Fatty Wang to call him, he sat in front of Lin Qingyin: “Little Master, I’ve been in a dilemma for a long time. I’d like you to count it for me.”

Lin Qingyin carefully looked at his face and touched her tortoiseshell: “You have so many problems, which one do you want to count?”

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