There Are Fish in the Rivers and Lakes

I said, uncle, why are you setting up a stall in front of our courtyard to read palms? "I rushed to the door of my house, and a sanctimonious, fairy-like, and fashionable old man wearing leather pants asked, "Are you accurate? How about you tell me when I will win the lottery?" This old man looked like he was in his 50s, with many wrinkles on his face, dark earth-colored skin, a chin position, and a long goatee. He heard my words and looked at me very confused. He looked confused. I smiled and stretched out my hand to tug the old man's beard. It felt stiff. The old lady had a very painful expression on her face. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.