At the end of the year, the first snow of this winter fell in Z City, the temperature dropped several degrees suddenly, the snow water was mixed with mud, and there was almost no place to put feet in the small alleys, and even the old man who walked on weekdays was gone.

He Manzhou came out of the small alley, and his face couldn't hide the look of frustration.

When she was about to leave work, she received a call from Uncle Li of the expedition team, who had found a site through the ancient paintings left by He Sheng a few days ago, and it was very likely related to his previous trip before his disappearance, so she took advantage of the weekend to make a special trip.

It's a pity that this time it was another failure, and the expedition team still didn't find any news about Lao He.

"Xiaozhou, uncle is also worried about your father, who is good, he has taken care of our brothers all these years, and when he suddenly disappeared, everyone was not happy. However, there is really no way to do it. We haven't seen the codex you mentioned at all, and we can't find anything in that ancient painting...... Hey, kid, or leave it at that. ”

He Manzhou lowered his head slightly, the tips of his shoes stepped over the unmelted snow, and Uncle Li's words echoed in her ears. With things on her mind, she walked aimlessly along the crosswalk, allowing the bus to miss several times.

Those memories of Lao He all spread with it.

When He Sheng disappeared, it was also a snowy winter, and the museum was the busiest time of the year. As the director of the museum, business trips are inevitable, and there has never been a mistake when going out with the expedition team.

He Manzhou originally thought that it was just a normal investigation, but his father never came back, as if the world had evaporated, and there was no one alive or dead.

After He Sheng's disappearance, the members of the expedition team blamed themselves and helped He Manzhou investigate the accident, but no matter how hard the big guy tried, he still hasn't found any useful clues. A whole year has passed, He Manzhou has ignited hope countless times, and as the investigation results have failed, she knows that there are many suspicions behind her father's disappearance, and trying to find clues is tantamount to a fool's dream.

This time, the result was unexpectedly disappointing to her again.

He Manzhou recalled Uncle Li's words on the other end of the phone and sighed lowly.

Forget it, how can it be counted.....

Just then, the shrill honking of the car brought back her thoughts.

He Manzhou raised his eyes and saw that the street market in front was brightly lit, and the alley full of people at night was the famous antique street in Z City, the paradise of antique lovers - Biyun Street.

Unlike the formal antique cities with magnificent decorations, Biyun Street is obviously more accessible to the people, with a lot of people moving here, and the entire alley is dotted with all kinds of shops and stalls, many of which are wild sellers who come to support their stalls temporarily.

Even in such cold weather, Biyun Street is still full of people.

There are always those who are willing to spend a lot of time wandering around the antique street, looking for an eye-catching one from the many stalls and shops, and finding treasures from them, or just to open their eyes.

Although there are some stall owners who often come to get acquainted with each other, more of them are changing places with a shot, and they are still stuck in the stage of not opening for three years and opening for three years. For those who have bad eyesight, they are really deceived by the family, and they can't find anyone after the reaction, so they can only spend money to buy lessons and consider themselves unlucky.

However, this matter also depends on fate, in the realm where scammers are gathered, it will not be long before you will meet a few sellers who are worth the money. Those laymen who have family heirlooms at home, but have no way to find business opportunities, and don't know the antique market, really need money urgently, so they have to temporarily set up a stall in the antique street of Biyun Street to exchange for an urgent amount of money.

The things in their hands are really good, and the price is much lower than the market.

This is the unique charm of the antique street, the discerning master can find the real treasure from the mixed objects, and the unsighted people can't keep an antiquity to lose a thousand or even more, and there is nowhere to find someone to reason.

The bet is on the experience between coming and going.

Just like the elderly like to visit the morning and night markets, there are always some people who have a soft spot for this down-to-earth territory. He Manzhou was originally an old acquaintance here, she was a native of Z City, she lived in the old city when she was a child, and when she was a child, she went out with her father Lao He to "hunt for treasures".

It is said that it is a treasure hunt and a connoisseur, looking at the faces of all living beings in the world, the small antique stall contains the epitome of a certain era, He Manzhou listened to Lao He explain the history behind those antiques in a colorful voice, and then compare whose eyesight is better, and can find good things at the lowest price, these are the two unique hobbies of their father and daughter, from childhood to adulthood.

It's just that her father never came back, and she never came back.

Roughly speaking, He Manzhou hasn't been here for more than a year, and her father led her to see her last time. Thinking of the days when he and Lao He were playing antiques on Biyun Street together, and the father and daughter had days of talking and laughing, He Manzhou's heart couldn't help but feel sour. The cold moonlight reflected the snow, and her steps became heavier and heavier.

Now that he is revisiting the old place, Lao He is gone, and only the touching scene is left.

The antique street is quite lively tonight, and there are several customers gathered in a shop in front of it, and you can hear the discussion when you stand at the door.

"Uncle, it's your fate to meet me, and I really have trouble seeing you, so I won't talk to you about those useless things. If you're serious about selling this item, I can tell you about it and give it to you for free. ”

When He Manzhou heard the voice, he knew that this shopkeeper had met Allah, otherwise he would not have said free identification. She glanced up and saw a plaque hanging on the door of the antique shop - Ma Ji Antique.

It turned out to be Ma Yangkun's shop, it seems that this antique in the hands of Allah is still a rare good thing, otherwise it would be impossible to be so enthusiastic about Ma Yangkun's consistent style.

If Lao He is also there, I will rush to his rigorous style, and I must want to see it.

Thinking like this, He Manzhou couldn't help but walk over.

The shopkeeper Ma Yangkun was wrapped in a leather coat, with a flat Chinese face, and he looked like he was only in his early forties, and his eyebrows and eyes were quite upright, but his eyes were a little fierce, and he was not easy to mess with.

What he held in his hand was a blue and white figure vase about fifteen centimeters high, and then he raised his eyebrows, and began to identify the objects in his hands seemingly professionally and said: "This porcelain vase is light blue in color, and it is an object in the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty. However, the original product is valuable, but the fake may not be. ”

Standing opposite him was an old man in a black cotton jacket, who looked to be about sixty years old, and his hair was gray, and he looked at the other side with a sad look on his face.

Hearing the shopkeeper's words, the old man couldn't help but take two steps forward but stopped, and then hurriedly argued: "Impossible, this is handed down by my ancestors, and it is usually buried in the ground in the courtyard of my hometown, and I am reluctant to even look at it a few times, but it is a treasure." ”

"What is the conflict between your precious object and its fake?" Ma Yangkun leaned on the table of the Eight Immortals with Erlang's legs crossed, and pointed at the bottle casually, "If you want me to say, this is a fake, this is loose, the decoration is blurred, and the glaze is too thick. However, the shape is still chic, and the silhouette is seven or eight points similar, which can be regarded as a good imitation. How to say..... The collection value is not too much, and it is also possible to put a fresh picture at home, presumably there is no expert in your family, and it has been passed down for so many generations. ”

Seeing that the porcelain vase that he regarded as a treasure was said to be worthless, the old man's face changed directly, and the words in dialect quickly came out.

"This is the heirloom of our Li family, and it is kept alive and well in the most difficult times...... How can it be a fake?"

"Uncle Li, what am I trying to do with you, is it necessary?" Ma Yangkun raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, the horizontal flesh on his face showed a bit of fierceness, and said with a big grin, "I have been in Biyun Street for several years, who doesn't know my Ma Yangkun's name, who dares to say that I am not good? ”

Ma Yangkun really didn't say nonsense, but the meaning he expressed was completely different.

Ma Yangkun is a well-known snake on Biyun Street, the things in his store have always been sold with real and fake, and the price is inflated and shoddy are common things.

But it is said that Ma Yangkun has a lot of background behind him, as if he knows a few friends on the road, and there have been a few customers who have suffered losses to come to the door, but instead of seeking justice, they were threatened and intimidated, and in the end they all failed.

"I'm not Z City, where can I inquire?"

The old man surnamed Li didn't know the meaning of these words, and he didn't know that he was guilty, so he was targeted by the ground snake as soon as he arrived at Biyun Street, but he quickly took the porcelain bottle from Ma Yangkun's hand and carefully held it in his arms.

Seeing that the old man was a little hesitant, Ma Yangkun immediately pretended not to care, and then said: "What's the matter, are you afraid that I will bluff you? These objects in my store, the cloisonné eight-treasure pattern incense burner, and the cloisonné enamel flower and bird vase, are all good things in the Wanli period, especially this one-look, this snuff bottle." ”

Taking advantage of the fact that there were several customers gathered in the store to watch the excitement, Ma Yangkun simply got up and walked to the glass counter on the side, he clicked it casually, and then opened the cabinet door and took an object out of it.

In his hand was a small, beautiful snuffbox.

He Manzhou took a look at it, and it was still a snuff bottle with an inner painting. The object is only six or seven centimeters in size, with a layer of transparent glass as the carrier, the enamel glaze is painted on the glass tire for decoration, and the delicate brushstrokes of the baby play are vividly painted.

"You see, the inner painting snuff bottle of the Beijing School, this is a good treasure, it flowed out of the palace back then, and it took a lot of trouble to be accepted by me, not to mention that it has to be counted up to 100,000. I have a lot of good things in this store, and all of them are much more valuable than the ones in your hand, if it weren't for your old man's eagerness to use the money, I wouldn't have accepted this porcelain vase at all. ”