As soon as Qi Qixie learned divination, he invited ten-year-old Le'an to help him figure out his fortune. He blinked and said, "Le'an, your life is like a cloud and a moon, and your future is not promising."
——The master was still there at that time, and Le'an could still run briskly to busy places, waiting for the master to call him from a distance:
Le'an, come back soon.
Later, Le'an would always wake up from his dream because of these words. When he woke up, his pillow was wet with sweat and tears, but he did not dare to go back to sleep. Because he knew that when he fell asleep again, it would be a cold mountain and a deserted hill. The master took away the bloody sleeves and wrapped the silk tung cloth in cloth. His eyes were full of confusion after the snow, but his tone was smiling:
Le'an, we are leaving.
When Qi Qixie became the most famous fortune teller in Jindu, he made a fortune for Le'an who returned to Jindu, but just looked at him with a frown and said nothing. Le'an smiled and raised his feet, and the iron shackles on his feet made a heavy sound like weeping: "Qixie, just tell me whether it is right or not for me to come back this time."
The fortune teller just laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears:
Le'an, just come back.
Later, there was a unique piano player in Jindu. It is said that Le'an was his direct disciple in the old teahouse eight years ago and his piano skills were even better than his master. It was also said that Le'an only played the piano for one person, that is the current Holy Emperor.
I heard that Le'an played his silk harp in front of the imperial mausoleum until his death.
Qi Qixie told Lean that he wanted to go out for a walk. Jindu was too small. Le'an's smile was a little erratic: "Qixie, do you think it's right for me to return to Jindu at that time?"
Right.
"Then Qixie, you can do your fortune-telling for me one last time."
——"Le'an... In your next life, you will definitely be a person who enjoys the clouds and the moon, and grows old together."