Men, they are all about their face. The stupidest thing they have done is known to the person they like the most. Naturally, it is very sad.
Lin Banxia explained it for a long time before explaining clearly that Li Su betrayed him, but no matter how much Li Su slandered him, Song Qingluo was still the cutest and most powerful person in his mind. Song Qingluo listened quietly for a while, then stood up and said I was going out for a cigarette.
Lin Banxia said, "Stop smoking, there are children at home."
Song Qingluo glanced at Xiaohua and Xiaokuo who were sitting on the sofa with their calves dangling, and stuffed the cigarettes in his pockets back.
"Can you tell me?" Lin Banxia asked cautiously, "Just... why would you buy something like this?"
Song Qingluo raised her hand to look at her watch: "Change your clothes, I'll take you somewhere."
Lin Banxia said, "Where are you going?"
Song Qingluo said, "You'll know when you go."
Lin Banxia changed her clothes and followed Song Qingluo out.
The weather is getting hot now, but fortunately the sun has gone down, and the heat has faded a lot. Song Qingluo took a taxi outside the community and told the driver an address that Lin Banxia had never heard of.
The car passed through the new city and arrived at the old city where Lin Banxia didn't come often. Different from the area where they live, most of the houses here are old, but although the houses are old, the price is not ambiguous at all. Just a small house of fifty or sixty square meters can be sold for millions. It was the kind of location that Lin Banxia thought she would never buy in her entire life.
The taxi finally stopped outside an alley. Song Qingluo paid the fare and got out of the car with Lin Banxia.
It was almost ten o'clock at the moment. Although it was summer, it was a little late. There were only dim street lights on the old streets, and the streets were full of crowded buildings. The alleys lead in all directions and are densely packed like cobwebs. If you come here for the first time, you will definitely get lost.
But obviously, Song Qingluo was not here for the first time. When he got out of the car, he naturally took Lin Banxia's hand and slipped into the alley next to him.
Walking all the way, turning left and right, Lin Banxia didn't know where she was at the back. Just when he couldn't help but ask Song Qingluo where he was going to take him, a noise came from somewhere. Then Song Qingluo pushed open a small door, an alley full of people, and suddenly appeared in front of Lin Banxia's eyes.
This alley is quite spacious. There are hawkers sitting on the side of the road. In front of the hawkers are all kinds of bizarre things, some modern and some ancient. Under the illumination of the dim yellow street lamps, it inexplicably adds a bit of mystery. breath.
Seeing the scene, Lin Banxia immediately woke up and said, "This is the legendary ghost market??"
Song Qingluo said, "That's right."
The ghost market has nothing to do with ghosts. It just describes the location of this market as mysterious, and the sellers are all kinds of strange, selling everything. Song Qingluo took Lin Banxia's hand and walked inside, saying, "This place only opens once every two weeks. It starts around ten o'clock and ends in the early morning. There are everything for sale."
Lin Banxia looked around, and sure enough, she saw quite a few rare things in the stall next to her, such as watches, tapes, jewelry, and everything. Lin Banxia even saw a stall selling picture books. She crouched down curiously, picked up one and looked at it. She found that it was a comic book that had been out of print for a long time. She asked the boss how to sell it. The boss smiled and stretched out five books. finger.
Lin Banxia exposed the nature of her poverty: "Five yuan?"
Boss: "I'll buy as much as you have for five yuan!"
Lin Banxia said, "What about fifty?"
The boss snorted in disgust.
Lin Banxia didn't ask any more questions, she silently put down the things in her hands, stood up and leaned into Song Qingluo's ear and said, "I don't think I deserve to be here."
Song Qingluo said calmly, "It's alright, let's take a look and don't buy it."
Lin Banxia said calmly, "Yes, I won't buy it."
The two walked away holding hands, leaving the boss looking at them speechlessly, probably thinking in their hearts, why are these two so snarky.
This ghost market is quite lively. It seems that many outsiders come here. The two walked around and didn't buy anything. Lin Banxia was even more curious at this time. He said: "Is there any real goods here?"
Song Qingluo said, "There are some, but few."
Lin Banxia: "Then you bought it?"
Song Qingluo said, "I bought it."
Lin Banxia said, "That's not right. Seeing that your house is empty, what about the things you bought?"
Song Qingluo glanced at Lin Banxia and said, "Come here." He took Lin Banxia through an alley next to the ghost market and walked out of the alley again, and finally stopped in front of a red gate. , Lin Banxia thought that Song Qingluo's friend lived inside or something, but the next moment, he watched Song Qingluo take out a scarlet key from his pocket, in front of Lin Banxia. Open the door.
As soon as the door opened, a spacious courtyard came into view. It seemed to be a very large yard, with prosperous vegetation, red walls and black tiles, which was exceptionally beautiful. It was the first time that Lin Banxia saw such a beautiful courtyard, and she was surprised: "It's so beautiful, whose house is this?"
Song Qingluo said, "My family."
Lin Banxia: "..." He suddenly remembered the small building where Song Qingluo lived in the dream, and the beautiful roses hanging on the walls. It did have the charm of a courtyard, but the building in front of him made people even more Stunning.
"My family used to live here." Song Qingluo said, "After something happened to my father, my mother and I moved to another place."
Lin Banxia said, "Your parents..."
"It's gone." Song Qingluo said, "They're all dead."
Lin Banxia: "..."
Song Qingluo said that he was dead as an understatement, but it was obvious that some wounds could never be healed.
Lin Banxia regretted asking this question: "I'm sorry, I'm not..."
"It's okay." Song Qingluo said, "I'm fine."
The two walked to the center of the yard. Lin Banxia felt that no one lived here for a long time. Judging from the state of the plants, there should be someone taking care of them, otherwise they would not have grown so neatly.
"Something happened at home. After the accident, I moved out from here, and I will come back occasionally." Song Qingluo's tone was indifferent, unable to detect any emotion, "But the house is a bit wasteful, so it was used by me. stuffed."
Lin Banxia said, "Loading something? Loading what?"
Song Qingluo said, "Come and see."
He said, took out the key again, and opened the door of the largest room. As soon as the door opened, Lin Banxia was stunned, and saw that the whole room was densely packed with various old-fashioned objects, including porcelain. There are paintings and furniture. At first glance, it looks like a small warehouse.
Although Lin Banxia doesn't understand antiques, she casually looked at a few porcelains and thought they were pretty: "You bought them all?"
Song Qingluo said, "Yes."
"Is it true?" Lin Banxia was a little curious.
Song Qingluo said, "There are true and false."
Lin Banxia: "...Can you tell the difference?"
"Almost." Song Qingluo said, "My dad is an archaeologist, and I learned some fur from him when I was a child."
Lin Banxia blinked.
Song Qingluo had obviously guessed what he was going to ask, and reached out and made a pause gesture: "It was just an accident—"
Lin Banxia couldn't help but laugh.
Song Qingluo sighed helplessly, knowing that this matter has long since become his own dark history, and almost everyone who knows his name also knows this ridiculous story, and he has nothing to explain, so let others go.
Lin Banxia suddenly remembered the painting she saw at Song Qingluo's house, and said, "By the way, in a dream before, I seemed to have seen a very strange painting in your house."
Song Qingluo's expression condensed slightly: "What?"
Lin Banxia: "...It's a bit special, like a few skeletons."
Song Qingluo said, "Oh, I see." He stretched out his hand, wiped the dust from the porcelain on the side, and said, "That painting is called the Skull Phantom Play."
Lin Banxia: "Skull fantasy picture?"
"That's right." Song Qingluo said, "A painting painted by Li Song in the Southern Song Dynasty is very special. Anyone who has seen it is usually impressed."
Lin Banxia was surprised: "That painting is in your house?"
Song Qingluo said, "Of course it's not there. The original painting is naturally in the museum."
Lin Banxia said: "Oh..." Song Qingluo said so, then his family should be an imitation, but for some unknown reason, Song Qingluo would be so impressed by an imitation that he even repeated it over and over again. Appears in deep dreams.
Although he was curious, Lin Banxia felt that it was not a good time to ask this question, so he let out a breath. He took a closer look at the collections around him, and couldn't really tell whether it was true or false. Indeed, antiques are interesting to those who know the goods, but they are ordinary decorations to those who do not know the goods. Just a product.
I don't know how long Song Qingluo kept the things in this room. Lin Banxia asked, and after learning that he had received the first money to successfully seal the heresy, he embarked on a road of no return.
Lin Banxia originally wanted to ask Song Qingluo how many genuine works of these collections there are, but who would have thought that after turning around in it, he found a large porcelain jar placed in the corner with a strange pattern printed on it. The more Lin Banxia looked at the pattern, the more he felt Strange, how does it look like Peppa Pig that Xiao Cave likes, although it has changed to a classical style, but this flat head is exactly the same as a hair dryer, like a firefly in the dark night, so eye-catching. Lin Banxia forcibly held back the question she wanted to ask, and pretended to be calm: "How much did you pay for this tank?"
Song Qingluo stood at the door and didn't come in, and glanced at it: "I don't remember very much. I bought it a few years ago. The tank is from the Song Dynasty, and it looks like a strange beast unicorn tattooed on it."
Lin Banxia: "..." The unicorn is alright.
Song Qingluo: "What's wrong?"
Once again, Lin Banxia swallowed hard the blood that rushed to the throat, and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, just look at it, it's pretty good." It seems that Song Qingluo's collection is true or false. It is estimated that there is a lot of moisture. Song Qingluo should be thankful that there are several pieces in such a large pile of things. I don't know when he bought this tank. It is estimated that when he bought it, Peppa Pig was still hot...
In order to prevent herself from being stimulated further, Lin Banxia walked to the door, and the weak expression on her face made Song Qingluo a little strange and asked him what was wrong.
"It's okay, it's just a little hot." Lin Banxia wiped the sweat from her forehead, thinking that this was Song Qingluo's secret treasure, otherwise Li Su and the others would see it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to laugh a hundred more times year.
Song Qingluo said, "There's a mung bean paste at the door, go eat some?"
"Okay, okay." Lin Banxia couldn't wait, thinking that if he watched it any longer, he would have a heart attack.
When they went out, Song Qingluo told Lin Banxia about him and the old man, saying that the old man and him had known each other before, and he was also an antique, and introduced many buyers to Song Qingluo. But since the Apple Jade Pendant incident, Song Qingluo hasn't seen anyone else, guessing that he is also a little guilty and embarrassed to appear again. It's just that I don't know what medicine I took wrong recently, but I dare to come to the door.
Lin Banxia said, "Why do you buy so many antiques?" This was actually his most curious question.
Song Qingluo said, "I want to find something."
Lin Banxia: "Looking for something?"
"Well." Song Qingluo said, "I lost something, I want to find it."
The two talked, walked to the nearby alley outside, and found a hawker selling mung bean paste. The weather is hot and people come and go in the ghost market. The hawker's business is very good.
Lin Banxia generously took out her wallet, bought two bowls, and said, "Eat it."
Song Qingluo took it over: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Lin Banxia took it and took a sip. The cold and sweet mung bean paste slipped down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel much better. I don't know if it was stimulated by the antiques in that room, Lin Banxia always felt that her blood pressure was a little high.
Song Qingluo was not as rude as he was, drinking slowly beside him, Lin Banxia glanced at it quietly, and always felt that Song Qingluo looked really good at anything. Drinking mung bean paste was like drinking bird's nest.
He watched with relish, and he didn't even notice that someone was walking beside them. It wasn't until there was a cough next to him that Lin Banxia turned his head and saw an old man with white beard and hair standing beside him. This old man was wearing a white coat, and he looked quite immortal, like a master from the world written in a martial arts movie...
Just appearing beside him suddenly, Lin Banxia was frightened and retreated to Song Qingluo's side, Song Qingluo stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around his waist, glanced at the old man, his expression became cold.
The old man probably wanted to say something, but when he saw Song Qingluo hugging Lin Banxia tightly, he swallowed all the words he said, and Lin Banxia stared at him. His face turned red, and it took a long while before he said, "Song family boy, what's the matter with you? We haven't seen you for a few years... why..."
Lin Banxia guessed his last sentence, which was probably "Why did you find a man?"
Also, with Song Qingluo's appearance, even if he doesn't have much money, he wants to be a little white face and eat soft rice, that's all right, how could he be reduced to being with a man...
The corners of Song Qingluo's mouth twitched slightly, her arms around Lin Banxia tightened, and she said lightly, "If you don't have money to find a wife, it would be great if someone wants it. He asked for this bowl of mung bean paste."
Even if he knew he was joking, Lin Banxia couldn't help showing a smile. His body was tightly pressed against Song Qingluo, and he could feel the temperature of his skin continuously coming from the place where the two were in contact, a little hot , but not annoying.
When the old man heard Song Qingluo's words, his body trembled. When Lin Banxia thought he was about to hold his breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "How do you explain this to your mother?"
Song Qingluo said, "My mother is dead."
The old man stomped: "Who said she was dead! She's fine!"
Song Qingluo said, "What about her?"
The old man was silent, and after giving birth for a while, he said, "I don't care whether your mother is dead or alive, you... you can't do this!"
Song Qingluo said, "Then return the money you lied to me."
The old man said: "I didn't lie to you, who lied to you to find whom?"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Banxia knew the identity of this person. It was estimated that it was the old man who went to Song Qingluo's residence to find him. In the conversation between the two, the old man seemed to have other origins with Song Qingluo, not just the simple acquaintance in the ghost market.
It stands to reason that the person who caused him to be deceived is right in front of him, Song Qingluo should be very angry, but the strange thing is that Lin Banxia didn't hear much anger in his tone, more like he was joking: "So I don't care who you are."
The old man blew his beard and stared at him, with an expression like he was about to commit a heart attack.
Song Qingluo pretended not to see it, and was about to leave with Lin Banxia's hand, but the old man stopped him behind him and said, "Song boy, wait a minute!"
Song Qingluo turned back.
"I didn't mean to come to trouble you!" the old man said, "You haven't been to the ghost market in the past few months. I don't know that something big has happened in the ghost market!!"
Song Qingluo said, "What's the matter?"
The old man said: "It's inconvenient to talk here, go to my house!"
Song Qingluo glanced at Lin Banxia, obviously asking for his opinion. Lin Banxia felt that it didn't matter, just go and have a look. He was actually curious about the relationship between Song Qingluo and this old man. So he nodded, agreeing with the old man's proposal.
"Then let's go." Song Qingluo drank the last mouthful of mung bean porridge and said indifferently, "There's nothing to do anyway."
The old man's expression was full of resentment, and the resentment in his eyes was about to turn into reality, Song Qingluo pretended not to see it at all.
On the way to the old man's house, Song Qingluo re-introduced his identity, saying that this man's surname was Zhu, his name was Zhu Wenbing, and he was already eighty-six this year. In the past, Song Qingluo and their family were neighbors, but after something happened to Song Qingluo's family, they moved out of the yard, and the relationship gradually faded away.
Later, Song Qingluo wanted to buy some antiques, so he entrusted him to recommend some sellers... Everyone knows what happened later.
Along the way, Song Qingluo held the hand of Lin Banxia with the eyes that Old Man Zhu wanted to kill, but he never let it go, but Lin Banxia felt ashamed first.
Mr. Zhu's house is right next to Song Qingluo's house. It seems that his family is very good. After entering, it is also a courtyard with prosperous flowers and plants.
Mr. Zhu led them into the main room. As soon as they entered, Lin Banxia felt a chill. In the hot summer, it was very comfortable. He was about to ask what method he had used to make the room so cool when he saw Song Qing. Luo pointed to the roof and said, "There is a special mechanism there that can release air-conditioning."
Lin Banxia said in surprise, "What mechanism?"
Song Qingluo: "Air conditioner."
Lin Banxia: "..." This joke is really a bit cold.
However, even if Lin Banxia didn't know much about houses, he could see from the surrounding decorations that this old man had a strong family, but he didn't know why he had to live with Song Qingluo, a poor junior.
Sitting down on the chair, Mr. Zhu summoned the servants and served them a bowl of herbal tea. Lin Banxia took a sip. She didn't quite understand and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but Song Qingluo's expression softened a little and seemed to like it very much. This cup of tea.
"Tell me, old man." Song Qingluo said straight to the point, "What happened to the ghost market?"
"Did you go abroad for a while a few months ago?" Mr. Zhu asked.
"Yes." Song Qingluo said, "I went to Russia for a few days."
Old Man Zhu said: "It happened during that time. I wanted to find you, but you were not in the country, so it took a long time to find out where you live..." He muttered with a grumbling expression on his face.
Song Qingluo was not impatient either, took a sip of tea and waited for Old Master Zhu to continue.
"The weather wasn't so hot back then, and there were more people in the ghost market." Mr. Zhu said, "The weather was fine that day, so I just wanted to go out for a walk, and after a short walk, I was in the ghost market. , I met a person who was selling small items. The person was wearing a mask and sunglasses, and he couldn't see clearly. You know, this kind of person's things are usually not clean and can't be bought." He murmured, "I didn't put it away at the time. In my heart, after a few glances, I left, walked around and came back. I saw the Zhao family boy squatting on the stall, and it seemed that he was interested in something. A wrench…”
"Finger?" Song Qingluo said, "What kind of finger?"
"It's something from Shang and Zhou." Old Man Zhu said, "I think it looks like it was last week... I tried to persuade the Zhao family boy, but he seems to be in a bad mood. If he wants to buy it, just buy it. Well, it's not expensive anyway, it's only a few hundred dollars, so I didn't stop you..." He patted his thigh and felt extremely remorse, "Who knew something would happen?!"
Song Qingluo: "What's wrong?"
Old Man Zhu said, "It's only been two weeks since this happened, Zhao family boy, suddenly went crazy."
Hearing the word crazy, Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo glanced at each other almost at the same time, and both saw the same expression in each other's eyes.
"It was said that there were worms in the wrench finger." Mr. Zhu said, "I couldn't remove the wrench finger, so I chopped off all of my fingers with a knife. Fortunately, I found it quickly. I'm still locked in a mental hospital now."
Song Qingluo tapped his finger on the table: "Then what?" If it was just like this, he didn't think the old man would come to him.
"Then, that person came again." Mr. Zhu said, "It was just last week... Why aren't you at home?" This time, he went to Song Qingluo again, but he still didn't catch the kid. But luck is still good, I met Ji Leshui at home, and finally got the news.
Song Qingluo said, "I went back to his hometown."
Old Man Zhu said, "Why are you going back to your hometown?"
"The dowry." Song Qingluo said lightly, "Before doing big things, you have to meet your parents first."
As soon as these words came out, Old Man Zhu, who had a slightly better complexion, suddenly turned blue and red, as if he had opened a dyeing workshop. Lin Banxia saw that Song Qingluo was deliberately angry with the old man, and held back a smile and cooperated to reveal a shy expression. Expression: "I hate it, why do you say this?"
Song Qingluo blinked slyly and said softly, "I just like to tell people about us. The more people I know, the happier I will be."
Old Man Zhu collapsed completely, slapped the table and roared, "You two, shut up for me!!"
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo couldn't help laughing at the same time.
The author has something to say:
Lin Banxia: Isn't it bad to bully an old man like this
Song Qingluo: I already gave him face by not kissing him in front of him.
Master Zhu: Two little sons of a bitch! ! !