Ding Hanbai was only a good person for one night. He served food to others with a hearty face the night before, and he slammed on the door to ask questions the next day when he woke up. There was no way, his curiosity had been hanging for several days, and he was bound to figure it out.
Ji Shenyu was disturbed by the sound of the door smashing, so he burrowed under the pillow, and the bandit outside the back door kicked the door open, rushed in, sat down on the edge of the bed, and pushed him across the quilt.
"Get up quickly." Ding Han's hands were even stronger, and he pressed Ji Shenyu's back, there was a crunching sound, "What have you been doing in the house these days? Don't want to take a bath this week if you don't explain clearly. ."
Ji Shenyu covered his waist with his backhand, and when he heard "bathing", he immediately returned his mouth: "Then I will go to Huaqing Pool, and I will take a sauna."
He rolled over and sat up, shedding his shyness, full of clarity after a full sleep. Ding Hanbai was half an arm away from him, leaned over and sniffed, frowned and stared: "You have a smell! It's sour, I vomited!"
The man's expression was too realistic, as if he was about to spit it out when his mouth was closed again. Ji Shenyu's face flushed red, embarrassed, and hesitantly squeezed his clothes under the quilt: "I'm not sweating, I'm going to take a shower now."
Ding Hanbai came to a set of Sichuan opera to change his face, raised his hand to stop it: "I told you not to wash, first explain what you have been secretly doing these days."
When the words came back, Ji Shenyu couldn't tell whether he was really savory, or whether Ding Han was lying to him, bent down and drilled under the opponent's arm, standing barefoot on the floor: "I can do whatever I like with the door closed, Master. You don't care, you don't care..."
Ding Hanbai became angry when he heard it: "It's not good to take Ding Yanshou down, it's not good! This is my yard, you will be disciplined by me in everything you do." He stood up, forcing the other side back, "Playing mysterious, right? From today, you are not allowed to go to the front yard to eat, so close the door and eat in this room!"
Ji Shenyu vaguely felt that Ding Hanbai eats softly and not hard, but he is not afraid of him at all, so he can't be soft when he talks, and he simply slaps his neck: "If you don't go, you won't go, you have no appetite for eating next to you, and I vomited too. !"
Ding Hanbai slammed the door and left, the door swayed open, feeling that it would fall sooner or later. Ji Shenyu was woken up by the influx of wind, only to realize that the two of them were childish and ridiculous, but they were already angry, at least the other party would not pay attention to him this weekend.
Ignore it, be quiet.
Ji Shenyu cleaned up the room and hummed the Yangzhou Qing song that Ji Fangxu loved to listen to during his lifetime. After taking a shower and changing clothes, the house was completely refreshed. The past two days were wet, and the celadon vase would dry in the shade until Monday.
The son is not easy to mess with, he coaxes the old man to be happy.
On Monday, the sky was clear, but Ding Hanbai's face was not clear, so he went to work after saying that there was a party in the evening.
Ji Shenyu calmly picked out his clothes, wore the most lavish clothes, carried the celadon vase on his back with his schoolbag, and went straight to the tortoiseshell antique market. The second time he entered the palace, he walked around calmly, bought a bottle of soda, found a brightly lit space, and set up a stall.
Soon a young man came and asked, "What's wrong with this dirty bottle?"
Ji Shenyu sucked the soda, and rolled his eyes to the point where he could hold a golden rooster and a hundred flowers: "It's nothing, don't block the light."
You may not be able to hear a homeless person in this area, but the layman must have exposed it early. He drove away the people watching the fun, sat cross-legged with an old newspaper, and waited for the real buyer.
Not long after, an old lady passed by, her silver hair neatly combed to complement the pearl earrings, stopped and said, "Oh, I have to put on my reading glasses and look at this."
Some people around looked at it, it turned out that the old lady was a regular customer and liked to collect old jewelry. Ji Shenyu couldn't figure out the other party's weight, opened his eyes and looked at it, deliberately holding a defiant demeanor.
The old lady asked, "Xiaobao, don't you introduce me when you sell things?"
Ji Shenyu said: "My family has a lot of antiques. I took this one from the cabinet and sold it for pocket money."
The old lady is kind and kind: "There are so many antiques at home, and the clothes you wear are very particular, and you still need pocket money?"
"The final exam is smashed, and my dad won't give me flowers." Ji Shenyu lowered his face and knocked the soda bottle against the celadon bottle, "Anyway, those who know me know that I'm a good thing, and I won't sell it cheap, or my dad will find out. got beat up."
Just as he was talking, another man came, with short-sighted glasses and a briefcase, Sven. He squatted down, pinched the neck of the bottle and looked at it. He felt the lines on the glaze, and plucked the dirt on the lines. He seemed to ask, "This dirty mud can't be accumulated in the cabinet."
Ji Shenyu said calmly: "My dad said, this bottle is just like this, it's fake if it's not dirty."
Some people are unfamiliar with this statement. The man turned over the bottle and looked at it in detail. Ji Shenyu lowered his eyes and pretended to be indifferent, but he was actually a little nervous. The piles of debris are all cultural relics from the ocean, and the dirt on the surface is also solid calcification, so this porcelain bottle has no problem in terms of material, and the test is his craftsmanship.
"Do you want to buy it?" he asked. "If you don't buy it, don't be rude."
The man ignored it and admired it for a long time: "The bean green glaze on the outer wall of your porcelain vase is not uniform enough, and it's a little yellow."
Once you pick a thorn, it means you want to lower the price, and if you want to lower the price, it means you want it. Ji Shenyu glanced at the yellowish place and wondered if it could not be yellow? Douqing's remnants are no longer suitable, and only a close one can be used. He said: "If it doesn't turn yellow, you have to weigh the truth and the fake. It turns yellow because it has sunk in the sea for too long."
The man was not surprised, and said to the audience, "Yes, this is a bottle from the ocean, it should be from the Qing Dynasty."
The old lady immediately asked, "How much does that cost?"
The man smiled and said, "Although it is well preserved, it is of ordinary shape and flawed on the surface, so it is not expensive."
Ji Shenyu smiled when he heard the words, he just wanted to exchange money to buy a gift for Ding Hanbai, and he couldn't do anything complicated because of the lack of time. This person was right. "Do you buy it?" He held up three fingers. "This number."
Thirty thousand, the man looked at him and said, "Ten thousand and three."
Ji Shenyu turned his face to one side: "After reading, put it away, don't block the light."
The man was taken aback by his attitude, but the old lady was delighted: "This child likes to ignore, not for business, just for pocket money."
The man repeated: "Ten thousand and three are really not for sale? Maybe not even ten thousand for another person."
Ji Shenyu waved his hand and put his impatience on his face, the man got up and left, and the old lady and the audience also left. His eyes followed the man, as if seeing him walking, occasionally stopping, but not bowing again.
He knew in his mind that the coldness in front of the door was only temporary.
The sun was the most poisonous at noon, and the air conditioner in the office of the Cultural Relics Bureau never stopped. When the phone rang, the deputy director called to ask for documents. Ding Hanbai went into the director's office to pick it up and delivered it again. When he came back, he went to his seat to blow air.
After sweating, he asked, "Team leader, is the director asking for leave?"
Zhang Yin didn't go to work, so he went to the airport to pick up the experts in person. As for now, I am leisurely wandering the tortoiseshell antique market.
In this market, 90% of the fakes are fakes, but everyone wants to pick them up. Zhang Yin walked around in a circle, and then stood in front of Ji Shenyu. He just brought back a batch of cultural relics from the ocean, and the ones displayed in the museum were all selected by him.
Explain what? It means he can't go wrong. He was quite sure that the rim, neck, and lips of the bottle were all orderly, exactly the same as he had ever seen. Then there are the attachments, he is more certain, and he will never forget the smell of the sea.
Ji Shenyu instigated the popsicle, raised his head and said nothing.
Generally speaking, when the poor need money urgently, it is easiest to lower the price. Ji Shenyu was on the contrary. He was particular about his clothes, wearing a long-lasting amber pendant on his schoolbag, eating popsicles after drinking soda, pretending to be a prodigal and stealing antiques in exchange for pocket money.
"If you don't give up at 30,000 yuan, you will definitely hit your hand." Zhang Yin finally said, "Do you think I'm right?"
Ji Shenyu said, "Then 13,000." After seeing Zhang Yin's face full of surprise, he said, "Brother, I'm not ignorant, don't think about beautiful things."
The two of them started to see, and if they took a step back, they lost 18,000 yuan. Zhang Yin's 13,000 yuan was really ridiculous, but it was just a small deception because of Ji Shenyu's age. price space.
They kept arguing, attracting others to see that Zhang Yin was afraid of being robbed of love by Hengdao, and finally settled on 20,003. Ji Shenyu only needs cash, carrying a schoolbag and Zhang Yin to withdraw money, there is a bank next to the antique market, as if it is convenient for people to trade.
The handover in the bank is very safe, the celadon bottle is given to the other party, and Ji Shenyu leaves with a schoolbag on his back. When I passed an alley, I heard shouting, and then a person jumped out, knocking half of his arm and running away.
There is an alley between the outer wall of the antique market and the bank. The stalls in it are full, and retail investors set up stalls in the alley. , crying and shouting.
Broad day robbery! Lost the lifesaver!
Ji Shenyu stood at the entrance of the alley, grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and ran, chasing the robber all the way. The robber was so panicked by him that he didn't get on the overpass when he was supposed to, and ran straight to the intersection to escape.
Ji Shenyu saw the two traffic police trip over the robber, and the burden rolled to the ground. With a crisp sound, his heart was broken.
The burden was recovered by him, but the blue-glazed elephant-ear square vase inside was broken into pieces. When he brought it back, he saw the old man sitting on the steps outside the bank. "Grandpa..." He went over, not knowing what to say, "the man fell."
The burden was unfolded, and the old man shook his head at the debris, his face was mottled with blood and tears, and he twitched slightly while covering his belly. Ji Shenyu hurriedly supported the other party and asked, "He hurt you when he was robbing something? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
At this time, a person came out of the bank and went straight to them: "Where's the stuff?"
This is someone who promised to buy, but the other party's time to withdraw the money was robbed. Ji Shenyu pursed his lips towards the burden, and his heart ached. Although he did not have sharp eyes, he knew that there would be some flaws in counterfeiting. The square bottle had no flaws, and it was worth at least seventy or eighty thousand.
The other party became angry: "I agreed to wait for me to withdraw the money, why is this happening? You pay!"
The old man was angry: "I can't pay..."
"...I'm fucking your ancestors!" The other party yelled, a veteran lover, he only had objects in his eyes, and the duck flew to his mouth.
Ji Shenyu wiped the nosebleed for the old man. He was not good at cursing, so he couldn't help but miss Ding Hanbai. When the man had enough scolding and left, he helped the old man to take a taxi on the street. If a good man has done it to the end, let's go to the hospital.
A check was incredible, in addition to trauma, the old man turned out to have cancer.
Ji Shenyu understood what "saving money" meant, and he was not ambiguous when he paid the hospital bills, plus seventy-seven-eighty-eight, twenty-three thousand to remove most of it. He stayed beside the hospital bed, twisted the towel to wipe the old man's face, and after wiping his face and hands, he found that the old man's right hand had six fingers.
"My surname is Liang, Liang Hecheng." The old man said, "I was born with six fingers, didn't I scare you?"
Ji Shenyu shook his head: "Grandpa, how can I contact your family?"
The old man said, "I'm lonely, you shouldn't care about me."
Ji Shenyu was silent for a moment, took out the rest of the money, kept three hundred for himself, and stuffed the rest under the pillow: "Grandpa, I'll accompany you to the evening, you can keep the money to spend."
The old man burst into tears: "How can I ask for your money, I have to pay you back for the hospitalization..."
"My master said—" When he asked to explain, Ji Shenyu changed his words, "My dad said that after all the money is gone, it will come back, but if you are busy, you will regret it."
The old man asked again, "Why do you carry so much money with you, little doll?"
The other party was already too pitiful, Ji Shenyu couldn't bear to deceive, he told the story of making the celadon vase one by one, and accompanies the other party to the evening in the blink of an eye, and it was twilight outside.
He said goodbye, took a ride with an empty backpack, and thought about the movie, frame by frame, and at the end of the performance, there was only loss. He got off at Chiwangfu Station. After he got off the bus, he met Ding Hanbai at the street intersection. Ding Hanbai returned from the party, tinged with a faint smell of alcohol.
Ji Shenyu finally saw his relatives, not relatives, but acquaintances.
After so many days of work, my fingertips still hurt, and in the end I only have three hundred dollars left.
What is this called, it is called a bamboo basket to draw water.
Ji Shenyu is so wronged: "Senior brother..."
Ding Hanbai was stunned, wondering if they were in the Cold War after their quarrel? I don't remember making up, he was drinking too much? The dazed Kongdang Ji Shenyu has come up, raised his head, and seemed to beg for his comfort.
He wrapped his big hands around the back of people's heads. This time, knowing the importance, he gently rubbed them and asked slowly, "What's wrong?"
Ji Shenyu consciously broke his promise and looked embarrassed: "I can't give you gifts."
Ding Hanbai didn't expect this reason, and said non-negotiable: "That's not good, you have made a package, and it will be delivered now. You have to give what you want."
Ji Shenyu panicked, waiting for the other party to embarrass him.
As a result, Ding Hanbai rubbed heavily: "Forget it, you can just laugh."