Novel Bin Chapter 117.3: Jiang Zhengning Part 3
Jiang Zhengning couldn’t help but smile bitterly when he remembered the experience of looking for relatives: “This year my grandson came to the imperial capital to go to college, I thought I had to come and find him myself, but only after searching personally did I realize that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. There was no clue whatsoever.” He raised his hand and touched Jiang Nanzhou’s head, and said: “Nanzhou has always been interested in fortune-tellingZhouyi. He look a lot of information on the Internet when he was abroad. After he went to college, he joined the fortune-telling Club. He thinks your divination is very accurate, so he wants me to try it with you.”
Lin Qingyin smiled at Jiang Nanzhou: “I can’t believe that we are both newcomers to the club.”
Jiang Nanzhou’s fair face immediately turned red, and he was a little helpless with excitement: “No no no, I am a newcomer, you are the great god of our club!”
Seeing Lin Qingyin’s relaxed expression, Jiang Zhengning’s tension in his heart also ease a lot. He felt that this matter might have a clue: “I can still see him, right?”
Lin Qingyin nodded and took out the tortoiseshell: “Your parents are very old. Especially your father, his health is not very good. It’s only right to let them meet soon.”
Hearing Lin Qingyin mentioning his parents, Jiang Zhengning sighed heavily: “This time we came back with a family doctor. My father had to go abroad before, but now that his life is coming to an end, he still hopes that the fallen leaves return to their roots. This time, I came back with my parents first, while my eldest brother and eldest sister will be back in a few days. It would be great if the family could be reunited.”
Lin Qingyin stroked the tortoiseshell and took out the ancient coins: “Don’t worry, judging from the look on your face, your brother is still alive.”
Hearing this sentence, the worry in Jiang Zhengning’s heart fell into his stomach. Although Jiang Wei didn’t learn fortune-telling, he especially liked to see Lin Qingyin’s fortune-telling posture, especially the eight divination trigrams.
“Little Master, why do I think this tortoiseshell is getting brighter and brighter.” Jiang Wei seemed to want to touch it, but since it was Lin Qingyin’s magic weapon, it was difficult to do it directly.