Good or bad luck index: 89 (from Buddhist mathematical culture, for reference only)
I dreamed that I had cut the end of a bunch of hair: graffiti in the depths of flowers, the combination of ancient and perfect in modern products, and a little crazy hormone, which could affect the nerves of the whole body and shake out a satisfying goose bumps at the end of capillaries. It is better to walk between cold cement and get drunk under alcohol.