One day, Xue Cheng met a fortune teller on the street. The fortune teller claimed to be knowledgeable about astronomy and geography. He claimed that he could calculate one or two things in his past and present lives, and he called himself a divine fortune teller.
Xue Cheng never believed in this stuff. He was in a good mood today and couldn't help but get interested. He smiled and asked, "Okay, I'll count the marriage."
The fortune teller looked at his face, nodded seriously and said: "Things in the world of mortals, lovers' knots, it can be said that they are a match made in heaven."
Xue Cheng only understood "a perfect match". He was overjoyed and praised: "Master is indeed a master, he is really accurate."
The smile on his face did not fade away, but the fortune teller shook his head and sighed: "Sorrows and joys are separated, and a broken mirror cannot be reunited."
Xue Cheng's face darkened, and he turned around faster than flipping through a book, "Magical fortune teller? I think you're just a cheater. Get away, or I'll beat you every time I see you."
The fortune teller was angry, "Why are you still swearing?"
"It's easy to scold you. If you don't leave, I'll beat them up." Xue Cheng pretended to beat them up. "He came out to cheat and said some unfavorable words."
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Purpose: for the country