The June sun burned the street everywhere, but it was cool in an antique shop on the side of the street. At this time, the curtain of the door leading to the inner room was lifted, and a short-haired young man with a black travel bag came out of it.

Seeing him come out, the fat guy who looked at the store said to him: "Chengzi, Lao Sun called yesterday and said that he would bring a friend over for ten and a half days, you will go out this time, and you will be back in a few days?"

"A week or so. The young man Seiko said, putting the bag on his shoulder and about to walk out.

The fat guy sent him to the door, a middle-aged man wiped his sweat and came in with a bag, if it wasn't for the Makoko in front of him who heard the sound and hid quickly, the man would have collided with him.

This man is also fat, but his fat is two orders of magnitude more than the fat guy who watches the store. If the fat guy wears a size XXL, then he has to be XXXXL.

"Seiko, don't leave yet, I have something to ask you. Lao Sun was busy wiping his face with a men's handkerchief and said to the young man in the backpack.

The fat guy asked him strangely: "Old Sun, didn't you just call yesterday and say that you would bring a friend over in ten days and a half months......?"

"Yes, there is such a thing, but I have a new thing, and I want to find Seiko to palm the eye. "Generally, people with a level are not willing to give him a palm casually, but Chengzi's mother is close to him, and the relationship between the two families has always been good, so he sometimes asks Chengzi to come here.

Zuo Yucheng looked at the table below, there were still two hours before the departure time of the bus, and he wanted to go out first to buy some daily necessities, but since Lao Sun had already come, it was not good to ignore it. He beckoned him to go inside, and sat down on the couch in the back room.

Picking up an old jade product that Lao Sun carefully placed on the coffee table, the outside is round and the inside, Zuo Yucheng knew at a glance that it was a jade cong, he took it in his hand and touched the edge of the mouth, observing the criss-crossing stripes on the surface.

Lao Sun was a little unsure, and asked him: "Chengzi, I won't take medicine again this time, right?"

Zuo Yucheng didn't rush to answer, and asked him: "What does the seller say about the more money to start?"

"A thousand yuan, Chengzi, what do you think of this price? The seller said that this is jade, it is Gao Gu jade, I see that you don't have a Shang and Zhou era in your hand, it looks very similar to this, you look at this jade quality is almost the same." That kid said that the jade cong was used for sacrifice by the ancients......"

While the two were talking, a young girl with a wooden cane walked into the store. Hearing the sound of crutches hitting the ground, the fat guy lifted the beaded curtain and walked out. Lao Sun and Chengzi glanced through the crack in the door curtain and continued their previous conversation.

"At this price, it's okay, it's not a loss. You are also an ancient jade, but it is not from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, nor is it used for sacrifices. It was imitated by the people of the Song Dynasty and used as decoration in life. You see, there is no animal face pattern on the outside. Zuo Yucheng pointed to the corners of Yucong and said.

"No, Seiko, you see that this jade is too similar to yours, and it's quite oily. ”

"It's very similar, but it's imitated by the people of the Song Dynasty. In order to look more ancient, the imitation person made the oil, the purpose is to imitate the jade of the previous generation, so you look quite ancient. Anyway, it's also made of good topaz, which is a good thing, and I bought it well this time. ”

Lao Sun heard this and muttered: "The people of the Song Dynasty will also be old!"

"Of course it will, it is quite common for the Song Dynasty to use the oil extraction method to imitate ancient jade. Third uncle, you play this leisurely, so that the third aunt will not quarrel with you again. I'm almost there, I have to go. ”

"Chengzi, don't listen to your third aunt, how many times does she not talk about it in a month, listen to her scare people, who to scare? ”

The fat guy in the big white vest saw that Chengzi was leaving, so he said to him: "Chengzi, everything is ready? If the people over there are not suitable, I will ask Brother Qian about the address of the carpenter in Dongshan Town, and see if that guy is okay? I heard that his skills are very good." ”

Zuo Yucheng agreed, put on his backpack and passed by Ye Xiaochi, the girl on crutches just now. He went out and bought something at the small shop at the corner of the street, and then went to the nearby station to board the No. 11 tram, which ended at the West Station, which was exactly where he was going. Lao Sun didn't stay any longer, took his Song Dynasty jade cong, and walked out behind him, but the two went in different directions, and they went their separate ways after going out.

After Ye Xiaochi came in, she vaguely heard some of what they said, but she basically didn't understand it, and she didn't care too much. She first looked at the storefront, and saw some bronze mirrors in the corner of a shelf, some of which had a lot of patina, and walked over with a wooden cane.

The guy in the store was a little fat, and when he saw Ye Xiaochi coming in, he raised his eyes and looked at her, and he didn't say hello to her, he just paid attention to her movements and didn't say much.

He is not very old, but he has been in this business for a long time, and he has already practiced his eyesight, and the people who come to the store are connoisseurs, who are mallets who don't understand anything, or who don't understand what they think they understand, can generally be seen.

But what kind of road this girl on crutches is, he is a little confused for a while. Probably because Ye Xiaochi looked at the mirror more attentively, he came over, just like chatting with others, and told her casually: "These are from the Song Dynasty, there are Huzhou inscription mirrors, coiling dragon mirrors and flying mirrors......

The young man casually pointed to a few mirrors in front of Ye Xiaochi, but he didn't give her a roll of his eyes just because she was dressed plainly.

"Oh, what's over there?" Ye Xiaochi came here to ask for clarification, he came here, he couldn't run in vain, looking at his legs and feet now, it was not easy to go out of the door.

"There are those of the Tang Dynasty and those of the Warring States. ”

When he said this, Ye Xiaochi just listened. True or false, the water is deep here, of course, it is impossible to really believe what he said.

The antiques of the Song Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty or the Warring States period are not cabbage, which is so easy to obtain, there may be genuine products, but most of them are definitely imitations.

However, she didn't come to find out whether these mirrors were real or fake, just to understand something.

At this time, the young man was still telling her: "This is the Tang Dynasty's sea beast grape pattern bronze mirror, but if you really like mirrors, you might as well take a look at these Luodian mirrors and flat mirrors, all of which are flower and bird patterns, and the Luodian mirrors and flat mirrors look magnificent, and the collection and ornamental value are very high...... Well, there's a button behind this mirror, tie a favorite knot to this hole, you can hold it in your hand and play with it......"

Ye Xiaochi looked at the flower and bird mirror that the guy focused on, and thought: Oh, it turns out that this kind of mirror is called the inlaid Luodian flower and bird mirror!

The young man introduced so much to her, and he always told her in a casual tone like chatting, without quoting or asking her intentions, which would not give people a sense of oppression. Ye Xiaochi raised his head, pinned the broken hair that had fallen down behind his ears, and then said to him: "Thank you, I'll take a look at it again." ”

Then he walked away on crutches. When he looked up, a word popped into the young man's head: eyes are like deep pools.