I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Shen Ling'er remained on the tree.

Yang Mi stood under the tree, watching her back.

The wind blew across the river, rustling the leaves in waves.

Shen Ling'er glanced down at Yang Mi, then quickly turned her face away.

"Mother, don't ask anymore."

That's a light sentence.

But it looks like a door.

The door closed.

Yang Mi did not press her further.

She reached out her hand, her voice softening.

"Come down, it's windy up in the tree."

Shen Ling'er then stepped down from the branches.

When she landed, she didn't show off as usual; she just patted the bark off her hands.

Chen Doudou ran over carrying a water bottle.

"Ling'er, you were sitting so high just now, weren't you afraid of falling?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You can fall even when you're standing on the ground, but I'm not like you."

Chen Doudou: "..."

Lin Jia sighed beside her.

This kid is used to being scolded now.

We returned home in the afternoon.

The car was quiet.

Zhao Lei sat in the front row, and after holding it in for a long time, he still couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Sister Mi, does Shen Fei really never go out?"

Yang Mi looked out the window.

After a few seconds, she said, "I used to think he never went out."

He Chuan looked up sharply.

The comments section started rolling.

"I used to think... This is a lot of information."

"Does Yang Mi also not know where Shen Fei took Ling'er?"

"Shen Fei is becoming more and more like a man of the wind."

Shen Ling'er leaned against Yang Mi with her eyes closed.

It looks like it's asleep.

But her little hand kept pressing on her sleeve.

She hid the red string and copper coins very carefully.

Yang Mi glanced down at it but didn't ask.

She suddenly realized that her daughter was guarding Shen Fei's belongings more tightly than anything else.

The next morning.

The program crew's activity room.

He Chuan stood in front of the whiteboard, and his whole demeanor returned to work mode.

"Dear families, the holiday is over."

"Starting today, a new round of career experience."

Zhao Lei raised his hand.

"Teacher He, just to confirm, you're not going to the hospital, the auction, or the film festival today, right?"

He Chuan took a deep breath.

"Won't."

Chen Hao added insult to injury: "You won't go to the ancestral hall either?"

He Chuan looked at him.

"Won't."

Lin Jia asked cautiously, "Won't there be any more police checkpoints?"

He Chuan remained silent for two seconds.

"Well...it depends."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Teacher He has been exhausted by the show."

"It's truly unique that a parent-child reality show needs to confirm police surveillance."

"I only care what Ling'er is smoking today."

The production team has clearly learned their lesson.

There was also a piece of paper attached to the mission box.

Community folk culture experience.

Zhao Lei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw those words.

"Folk culture, it's safe now, right?"

Bai Sisi looked at him.

"Have you forgotten the suona?"

Zhao Lei, shut up.

Zhou Chen's family drew first.

Zhou Xiaoyu drew: "Paper cutting experience".

Su Wan smiled.

"This is good."

Zhao Lei's family drew the following: "Assistant at the sugar painting stall".

Zhao Mengmeng was very happy.

Zhao Lei patted his chest.

"I have a theoretical basis for eating sugar paintings."

Bai Sisi: "Eat less."

The Chen family drew the following: "Teahouse waiter".

Chen Doudou immediately asked, "Would you like some snacks?"

Shen Ling'er opened her eyes and looked at him.

"You've really made something of yourself lately."

Chen Doudou's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Um."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"He's evolved from a crybaby into a glutton."

Chen Doudou: "..."

Finally, it was Yang Mi and Shen Ling'er's turn.

He Chuan clasped his hands together in prayer.

"Be normal."

Shen Ling'er reached out and pulled a card from the box.

She glanced at it.

His brow furrowed.

Yang Mi took it.

The next second, she was stunned.

The card had four characters written on it.

Setting up a fortune-telling stall.

The activity room fell silent.

He Chuan's smile froze on his face.

Zhao Lei slowly turned his head.

"Teacher He, has your production team finally stopped pretending?"

Chen Hao also looked towards the production team.

"What kind of job is this?"

Lin Jia frowned.

"How many years has it been since the founding of the People's Republic of China? Can this be broadcast?"

He Chuan quickly flipped through the script.

"It's not feudal superstition, it's not feudal superstition."

"The program team arranged a folk culture experience."

"The content includes popular science on palmistry, traditional calendar display, identification of the old Chinese almanac, and observation of folk language art."

Zhao Lei nodded.

"To translate, it means setting up a fortune-telling stall."

He Chuan: "..."

The barrage of comments exploded.

"Hahaha, setting up a fortune-telling stall!"

"Has the production team gone mad?"

"Other kids do paper cutting and sugar painting, but Shen Ling'er does fortune telling?"

"Wait, Ling'er wouldn't really know how, would she?"

Yang Mi looked at the card, feeling a little numb all over.

"Who...who did you learn this from?"

She looked down at Shen Ling'er.

Shen Ling'er didn't speak.

Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat.

In the past, no matter what she drew, Shen Ling'er would always show a hint of "I know how to do it" on her face.

She knows how to unlock things.

She can play the suona.

She can handle waste.

She can appraise treasures.

She also knows medicine.

But now, she is silent.

He Chuan noticed it too.

He asked cautiously, "Ling'er, do you know how to do this?"

That's a very subtle question.

If it were someone else's child, everyone would assume they wouldn't.

But Shen Ling'er is different.

It would be strange if she didn't.

All the cameras were pointed at her.

The live stream chat was filled with comments.

"Here it comes!"

"Shen Fei didn't actually teach fortune telling, did he?"

"I'm ready to kneel."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she could."

Shen Ling'er raised her head.

She looked at the card.

A few seconds passed.

She said, "No."

The activity room fell silent for a moment.

He Chuan was stunned.

Yang Mi was also stunned.

Zhao Lei opened his mouth.

"She said she wouldn't?"

Chen Doudou whispered, "Even Ling'er doesn't know how to do it?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"You won't do any more."

Chen Doudou nodded immediately.

"right."

Lin Jia: "..."

The live chat exploded.

"She actually said she couldn't!"

"Something's not right, she definitely will!"

"Is this the first time the Demon Orb has conceded defeat?"

"I don't believe it. Shen Fei couldn't possibly have missed a class."

Yang Mi looked down at his daughter.

"Really not?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Won't."

She paused.

Add one more sentence.

"My dad won't let me learn."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The activity room fell silent again.

He Chuan's throat moved.

"What do you mean by not letting you learn it?"

Shen Ling'er pushed the card back onto the table.

He said, "This can't be said casually."

Zhao Lei immediately perked up.

Why?

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You talk too much; you're likely to die young."

Zhao Lei immediately shut up.

Bai Sisi: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

Zhao Lei: My fate was foreseen.

"You call this incompetence?"

"I can't tell fortunes, but I can predict that Zhao Lei will die young, hahaha."

Yang Mi, however, did not laugh.

Looking at Shen Ling'er's small face, she felt a little nervous.

Shen Fei wouldn't let her know.

It's not that I can't.

You cannot speak.

These two are vastly different.

He Chuan gritted his teeth and continued the process.

"Since Ling'er doesn't know how, let's treat today as a regular folk custom experience."

"The program team invited a qualified folk culture master."

"It will not involve any feudal superstition content."

Zhao Lei muttered a complaint in a low voice.

The more you explain, the more plausible it seems.

10:00 AM.

The crew arrived at the end of the old street.

There was a row of temporary folk custom stalls there.

Paper cutting, sugar painting, clay figurines, and tea stalls were all bustling with activity.

A small table was set up in the far corner.

A blue cloth was spread on the table.

A wooden sign hangs next to it.

Folklore consultation.

There is also smaller print below.

Palm reading won't change your fate, and chatting is free.

Yang Mi found it a headache.

"Who wrote this sign?"

He Chuan looked at the staff.

The staff member whispered, "The master craftsman wrote it himself."

A thin old man was sitting behind the stall.

He was wearing a gray cloth shirt and round glasses.

His surname is Hu.

Everyone calls him Old Hu.

When Old Hu saw Shen Ling'er, he narrowed his eyes.

"Is this the little girl?"

He Chuan nodded.

"Mr. Hu, could you please show them the experience today?"

Old Hu waved his hand.

"There's not much to experience in my line of work."

"Face reading is about human relationships, not about deities."

"Leave some room for maneuver in your words."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"This sentence is alright."

Old Hu paused for a moment while holding his teacup.

Shen Ling'er immediately shut up.

Yang Mi also looked at her.

Shen Ling'er lowered her head and kicked a small pebble on the ground.

Old Hu didn't ask any further questions, but simply pointed to the small stool next to him.

"Please sit down."

"Today you are responsible for registering customer questions and collecting booth experience fees."

He Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's easy."

The first customer was an older woman.

She sat down and reached out her hand.

"Master, when is my son getting married?"

Old Hu smiled broadly.

"I don't care about marriage."

The older woman was unhappy.

"So what are you looking at?"

Old Hu pointed to the wooden sign.

"chat."

The older woman rolled her eyes and left.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Face reading won't change your fate, chatting is free, and our main focus is on not being a business."

"This experienced worker knows how to avoid risks."

Yang Mi sat by the stall, responsible for tidying up the paper and pens.

Shen Ling'er sat on a small stool, looking rather listless.

She really didn't say a word.

Someone passing by teased her.

"Little friend, can you tell my fortune today?"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Your wallet is in your back pocket, and the zipper is down."

The man immediately reached out and touched it.

I really didn't poop.

He was startled.

"You can tell from that?"

Shen Ling'er said calmly, "This isn't good fortune, it's just bad luck."

The stall was filled with laughter.

He Chuan said in a low voice, "Ling'er, didn't you say you couldn't do it?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"I didn't count."

"I saw it."

He Chuan: "..."

Before noon, the stall remained stable.

Yang Mi breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems like nothing serious will happen today.

Just then, a man in a black jacket walked up to the stall.

He was probably in his thirties, with a smile on his face, and holding the hand of a little boy who looked about seven or eight years old.

The boy lowered his head and remained silent.

The man sat down and slapped a hundred-yuan bill on the table.

"Master, please take a look at my son."

Old Hu glanced at him.

"What are you looking at?"

The man laughed and said, "Let's see if this kid is tough or not."

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi frowned.

Old Hu also stopped laughing.

"Children's fate is not determined by destiny."

The man's expression turned slightly pale.

"What? Afraid you can't tell?"

He looked down and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Come on, give your master your hand."

The boy didn't move.

The man applied force with his hand.

The boy hunched his shoulders.

Shen Ling'er had her head down.

Suddenly, she looked up.

She looked at the man's hand.

Then she looked at the boy's shoes.

Those shoes don't fit.

It's half a size too big.

The way the shoelaces are tied is not the kind of knot that children usually use.

Shen Ling'er's face slowly turned cold.

Yang Mi noticed it.

"Ling'er?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She looked at the boy.

The boy also secretly glanced at her.

The gaze was quickly withdrawn.

afraid.

It's not that I'm shy.

She was afraid of the man beside her.

Old Hu also sensed something was wrong.

He put down his teacup.

"Is this child your son?"

The man chuckled.

"Nonsense, he's not my son, why would I hold his hand?"

Shen Ling'er suddenly spoke.

He is not.

The sound suddenly stopped in front of the stall.

The man's smile froze.

He Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

He knew it wouldn't be that simple.

The man stared at Shen Ling'er.

"Little friend, you can eat anything, but you can't say anything."

Shen Ling'er stood up.

She walked up to the boy and squatted down.

"Your name is Li An'an?"

The boy suddenly looked up.

The man's expression changed instantly.

Yang Mi was also stunned.

How did Shen Ling'er know?

Shen Ling'er looked at the back of the boy's neck.

There was a red line peeking out from inside the collar.

It looks like the broken end of a school badge lanyard.

Her voice was very soft.

"Your mother is looking for you."

The boy's lips trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The man suddenly stood up and reached out to grab the boy.

Shen Ling'er looked up.

Her face was frighteningly cold.

"You dare touch him and see what happens."

The man turned and ran.

But as soon as he took a step, his trouser leg was tripped by something.

Old Hu's cane lay across the ground.

The man fell to the ground with a thud.

The next second, plainclothes officers rushed out from the crowd and pinned him down.

He Chuan was completely numb.

The comments section paused for a moment.

Then it exploded into a pile.

"Holy crap? Kidnapping?"

"My first fortune-telling job was catching a human trafficker?"

"Isn't she bad at math?!"

Shen Ling'er looked at the man who was being held down, her voice flat.

"I told you."

"I don't know how to tell fortunes."

She reached out and pointed to the mud on the boy's shoes, then to the scratches on the man's wrist.

"But I can judge people."