smoke drifted up in front of his face as he puffed slowly. the afternoon sun cast long shadows on the pavement, and a few pedestrians occasionally glanced his way before walking past. he was used to it. most people didn't stop, let alone bother asking for a reading. the ones who did were usually the desperate ones, and today hadn't brought any of those.

"maybe i should try something different,"老王心里嘀咕着,手指无意识地摩挲着手机冰凉的屏幕.手机还亮着,但上面没什么动静。自从上次李明那事儿之后,他觉得这手机可能不是简单的联网,而是一种……的联系.虽然他嘴上不说,心里却隐隐觉得那纸条上的"死"字不是巧合.但念头刚起,他又掐灭了烟头,没打算深究这些有的没的.

正想着,一个穿着西装的人快步走到他面前,身后还跟着几个扛着"长枪短炮"的人.老王皱了皱眉,认出那是市电视台的记者.他原以为这年头算命先生的活儿越来越难做,没想到连电视台都找上门来了.

"老先生,您好!我们想请您上我们的午间节目,聊聊您算命的经历。"记者热情地递上一张名片.

老王接过名片,扫了一眼上面印着的"都市生活"三个字,把名片塞进了兜里。"我就是一个摆摊算命的,没什么好聊的。"他不想上电视,这玩意儿太张扬,容易惹来不必要的麻烦.

"但我们了解到,您最近通过手机算命走红网络了。"记者握着麦克风,语气带着一丝惊讶.

老王愣了一下,挠了挠头."走红?哪有的事,我就是免费测测字,混口饭吃。"他心里清楚,这次估计是李明的旧识在背后搞的鬼.那小子走后就没消停过,没想到会用这种手段.