Doctor Wang's calm voice sounded: "I already heard it, stinky boy, you can go back quickly if there is nothing to do." ”

When he saw Jiang Chan, Dr. Wang smiled very amiably: "Jiang Chan is really young and promising, and I will continue to work hard in the future!"

Wang Runhui interjected: "If she continues to work hard, should she go to heaven?"

Wang Runhui's words are also true, Jiang Chan is already so powerful now, no matter how hard he works, do he still have to carry a ladder to the sky by himself?

Dr. Wang slapped Wang Runhui's head: "You kid go cool down! Look at Jiang Chan's classmates, and then look at you like this, you also go back to reflect and reflect." ”

Without comparison, Dr. Wang still thinks that his son is quite good, but as soon as there is Jiang Chan as a comparison, Dr. Wang looks at Wang Runhui and is not pleasing to the eye, in the final analysis, Jiang Chan is too good.

Seeing that he was disliked by his father and was penniless, Wang Runhui shrugged and didn't take it to heart. "Okay, okay, I'll go back first, don't forget to go back early in the evening!"

After saying that, Wang Runhui ran away in a puff of smoke, and Dr. Wang shook his head and looked at the empty corridor, and when he looked at Jiang Chan again, he was all kinds of amiable.

Bidding farewell to Dr. Wang, Jiang Chan went out to forage for food. Now she still has a little money on hand, and she is not soft to spend it, because after all, this is a flower patient, and no matter how much she spends, she is willing to spend it.

After Dean Fan settled Kangkang, he was about to go out to buy food, and it happened that Jiang Chan pushed the door and came in. Her movements have always been fast, and the food made by the sick number is called a fresh and tempting fragrance.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and Dean Fan accompanied Kang Kang. Jiang Chan couldn't help much. It just so happened that the neighborhood of the hospital was Lao Street, and Jiang Chan planned to go out and have a long experience.

Not to pick up leaks, this is rare to come to the provincial capital once, why do you have to come out for a long time. After telling Dean Fan about his whereabouts, Jiang Chan walked out of the hospital with a black backpack.

At this time, it is the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and the store opens as early as the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. On the fifth day of the first month, the God of Wealth is welcomed, and the shopkeepers want to please a good fortune. The entrance of the old street is very antique, with a big archway, and two big characters on the old street.

Further inside, there are various old-fashioned buildings. The road is also relatively old, looking at the sense of age, everywhere revealing a kind of thick heritage after the accumulation of years.

Although it has passed the fifth day of the new year, the flavor of the New Year is still very strong, and there are a lot of people coming and going in the old street, and from time to time I watch the tour guide with a group of people hula la pass.

There are people coming and going in the old street, but there are really not many people like Jiang Chan with tender faces, especially when she comes alone. After walking with your guide for a few minutes, he stopped in front of an antique shop.

Jiang Chan looked up, Treasure Pavilion. Gathering treasures, gathering treasures of the world, Jiang Chan raised his eyebrows and followed the tourists in. The tour guide didn't speak again after entering the Treasure Pavilion, just stood aside and watched everyone.

Jiang Chan carried a backpack and swayed casually in the treasure pavilion. The Treasure Pavilion is decorated in a very classical way, with shelves on all sides and a variety of handicrafts on it.

Jiang Chan suddenly sniffed, this action was very subconscious, as if she was a habitual action when she was still a treasure hunting mouse. The corners of Jiang Chan's mouth twitched, oh my God, she really didn't want this habit.

Looking aimlessly, Jiang Chan only felt that these crafts were nothing special, but when he saw the few small objects scattered everywhere at the bottom of the shelves, Jiang Chan's curiosity came up.

She still liked the feeling of picking up leaks, especially when she saw a dusty brick-like thing in the corner, Jiang Chan felt that her eyes were going to be blinded by the golden light.

Looking at other things, Jiang Chan just doesn't feel it at all. She frowned thoughtfully, could it be that she had returned to the real world, and Xiao Jin's talent skill had been brought back by her?

If so, that's really great! With this question in mind, Jiang Chan picked up the brick that was two fingers long and four fingers wide, and slightly blew off a layer of floating ash on the surface, and the closer she looked at Jiang Chan, the more dazzling she felt on the light on this "brick".

If anyone looks at Jiang Chan's eyes at this time, they will find that Jiang Chan's eyes seem to have a golden light in them.

Let's say it's a brick, with patterns carved on it, and some ancient characters, which looks like a painting. Looking at the middle of it, it's a different look.

At the tail of the brick floor, there is a shallow depression in the shape of an oval. Jiang Chan always felt familiar when he looked at it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, isn't this what an inkstone looks like?

This is really amazing, this inkstone is carved very horizontally, completely avoiding the patterns and words on the bricks, very antique.

Then gently knock on this inkstone, the texture is delicate, and there is a faint sound of gold and stone. Jiang Chan concluded that not counting its years, this is indeed a rare good inkstone.

I can know if this is an inkstone, or if the first world was influenced by Jiang Sen. Since ancient times, literati and scholars have prided themselves on being romantic, and the style of collecting inkstones has prevailed, and Jiang Sen is no exception.

Jiang Chan followed behind, and I don't know how many good inkstones I saw. So now when I look at the texture and shape of this inkstone, Jiang Chan knows that this is a rare good inkstone.

If Jiang Sen saw it, Jiang Sen would have to buy it no matter what, thinking of Jiang Sen, Jiang Chan's heart was full of memories. After experiencing so many worlds, she still has the deepest impression of Jiang Sen and Lin.

Although these two are not her real parents, they gave her selfless care, which also made up for Jiang Chan's lack of family affection. It can be said that it was Jiang Sen and the Lin family who taught her how to love others, which Jiang Chan is most grateful to them.

Regardless of whether this inkstone is an antique or not, Jiang Chan is ready to pocket it. Of course, if you can put it in this dusty corner, at least the shopkeeper thinks it's a worthless object.

In it, I picked and chose a few more things, a brush with a bald pen tip, an ancient book full of floating ash, and not even a cover.

Jiang Chan opened it and saw it, it was still a copybook, although I don't know whose it was, but the font was painted with iron and silver hooks, which was very strong, and it was also good to practice calligraphy.

In this way, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are poor, and Jiang Chan is not in a hurry, so he will buy these three things back first.

The antique shop is very lively, this tour group is almost all elderly, everyone is loose in their hands, there are several old people who have taken a fancy to the handicrafts and are bargaining with the store.

The few things that Jiang Chan took were all dusty, and a few old people saw it, that is, they looked at it, and then moved away and stopped paying attention. The shopkeeper was too busy to do anything, and after bargaining with an old woman in front of him for a price, he was just about to drink a saliva.