Inside the bedroom.

Han Dong was looking at his phone while playing softly with his sister Xiaoqian, while his mother Chen Shu was taking a nap in the other bedroom.

Quietly.

Except for the faint sound of vehicle horns outside the community, there is basically no noise, especially Han Dong's family lives on the fourth floor, which is acceptable, which adds a touch of quiet atmosphere.

Suddenly, the phone kept vibrating.

If it weren't for the worry of affecting his mother's sleep, he adjusted it to vibration mode in advance, I am afraid that the bell would have already sounded in the bedroom, Han Dong picked up the phone: "Hey?"

A deep and respectful voice came from the phone: "Hello, is it Mr. Han Dong?"

Han Dong said: "Yes." ”

The voice continued to come out: "Hello Mr. Han, my name is Wen Zheng. On the order of Mr. Ning, I am responsible for taking you to see the antiques and cultural relics in Suhe City during this time, including but not limited to antique markets, museums, and collections.

Han Dong glanced at Xiao Qian, who was lying on the bed: "Wait for two more hours, you come back." ”

"Okay. Wen Zheng replied: "Tell me in advance, Mr., this afternoon I have arranged a collection for you, which belongs to the private collection of a wealthy man." ”

"Yes. ”

Han Dong answered two sentences, and then hung up the phone.

It wasn't until he confirmed with Shizun Ning Moli on WeChat that he put down his mobile phone, packed his backpack, and prepared to visit the collection museum.

If you are pretending to be someone who is interested in antiques, you should be well prepared.

For example, bring two notebooks in your school bag and ...... To be precise, it's the leisure time to harvest the gray air currents, and you can take some notes and pretend to be some.

"Brother?"

Xiao Qian knelt on the big bed, tilted her little head, and watched curiously as Han Dong packed up her things.

Those slippery eyes, like black pearls, shiny, especially under the care of her mother Chen Shu, Han Qian's eyelashes are long and curved, very cute.

Crash.

Han Dong carried his schoolbag and rested it at the door of the bedroom, then jumped lightly, lay on the bed, and chatted with Xiaoqian about some inexplicable topics.

"Brother, why are you jumping so high. ”

"What is WeChat, can it be eaten, it is delicious. ”

Gradually, Xiao Qian turned from whispering to sleepiness and fell on the bed.

Buzzing.

Air-conditioned bellows outside the walls, humming.

The stuffy and hot outside world, the temperature of the bedroom, which could not be affected in the slightest, was cold, and it was even more warm and quiet, even Han Dong, who wanted to continue to practice the full version of the anode pile, couldn't help but stop the idea of practicing martial arts.

"Cluck, cluck. ”

Xiao Qian muttered a few words from time to time, still not forgetting the food when she was asleep, and her two white and tender little hands hugged her brother's arm tightly.

"Snack goods. ”

Han Dong has peace in his heart.

For the disaster five years later in my memory, the fear hidden in my heart gradually dissipated, replaced by firmness and fierceness.

After the end of the college entrance examination, Han Dong's mental concept has undergone a rapid transformation, and he is no longer a stable mind when he first enters the society to participate in work, but a firm self, guarding his beliefs, and becoming more aware of his own positioning and path.

......

Two hours later.

After Xiaoqian woke up and her mother Chen Shu also woke up, Han Dong carried his schoolbag and stood at the gate of the community waiting for the man named Wen Zheng.

After a while.

A pitch-black Volkswagen sedan came from the end of the road and stopped at the door, the license plate was actually white, revealing a distinctive logo.

Click.

A middle-aged man, with a beard, combed his back hair, and dark brown glasses: "May I ask Mr. Han Dong, I'm Wen Zheng." ”

"I'm Han Dong. ”

Han Dong stepped forward, shook hands with Wen Zheng, and sat in the car.

With the curious eyes of some residents at the entrance of the community, the car started, drove away quickly, and disappeared at the end of the street.

......

Inside the car.

Wen Zheng's eyes flashed with curiosity, but he didn't squint and concentrated on driving the vehicle.

As the secretary of the government leaders, he vaguely understands the meaning of Mr. Ning.

The only thing that puzzled him was what kind of identity Han Dong was? He actually asked Mr. Ning to give the order himself.

After a while.

Wen Zheng said in a low voice: "Sir, we are about to go to Gao Liangan's private residence. Gao Liangan is a real estate developer in Suhe City, who usually likes to collect antiques and has a large collection. ”

Han Dong was surprised: "Gao Liangan?"

He naturally knew that the last time his uncle invited him to dinner and congratulated him on being admitted to the school, he happened to meet Gao Liangan, who wanted to get to know him. Since then, Han Dong and Gao Liangan have added WeChat, occasionally contacting each other, but they have not met again.

He knew Gao Liangan's identity.

But with Ning Moli's ears and eyes, coupled with the change of mentality, Han Dong didn't care too much about money and power.

......

In a single-family villa on the banks of the Yuntong River.

The villa presents a three-storey duplex structure, which is different from the luxurious decorations in the TV series, and its interior decoration is simple, more modern, and the colors are more than warm colors, and the gold and silver colors are basically not visible.

The decoration style is more elegant.

The collection room is located on the second floor.

There are calligraphy and paintings of famous people, calligraphy by masters, ancient porcelain, wooden ornaments, and some ornaments unique to ancient times.

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong walked around the collection room, looking around, his eyes revealing a strange look, and sometimes took out a notebook to record some information.

This is not a disguised matter, but a serious attitude.

Because Han Dong gradually wondered in his heart, what is the gray air current, what are the conditions for its existence, and what is it really related to antique cultural relics?

This confusion has long been born in his heart, but Han Dong can't verify it.

"Alas. ”

Han Dong sighed lightly, as if he was emotional, but his heart was full of heart: "There are nineteen traces of gray airflow, and I can clearly feel the rise of strength and qi and blood in my body, as if the tide rises and falls. ”

With the current physical fitness, you can integrate up to 40 gray air currents, and then you have to adapt to the new physical fitness.

These gray air currents are far from reaching the limit of swelling the body.

Ponder for a moment.

Han Dong looked around, looked around, pointed to a set of ancient porcelain, and looked at Gao Liang'an standing by the door: "Gao Dong, this set of porcelain is from the dynasty two hundred years ago?"

"Of course. ”

Gao Liangan replied.

He glanced at Wen Zheng and walked towards Han Dong: "I don't know the detailed source of this porcelain, but it is a seller introduced to me by a friend." But the material of the porcelain must have come from 200 years ago, and I had a team of professionals to do the analysis. ”

Han Dong's mind turned for a moment, and he suddenly realized: "Oh, I see. ”

Apparently.

This set of porcelain has no historical background, but it is an object buried in the ground, but the tomb robbers dug it up and sold it to Gao Liangan.

"It shouldn't be. ”

Han Dong frowned slightly, and secretly pondered: "Since the year is two hundred years old...... Why isn't there a gray air flow in it?"

This confusion is buried deep in my heart.

Han Dong didn't think about it anymore, and turned his head to look at Gao Liangan: "Gao Dong, these objects are very interesting, thank you so much today." ”

Gao Liangan hurriedly smiled: "Haha, it's just a trivial matter, Mr. is welcome to come again at any time." If I had known that Mr. liked these things, I would have invited him to come and see them. ”

Boom.

The heavy wooden door of the collection room was closed.

Han Dong and Gao Liangan chatted quite familiarly, Wen Zheng followed behind, they just walked to the door of the villa, but there was a woman's complaint outside the door: "Our dad is really, he has to go home, and he said that there is an emergency, and he must be busy dealing with those friends in the officialdom." ”

Seems to be on the phone.

Click.

The main entrance of the villa opened, and an oval-faced woman wearing heavy makeup and studs, with a slightly uneven posture, was chatting with a phone.

When she looked up and saw her father Gao Liangan, she was startled and hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Go aside. ”

Gao Liangan took a step forward, pushed his daughter away, and said with his left arm: "Mr. Han, Brother Wen, I'm really sorry, my daughter is still young, please bear with me if I have any offensive words." ”

Wen Zheng didn't say anything, but glanced at Han Dong.

You must know that although he is the secretary of the government leader, he is currently accompanying Han Dong, so he is naturally dominated by Han Dong.

Before it is clear about the relationship between Han Dong and Mr. Ning, the more cautious the better.

Han Dong waved his hand and said with a light smile: "Gao Dong is serious, we have a good relationship, don't be so polite." Thank you Gao Dong today, let's go first. ”

Anyway.

He strode out of the villa, Wen Zheng followed closely behind, rejecting Gao Liangan's idea of going out to see him off, and turned his head to glance at the woman with heavy makeup standing by the door with her head down.

Whew.

The hot breeze blows on the detached house at night.

When Han Dong and Wen Zheng disappeared from view, Gao Liangan breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and glared at his second daughter: "You have no heart to speak, you can have a snack in the future." These two, your dad and I can't afford to mess with them. ”

The woman with heavy makeup was shocked: "That Wen Zheng, I know it." But who is the other one?"

Gao Liangan sighed: "Who do you care who he is? Don't you see Wen Zheng accompanying him? ”

Hear this.

The woman with heavy makeup was frightened, and hurriedly responded: "Well, I know." ”