Zhuang Qiao has loved dreaming since he was a child. When he was a child, he thought that it was a great thing to dream, so he would brag to his friends about his illogical dreams every day.
When Zhuang Qiao grew up, he became a glorious wage earner, but the symptoms of dreaminess did not disappear over time. Instead, they became more severe, adding to his undying aura. When he thought about working exhaustingly during the day and running around in his dreams at night, Zhuang Qiao wanted to die.
One day when he came home from get off work, Zhuang Qiao passed by the fortune-telling stall under the overpass, pondered for a moment and decisively sat down on the small bench.
"Reading palms or reading faces?"
Qiao Zhuang had no experience in this and hesitated for a while, "Let's do palmistry."
The master looked unpredictable. He held her hand for a while, pointed at the hexagram diagram, and then said: Little girl, you can do it (omit a good word), but do it (omit a bad word).
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"You didn't get to the point at all." Zhuang Qiao went crazy, but adhering to the rule that everything came and money was spent, she still asked patiently, "Master, why do I often have messy dreams?"
The fortune teller paused for a moment, looked at her suspiciously, and after a while he said earnestly: "The little girl is so sick that she needs to go to the doctor. I tell fortunes and cannot cure illnesses. Maybe you want to add some money and look at her face."
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Zhuang Qiao: I declined.
Purpose: healthy growth