Fortune Teller Master
chapter-47-4

Thinking of the English essay about dreams that Lin Qingyin asked himself to write yesterday, he suddenly had a bad feeling: “What is the purpose of the essay you asked me to write yesterday?”

“Oh, that…” Lin Qingyin ate the cake and said: “The school will have the monthly exam the day after tomorrow. That will be the topic in the English composition, I calculated it!”

Yang Dashuai: “… …”

Looking at the dazed Yang Dashuai, Lin Qingyin gave him the most unsightly piece of cake in the box with some dismay: “Teacher Yang, today I will help you solve this love debt. I will trouble you to write me the essay when you go back.”

It was the first time for Yang Dashuai to hear such a coquettish operation: “Then how many points can you get in the English test?”

Lin Qingyin propped her chest proudly: “I get full marks every time!”

Yang Dashuai now believed in Lin Qingyin’s fortune-telling ability. She was too accurate. She could get a perfect score on the high school English test even with her broken English.

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The distance between a few intersections was not too far. When they finished talking, Lin Qingyin put the last bite of the cake in her mouth, wiped the chocolate on the corners of her mouth with a paper towel, then said: “Stop here.”

Yang Dashuai’s impression of fortune-telling and feng shui came from watching movies and television dramas. He thought Lin Qingyin would do the same, she will tell the directions while looking at a compass. But Lin Qingyin was holding a paper cup of Starbucks in her hand and found the house leisurely.

After looking up, Lin Qingyin said, “Let’s go, go to the third floor.”

Yang Dashuai has gone from shock to being accustomed to it. He felt that there was nothing in this world that Lin Qingyin cannot count on. He walked to their house and took out the key to open the door, but he saw Lin Qingyin stop at the opposite door.

“Little Master, my home is here.”

Lin Qingyin looked back at him and said, “But that thing is here.”

The opposite was the old house of Li Siyu’s family. When they moved out, he went there to see. Some of their furniture was sold, some were given to relatives and friends. It became an empty house. Even when their Yang family moved out, there had been no new residents.

Thinking of the scene where Li Siyu stood silently behind him last night, Yang Dashuai’s heart trembled a little bit. He even felt a little scared to this old house that he had been accustomed to since childhood. looked a little scared.

“Little Master, is Li Siyu a ghost?” Yang Dashuai asked in a low voice: “She feels weird to me, not like a normal person.”

Lin Qingyin glanced at him: “Ask her, and you will know.”

Following Lin Qingyin’s eyes, Yang Dashuai turned his head and looked at the opposite door: “You mean, she is inside?”

Lin Qingyin didn’t speak, but reached out and covered the position of the keyhole with her palm. But before Fatty Wang could see what Lin Qingyin did, he saw that the old door was pushed open by her.

Yang Dashuai jumped behind Fatty Wang and almost cry. His face turned pale. His body trembled in fear, and he almost faint in fright. Fortunately, Yang Dashuai has a standard figure, Fatty Wang can still bear his weight. If it was a person with the same weight as Fatty Wang, it is estimated that the two of them will roll down.

Seeing Lin Qingyin had walked in, Fatty Wang dragged Yang Dashuai off his back and half-dragged him inside the house.

Yang Dashuai was like a little sheep that was waiting to be slaughtered. He hugged Fatty Wang’s big chubby arms tightly and didn’t let go. Fatty Wang was so annoyed that he murmured as he pushed him: “I’m telling you, this is not part of the service. I will charge you an extra fee.”

“I’ll pay you!” Yang Dashuai nodded his head like a chicken pecking at the rice: “As long as you don’t push me away.”

When they enter the living room, there was nothing inside. It was empty. It looked the same when the Li Family moved out a decade ago. Lin Qingyin didn’t stay, she walked directly to the second room to the south. Yang Dashuai trembled even more. That was Li Siyu’s room.

None of the doors of the old house were locked, Lin Qingyin opened the door with a light push. Compared with the empty living room, this room doesn’t look was abandoned. There was a pink princess bed, a wardrobe with cartoon patterns, and a white desk.

It’s just that a woman was lying on the pink princess bed, and there was a big red jewelry box on the white desk, facing the woman on the bed.

Yang Dashuai, who was holding Fatty Wang’s arm, almost fainted: “The person lying on the bed is Li Siyu.”