The location is a small town, and the time is two years ago. It is an era of material life and growth.
To the west of the town, there is a small grocery store. It is inconspicuous. As a suburban grocery store, it has fulfilled its obligations – remote and shabby. The things sold in it are still some popular foods three years ago. .
Two years ago, the grocery store's business actually began to improve. In the narrow space between the grocery store and a bicycle repair shop next door sat a man in a black cloak. He turned sideways to face the outside, and in his hand a silver coin from an unknown country was constantly thrown into the air, fell into his hand, and was thrown into the air again.
He is a fortune teller. People who come to him for fortune telling line up in a 50-meter long queue waiting for the secrets to be revealed. He never speaks. There are two bowls in front of him, one red and the other blue. The red one represents, Blue represents no. Of course, the fortune teller never speaks, he only answers yes or no questions asked by people. The bowl he throws the coin into represents his answer to the visitor, and his hit rate reaches 100%.
Very accurate, of course. Fortune tellers are like a channel between the human world and the divine world, stealing pre-arranged information for humans. However, fortune tellers have a principle, they never predict life and death for people. There was a brown sign next to it with a few black words written on it, "Not considered a blessing or a curse for life." He would not appear in this place on a fixed schedule, but only randomly.
It was raining heavily that day, and the raindrops dripped into the fortune teller's two bowls. He was holding a coin from an unknown country or dynasty and playing with it in his palm. There was no business today, and people passing by on a rainy day He didn't notice his arrival either. He was flipping a coin and playing with it in his palm with great pleasure.
A flash of lightning streaked across the clear sky, and the sound of raindrops hitting the floor became louder. The fortune teller stopped tossing the coin, but the coin was held tightly in his hand, as if it was going to embed into his flesh. , he saw in the rain curtain——that person coming again.
The man was called Yang Wei, about 30 years old, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. He was the son-in-law of a big company boss and a department manager in his father-in-law's company. He usually had nothing to do, and an assistant helped him with the affairs of the department. Fully taken care of.
"You appear again!" He said to the fortune teller with a smile. The fortune teller ignored him and continued to lie sideways.
"Are you mute? Haha." Yang Wei continued.
The fortune teller remained silent, and after a while, he threw the coin away again. He didn't want to bother with him.
"I guess the last incident must have been a big blow to you, hehe." Yang Wei's tone was obviously full of provocation and ridicule. "Today I want you to calculate something for me, and you must calculate it correctly for me. Here, This is your reward.”
He threw a brown paper package in front of the fortune teller and said, "Here is a movie called Take a Ghost Home for 100,000 yuan . Please help me calculate whether my father-in-law will live or die this time. You have to tell me correctly. Click! "
Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the white light streaked across the fortune teller's cloak, making the few water marks on his cloak sparkle. He once again held the coin in his hand very tightly. He recalled what happened three years ago. At that time, Yang Wei came to him for fortune-telling…
Yang Wei was originally a very idle person. He always liked to find trouble when he had nothing to do. Sometimes he would steal chess pieces from an old man on the roadside, and sometimes he would feed the sausages that were drying outside to the vicious dog of the aunt next door. He saw a long queue that day, so he came to join in the fun. Many people said that this fortune teller was very accurate, so he wanted to play a trick on this fortune teller.
He threw a thousand yuan in front of the fortune teller and said, "I heard that you are very accurate in fortune telling, right?"
The fortune teller nodded.
"Okay!" Yang Wei looked at the sign that said "no fortune telling" and said, "I want you to tell me whether the vicious dog next door that bit three people will die tomorrow."
The fortune teller held the coin in his hand, a little hesitant, he turned his head slightly to look at the 1000 yuan envelope placed at his feet, hesitated for a moment, and thought, I can't tell the life and death of people, but I can tell the life and death of dogs. So he threw the coin into the blue bowl, which meant that the dog would not die.
Yang Wei said that if his calculation was correct, he would not only give him the 1,000 yuan, but he would also give him 1,000 yuan more.
The fortune teller continued to toss the coin in his hand faster and faster, with more and more rhythmic tossing. The coin in his hand was beating like a happy heart.
Yang Wei killed the dog that day. After talking to the fortune teller that day, he took a big brick and ran to the house next door and threw it over and killed the dog. He thought that this would break the fortune teller's chance of success. It is 100% a myth, and he can also vent the anger of ordinary people who are often deceived by witchcraft.
The next day, Yang Wei proudly took the dog's body to the small shop to look for the fortune teller, but… there were only two bowls and a sign, and the fortune teller was gone. It seemed as if he had disappeared and would never be seen again. Reappear.
Until two years ago, he came back…
Yang Wei stared at the red night, waiting for the fortune teller to throw the coin into the bowl. But the bowl was filled with nothing but rainwater. The fortune teller held the coin tightly in his hand and leaned sideways. The package worth tens of thousands of yuan was gradually wetted by the raindrops.
"You'll calculate it for me then!"
The fortune teller was startled by Yang Wei's roar. His roar was louder than thunder, as if it was going to smash the fortune teller's eardrum. The fortune teller stretched out a finger. His finger was slender and white, like a woman's. Then he pointed to the sign next to the two bowls that said, "Not predicting good or bad luck in life."
"What do you mean?" Yang Wei asked.
The fortune teller did not reply, holding the coin in his hand for fear that it would run into the bowl. Perhaps the last incident brought him some misfortune, so that he began to fear the movie that this man named Yang Wei brought home a ghost , and feared that he Breaking this rule again.
"Why are you pretending to be so noble!" Yang Wei roared again, "If my father-in-law wasn't still alive, I wouldn't have come here to ask you these idiotic questions. Yes! I was wrong last time, the dog wouldn't have died. That day I hit it with a brick but I missed it many times. Normally the dog would growl at me when it saw me, but that day it didn't say a word when I approached it. After a long struggle, I finally killed it. I know you are good at fortune-telling. Just tell me this time—" He took a breath, "Just tell me whether my father-in-law will die this time. He has always had questions in his mind, and this time it is This is his 19th surgery. Every time he made a will, he miraculously survived. This time, I saw that his condition was quite serious. He had been in a coma for several days. I think his days are numbered. Can you tell me? ?tell me!"
The fortune teller picked up the bundle of 100,000 yuan and tossed it gently in his hand, then shook his head and threw it back to Yang Wei.
"Please!" Yang Wei knelt in front of him. A muffled thunder once again passed through the sky and directly hit the fortune teller's heart.
"Please!" Yang Wei put the bundle of money in front of him again and lowered his head until it almost touched the red bowl.
The fortune teller felt that this man was beyond help and he was now begging his father-in-law to die soon so that he would receive a large fortune after his death.
The rain was getting heavier, and Yang Wei could feel the splashes of water from the raindrops floating on his face for a long, long time… He heard the sound of coins falling into the bowl…
It's red! That means he will get a lot of wealth!
He thanked the fortune teller and immediately turned around and ran back.
"Next Friday! Next Friday! At 22:23!" He chanted silently in his heart while running in the rain, "Next Friday! Next Friday! 22:23 will be the old man's memorial day! Hahahahahahahaha!"
Yang Wei's laughter pierced through the air and spread in the rain curtain. That hearty wildness, that kind of release – it made him feel relaxed. Behind him, the fortune teller disappeared again, leaving only two bowls and a piece of brand.
On Friday, Yang Wei stood in the ward, where he and his father-in-law were alone. His wife went home to cook for them. The doctor asked Yang Wei to sign the diagnosis report, which already had the word "late stage" written on it. But Yang Wei didn't intend to tell anyone this information. He signed and returned to the ward.
My father-in-law opened his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him wearing black-framed glasses. He wanted to say something but was interrupted by him.
Yang Wei looked at his phone, which showed 22:10. In 13 minutes, the old man would pass away. In these last ten minutes, he would tell the old man everything that had been suppressed in his heart for the past few years. He knew the grievances he had suffered in the past few years.
"Old man!" he shouted, "You know you are going to die, haha, in 13 minutes, you will close your eyes forever, and the property written in your will will belong to me."
The old man looked at the usually gentle man in front of him who suddenly turned like a vicious beast and grabbed the edge of the bed.
"Do you know how I've been living these years?" Yang Wei shouted, "You just rely on your family's wealth! Do you think you can throw a man like me to your precious daughter to bully? Hehe, I thought you would have this day. , I really feel refreshed, how do you usually treat me? You finally know today that you regret it. You put me in a small position and didn't give me real power. You asked me to marry your daughter, but you always Let me accommodate her willfulness! Do you know that I am a man? Do you know that I have the same dignity as you? Why can you play with women outside, but not let me? And you asked someone to follow me and inform you. My daughter came to the scene to catch the adultery? She made me kneel down in front of her and beg for mercy? Why do I have to do the housework at home while she! Your willful daughter can lie on the sofa and not do anything and still point fingers at me! You have been a no Is that how you taught her? That's how you taught her to teach her a lesson to her husband!" Yang Wei became more and more proud as he spoke, "Everything you did was for your precious daughter! And what about me? If it weren't for your money, I wouldn't bother to do it. Staying here with that woman until now! Humph! Now, you will close your eyes forever in a few minutes. I swore that I would tell you this before you die, so that you will regret it. , so that I can release the anger that I have suppressed for several years. After you die, I will inherit part of your property. In fact, you are doing this for your daughter. At least after you die, I will help you take care of her! You are dreaming! This "The first thing I will do when I have money next time is to divorce your daughter! Hahahaha!" Yang Wei laughed loudly, wantonly and vigorously. He wanted to laugh away all the anger of the past few years. The person in front of you is listening.
The time on the phone showed 22:23. The old man was still looking at this wild man, watching his laughter gradually fade away…
The doctor pushed the door open and walked in, saying, "Excuse me, Mr. Yang, I gave you the wrong report just now. Your father-in-law is fine and will be discharged in two days…"
Yang Wei felt as if his heart was firmly fastened by something, which was getting tighter and tighter and more painful. He suddenly felt weak all over, and his eyes were blurred. Then, all his memories flashed in front of him like a movie reel. What's going on? Is he going to die?
It started raining heavily outside the window again, rustling as the rain hit the leaves. A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the entire earth.
The camera turns from the hospital back to the inconspicuous little shop. In the small cubicle, the fortune teller is working sideways in a black cape. He is burning some money. It is the bundle of 100,000 yuan that Yang Wei gave him. The coin in the small red bowl showed a head of a man. I didn't know which country or dynasty it was from. There was a head of a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, about 30 years old, a man…
The fortune teller picked up the coin and tossed it into the air over and over again, over and over again…