The few people sitting in Westinghouse saw that the grief on Ma Rui's face was gone and took her daughter away with joy. They knew that Lin Qingyin must have helped her solve the child's affairs. Suddenly, all the buttocks could not sit still, and they all stretched their necks to look out. They wanted Lin Qingyin to calculate for themselves.

Lin Qingyin came to see the remaining five people and directly understood the point: "Everyone has heard it before. Two thousand five-one hexagrams. This is just the cost of hexagrams. If you visit Fengshui or point Yinyin, you will be charged separately. "

This person is simple and cunning. There is an old lady surnamed Wang who gurgled his eyes and stretched his hand to drag Lin Qingyin to the side: "Vinyin, I know your family very well, your father still cares My sister-in-law, we are so close, you ask me to collect so much money, right? It’s a joke! I don’t think I don’t want to give money, I just don’t watch the New Year, I am really Don't join hands. In this way, you will calculate it for me first, and I will assign the money when the next calculation."

Lin Qingyin reached out and pushed her hand away from her arm, and looked up at her. Mrs. Wang was glanced at by Lin Qingyin's clear eyes. But remembering that Ma Rui just sold a few miserable words and didn't spend any money, it was a gossip. She looked back straightforwardly. Since Ma Rui didn't spend any money, she certainly didn't spend any money.

Lin Qingyin looked at her face and knew that this person was a person who didn't take advantage of it. Besides that, there were no other serious problems, but this one alone was enough to be annoying.

"In this village, any old lady and old lady my dad can call auntie uncle and uncle, this relationship is too unattractive."

As soon as Lin Qingyin's words fell, a group of people in the house laughed. Mrs. Zheng snatched back the tea cup from Mrs. Wang’s hands and concealed her disdain: “Wang, you don’t take advantage of it all day, do you think you are losing money? How old is my granddaughter? , How can you say this out of words. If you want to rush out, if you don’t have money, get out of the house. To tell the truth, I really don’t want my granddaughter to count this. Tired."

Mrs. Wang ignored Mrs. Zheng and stared at Lin Qingyin. She felt that the little girl's face couldn't bear her begging softly. She said that she was sorry to ask for money.

To do a full set of dramas, Mrs. Wang gave a step back and covered her eyes with a voice, said with a choked voice: "The eyes are looking at the New Year. I have two hundred dollars in my pocket, and I have nothing to do with the new year at home. If it weren’t for my business, I wouldn’t come over. I’m really right.”

Who is Lin Qingyin, what is the situation in this person's house, she only needs to glance at it, and it is clear that people like Ma Rui who are really difficult and have good character are naturally willing to help, but it is a matter of handwork. . But for the kind of people who are clearly taking advantage of it, Lin Qingyin will naturally not give him a face.

Looking at the miserable mistress of Mrs. Wang, Lin Qingyin smiled lightly at her: "From your perspective, your two sons are both doing business? Although they are not rich, they are not poor people. , Are they all so unfilial?"

Looking at Mrs. Wang’s apparently stiff body, Lin Qingyin’s voice clearly showed a smile: “The person I hate the most is the unfilial person. Although I can’t count on you for free, I can exhale for you for free. For example, letting your two sons lose money and bankruptcy is not difficult for me."

Mrs. Wang quickly shook her two hands, and her mouth fell a little unfavorably: "Nothing I did not talk nonsense, my two sons are filial piety, send me money every month, and said to take I'm going out for the New Year."

Lin Qingyin choked twice, although she didn't say anything, but the indifferent expression she made was enough to scare the old lady Wang's fart.

In fact, everyone in the house believes that Lin Qingyin has some skills. After all, she has cleaned up the scene of Mrs. Zhou, which is obvious to everyone. Mrs. Zhou only said a few words that Lin Qingyin was a liar. Lin Qingyin didn’t even need to pinch. He directly explained Zhou Laosan’s prison disaster and even calculated his hiding place.

Just now, when Lin Qingyin and Ma Rui were counting in the East House, they all went out to watch the excitement. According to the clues provided by Lin Xu, the police went directly to the apple orchard and blocked the old lady Zhou who was reporting the news. Zhou's third boss grabbed a formal one. Mrs. Zhou ran to the entrance of the village, crying and crying, and happened to meet the family members of the victim who had been seriously injured by the third week of the next village when they heard the news.

Mrs. Wang just laughed when she saw Mrs. Zhou's joke, and she was so scared at this time. Her two sons really went home to collect money every month, but what kind of business did they do outside, did they do anything that lacked virtue? She really didn't know it, in case anything unseemly was calculated by Lin Qingyin Then, did she pit her son?

Mrs. Wang used her sleeves to tears and immediately showed a brilliant smile: "To tell a joke, my son gave filial piety, just two days ago I just hit me 5,000 yuan, and I will be picked up in a few days. Spring Festival in Spring City."

"Isn't it only two hundred?" Lin Qingyin asked coolly: "Now there are five thousand?"

"I mean that I have two hundred in my pocket. In fact, I have money in the bank card and I have it at home." Mrs. Wang rubbed her hands with a smile. "Well, I'll go home and get the money."

Lin Qingyin touched the turtle shell in his pocket and asked casually: "Who do you want to count?"

Mrs. Wang said quickly: "For my son and daughter-in-law."

When Lin Qingyin heard it, he knew that it was definitely his son's business again. She couldn't help feeling a little bored. She didn't understand what the old ladies thought about her son. With a son, is it possible to make a fortune or get rich, or to say that life is so worry-free, it is simply foolish and unreasonable.

Lin Qingyin gave her a blank look: "Don't ask me when you have a son when you have a boy or a girl, I don't count!" Looking at Mrs. Wang's posture to continue to crook, Lin Qingyin hushed: "Looking at the fact that you and my grandma are in the same village, I advise you not to think that it is good to take advantage of others. You may have to return it when you are. You look in the mirror to see the lines of your life, A streak represents a disaster, it may be an accident or it may be a disease. This is all accumulated by the cheapness you have occupied over the years."

The old lady was dumbfounded, Lin Qingyin looked at the remaining three people, and clicked on a forty or fifty-year-old woman who was sitting on the kang edge and said, "It's yours first."

Seeing that Lin Qingyin pointed to himself, Ma Xiuling immediately handed the money taken out of the house to Lin Qingyin in front of everyone, and there was not less than two thousand five hundred yuan.

Seeing Ma Xiuling's brisk behavior, the others turned to look at Mrs. Wang, who was panic-stricken with red and white faces. Facing the mirror of Mrs. Zheng’s house, Mrs. Wang did not know which part Lin Qingyin was talking about, and looked at the face of walnuts everywhere.

Watching Lin Qingyin take Ma Xiuling to the East House, the old lady Wang didn't know what to do. She loves to take advantage but she is also smart, knowing that she has caused Lin Qingyin's aversion, even if she pays for herself, she may not take it. Yourself. But on the other hand, people of her age are most afraid of disasters. She has been suffering for a lifetime and has just lived a few years before she can't bear to die.

Looking at the money in his hand, Mrs. Wang thought about it for a moment, and gave Kang the family a hundred with a painful face: "I haven't taken your family's things in these years. Yes!"

Mrs. Zheng raised the hundred dollars in his hand and smiled. "It's really rare that the iron rooster has plucked hair! But you're counting more than one hundred from the trees in my house over the years?"

Mrs. Zhu hurriedly echoed: "That is, did the chestnut mushrooms my grandson dug under the chestnut tree last year be forcibly taken by you? That stuff is rare now, and even a big one can sell for more than one hundred dollars. , That’s not what you picked from my house!"

Mrs. Wang couldn't even say what she was running for, but she knew what she was doing and knew that people weren't talking nonsense. Stretching his hand to touch the wrinkles on his face, Mrs. Wang gritted his teeth: "OK, I will give you the money back!"

"This is what you said!" The old Mrs. Zhu immediately said: "If you don't speak, we can ask the master to complain."

The old lady responded reluctantly, and went away with a sullen face, and everyone in the room laughed at the sight. Almost all the people in the village were walked past by Mrs. Wang. Whatever the fruits of the vegetable trees in the field, Mrs. Wang was like his own family. Whenever he wanted to eat, he picked it. When I went to the door of someone's house and saw the fresh snacks they bought for the children, they also carried them in their pockets. The people in the village really annoyed that she loved to take advantage. But be arguing with her, and you are smiling and letting you say, it really makes you suffocated.

Seeing Lin Qingyin plucking all the iron **** that Mrs. Wang had packed, everyone felt relieved, and some people even went to the village tomorrow to preach to the Mrs. Wang, asking everyone to ask Mrs. Wang for money Dare to go to someone else's house to get things.

Westinghouse laughed happily, but Ma Xiuling of Eastinghouse looked sad, and didn't know how to talk to the girl in her 20s about her marital problems.

Lin Qingyin looked at Ma Xiuling's face, and then took her hand to look at her palm prints, and then asked: "Do you have a son and a daughter? You are prosperous in your studies and are all able to read."

Ma Xiuling heard Lin Qingyin mentioning her pride, and she couldn't help smiling: "Yes, my son graduated last year with a good job, and can earn 20,000 yuan a month, saying he can still get the company's Stocks or something; my daughter is also a graduate student and will graduate next year, but I still want to read a Ph.D. as she listens to her.

Speaking of his children, Ma Xiuling was content with a smile: "I have no culture, but it is the greatest pride of my life to cultivate two talents."

"It's not very good!" Lin Qingyin said: "Your son can buy a house by himself for a few more years, and your daughter can afford to pay for the tuition. You have no worries, so why don't you get a divorce?"

Ma Xiuling's eyes widened violently and asked stutteringly: "You see it?"

Lin Qingyin sighed softly: "You look in the mirror yourself, the bruises on your eyes haven't disappeared yet!"

Ma Xiuling quickly lowered her head and touched the position of her eye socket, and it hurt a little when she touched it slightly. She has been married for 30 years, but has suffered from domestic violence for more than 20 years. No one in the village could imagine that her seemingly honest husband was actually a mob who would beat her.

In the past, when she was young, she went home and cried and complained, but what she faced was her parents' incomprehension and scolding. In their eyes, it was normal for the young couple to quarrel and move hands. Make a joke. Not only did Ma Xiuling get no comfort in her natal family, but instead she was trained to be discouraged, so that she could go home honestly without speaking up, or even thinking about divorce.

It was even boring to complain to the mother-in-law's house. After all, she was a son, and she didn't even scold, but instead satirized her with a gun and a stick.

At that time, although Ma Xiuling wanted to divorce, she didn't know what to do if she divorced. She has no home to go back, no place to go, all her meager wages are spent on households, and she has no penny to deposit. The most important thing is that she can't bear her two children. She was afraid that she would leave, and her husband would vent his anger on the child.

For more than ten years, although she tried to hide, the two children discovered that she had been raped all year round. Ma Xiuling's son was already in junior high school at that time. The one-meter-eight man was half a head taller than his father. His strong muscles and forbearable fists made his father an instant counselor.

Those years were rare and stable days for Ma Xiuling, but when her son went to college and her daughter was away from high school, Ma Xiuling’s husband finally vented her anger after a few years of drinking and found an excuse to almost break her fracture. . At that time, Ma Xiuling realized that the devil is a devil after all, and will not change with time, but will only get worse.

At that time, Ma Xiuling once again had the idea of ​​divorce, but her husband saw her thoughts at a glance, and directly pointed out that if she drove away, he would not pay a penny for the tuition of his children, so that they would all go out to work.

Ma Xiuling calculated her own savings, even if her son could work to earn tuition and living expenses, her money was not enough for her daughter to finish high school, so she endured again, she thought that when the children could become independent, she could escape Out of the palm, she was really scared by this time.

It was easy for her to leave, but she looked at her husband’s dull eyes with alcohol paralysis. She was worried that he would go to the school of her son’s company daughter. Her life had been ruined. She didn’t want the **** to ruin him. The future of children.

But no one was willing to be beaten so endlessly, so after hearing that Lin Qingyin would count, then Ma Xiuling came, she wanted Lin Qingyin to give her an idea.

He and Lin Qingyin talked about their distress, and Ma Xiuling's eyes showed a trace of despair: "I really can't bear to want to divorce, but he really has no bottom line. I'm afraid he can't trouble me, so I go and trouble my children."

Lin Qingyin touched the last stone and said: "If you want to divorce, there is no way to do it. It depends on whether you have the courage?"

Ma Xiuling smiled bitterly: "If you don't want to leave your child with a murderous mother's stain, I really want to kill him with a knife! As long as the divorce can be happy, let him no longer disturb the lives of our mother and son, I will do anything !"

Lin Qingyin extended her finger a little to her, and inspired all the scars and injuries on her body with Reiki. Looking at the blue and purple on the back of the hand, Ma Xiuling slammed her sleeves up, revealing an arm with almost no good skin.

"Master, what's going on?"

Compared with Ma Xiuling's panic, Lin Qingyin appeared exceptionally calm: "Dare you go to the police?"

Ma Xiuling hesitated and nodded firmly: "I dare!"

"Okay!" Lin Qingyin smiled a bit: "From your face, your marriage is not inseparable, the key lies in yourself. If you don't worry too much, look forward and fear, you can get rid of this long ago Marriage. In addition, I do not agree with your silent self-sacrifice. You should explain the situation to your children earlier, maybe they are stronger than you think."

Ma Xiuling immediately asked: "Do you mean that he will not trouble my children in the future?"

Lin Qingyin carefully observed and said: "From your perspective, your children's academic career is still quite smooth, you give them their characters."

Ma Xiuling hurriedly talked about the son and daughter's birthday, and took out her mobile phone to show Lin Qingyin's picture of her child. At first glance, she knew the fortune-telling amateur very thoroughly.

"Your son will have a chance to be promoted after the year and will leave the place where he works now and change to a new city; your daughter's studies are very smooth and will not be affected by these things." Lin Qingyin suggested very patiently: "I I suggest you discuss it with your children. Maybe it’s just that you have too many concerns. For them, it’s not a matter of them.”

Ma Xiuling was infected by Lin Qingyin's Shen Wen, and she felt more at ease. She picked up her mobile phone and wanted to make a call to her son, telling about the sufferings of these years. Ma Xiuling's son was violently violent on the phone, and immediately said to go home immediately to ask a lawyer to fight the divorce lawsuit for her mother.

Ma Xiuling's daughter was on the train going home, and heard her mother's whispering that her once vague memories gradually became clear. It turned out that those things that were dreams turned out to be true.

"Mom, I was going home and wanted to tell you good news. Now I will tell you in advance. I can go straight to Bo, and the doctor’s dormitory in our school is a one-bedroom room with a balcony and a separate toilet. You can live with me after the divorce. Together." The firm voice of her daughter made Ma Xiuling down: "As far as my dad is concerned, you can rest assured that he will go to my school to make trouble. The current society is not the time for filial piety. I can still do this little thing Handled."

Ma Xiuling heard the gentle voice of her daughter over the phone: "Mom, I should protect you later."

Ma Xiuling hung up in tears, Lin Qingyin picked up the carving knife and carved the last stone and handed it to Ma Xiuling: "Put this on to the police."

Ma Xiuling looked at the stone in her hand, remembering that she saw the same paragraph hanging on the neck of Aunt Zheng just now, and couldn't help but ask, "Master, why is this used?"

"Others are for body protection and safety, but yours are different." Lin Qingyin showed his white teeth and smiled very cutely: "It can keep the scars on your body."

Ma Xiuling hesitated and summoned the courage to ask: "Can he be sentenced?"

Lin Qingyin looked at Ma Xiuling's face and said: "Now it looks ambiguous, the changes inside are too great."

Ma Xiuling smiled suddenly: "I understand, this depends on myself, right?"

With Ma Xiuling's words, Lin Qingyin watched her face change slightly, and the situation that was ambiguous just now had a clear change...

The disaster of her husband’s prison is becoming more and more obvious, and she has suffered more accidents and serious injuries.

Lin Qingyin sighed: "Why do you risk yourself!"

"Master, you're right. I saw it as soon as I had an idea." Ma Xiuling said: "I just wanted him to stay in for a few years. I don't want my children to waste too much time on him. Send him in and everyone will be quiet."

Lin Qingyin reached out and returned the stone, adding an additional layer of formation: "This formation can protect you from fatal damage, and will be cured for up to two months."

Ma Xiuling nodded and solemnly put the stone on his neck to thank Lin Qingyin. Lin Qingyin handed over the money given by Ma Xiuling just now: "You are the first person who will be injured after I finish the calculation. Return the money to you as if it were medical expenses."

Ma Xiuling looked at the money in Lin Qingyin's hands and was at a loss. "Master, this is my own choice. Besides, don't you engrave me!"

"Okay, don't delay the time, your husband's unhappy years will end in a few days, hurry back." Lin Qingyin stuffed the money to Ma Xiuling, some uneasy wiped the stone around her neck, and went in Entering some more Reiki, this sent her away.

After finishing Ma Xiuling's hexagram, Lin Qingyin's mood was somewhat affected. She felt many warm moments after waking up in this world, and also saw the dark side of many things, which is a kind of improvement for her mood. Essential experience.

After sending away Ma Xiuling, Lin Qingyin snagged into the Westinghouse. When Mrs. Zheng looked at her granddaughter's expression, she was in a mood, thinking that she was too laborious to count the hexagrams. Although the three people who had been waiting for a long time had some regrets, they also understood Lin Qingyin's pale face. Moreover, Lin Qingyin had to live here for three or five days, which was not too bad at this time. However, they left the gua money before they left, lest they let others take the lead in the next calculation.

Mrs. Zheng held her granddaughter for a while and asked Aunt Zheng to wash the cherries. After a while, Lin Qingyin’s mother cut the apples. By the way, she didn’t forget to let Lin Qingyin eat the chicken feet.

When Lin Qingyin just smelled the smell of chicken paws, the sound of police cars and ambulances suddenly came from outside. Mrs. Zheng bluffed and stretched his neck to look out the window subconsciously: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingyin's mood has returned to calm at this time, and there is no trace of strangeness on his face: "Call Ma Xiuling's children. Their father may be in New Year this Spring Festival."

Mrs. Zheng was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Do you mean that Ma Xiuling has committed a problem with his husband? No, it is an honest man."

Lin Qingyin: Oh, God **** honest people!

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