Ying Xiaochuan smiled.

That's what he's waiting for.

"Do you know why this sparrow of mine is so big, because it is older than all of you. ”

One word shocked the audience.

The old man of Silver Frost said, "Do you know what is the longest lifespan of a sparrow?"

Ying Xiaochuan did not speak.

He continued: "No more than twelve years. Indeed, you say that this sparrow is older than all of us here. The old man smiled slightly: "Do you know, how old am I this year?"

"Are you Guigeng?"

"Just past the ear. ”

Ying Xiaochuan said respectfully: "You look in good spirits, not like a person in your sixties. ”

"But this little sparrow of yours seems to be in better spirits than I am. ”

"Don't believe it, this sparrow, it's older than all of us. "Older than all of us combined.

"How do you prove it?"

Ying Xiaochuan touched the head of the whiteboard and said, "Whiteboard, sing a little song to a few teachers." ”

Whiteboard: "......"

"Can sparrows sing?" the expert on the right was shocked.

"Yes, you can still sing the white-haired girl. Ying Xiaochuan silently pit the whiteboard and said with a smile: "Come, open your voice." ”

This is what the boss forced me to do.

The whiteboard shook its feathers, craned its neck, and opened its mouth in a standard pose, and everyone looked at it incredulously.

"The north wind blows, the snowflakes are floating, the snowflakes are coming, my father went out to hide in the tent, the whole seven days, the thirty nights have not been returned, the aunt gave the jade Jiaozi noodles, I look forward to my father going home for the New Year......"

As soon as the whiteboard opened, with its superb singing skills and perfect singing, it quickly conquered all the audience.

The expert on the right covered his ears and said in pain, "Okay, okay, don't let it sing, I'm almost deaf." ”

"Stop singing, the tune is running out of bounds. ”

"I remember to hear the words clearly, and every word is correct. ”

Ying Xiaochuan raised his hand and motioned to the whiteboard, "Shut up." ”

The whiteboard immediately put away its singing voice, and received Ying Xiaochuan's disgusted eyes, it looked at it with some grievances, as if to say: "Boss, this is what you forced me to sing, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Ying Xiaochuan ignored it and continued to pit the whiteboard: "A few teachers, this sparrow of mine can not only sing, but also tell stories." ”

Whiteboard: "......"

The expressions of the two experts on the left and right were a little indescribable, but the old man in the middle of the silver frost said with an interested face: "Yes, you let it say something." ”

Whiteboard: "......"

Ying Xiaochuan touched the head of the whiteboard and said gently, "Say it." ”

The whiteboard cleared his throat, trying to remember the storytelling he had seen on TV some time ago, and then opened his voice.

"The last book said, Guo and Gu visited the ghost market, Ding Mao went to the police station to investigate the missing person, two clues pointed to one place, Xue Yuanyuan, Miss Xue Yuanyuan, had just given birth, and recently both mother and son died, Guo Deyou deceived Ding Mao, and went to investigate on the grounds of condolence, Xue Qingyang, the grandfather of Xue Mansion, thought that the adulterer came to the door and took Ding Mao, Guo and Gu arrived in time, Xue Qingyang told the previous story, Xue Yuanyuan had an affair with someone, Xue Qingyang put him under house arrest, but Miss Xue absconded with her son and fell into the river and drowned......"

The whiteboard sounded, and the audience was silent.

Seconds later, there was thunderous applause.

Expert Zuo's expression was like a crack in solidified ice, and he said in disbelief: "I just heard a sparrow say a book?"

The results speak for themselves.

After all.

No one has ever seen a singing sparrow......

I can't find a sparrow who can comment on storytelling, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign......

So as a result, Ying Xiaochuan got the ticket to the direct auction very smoothly.

……

Ying Xiaochuan walked out of the room with the ticket satisfied, and happened to pass by the dwarf winter melon who was about to enter the door at the door, the dwarf winter melon stopped and asked excitedly: "Brother, have you passed?"

"I guess it's over. Ying Xiaochuan replied with a smile.

"That's great. Dwarf Winter Melon gave a thumbs up, "We'll meet again at the auction." ”

This dwarf winter melon...... I'm quite confident in his pile of black seeds.

Ying Xiaochuan smiled, "Okay, goodbye." ”

Walking out of the antique appraisal center, Ying Xiaochuan asked Hongzhong to take the whiteboard back halfway up the mountain first, and he returned to the school to prepare for the auction in a few days.

……

Two days later, on Monday.

The auction is scheduled for half past two in the afternoon, but everyone must be there by two o'clock.

On Monday afternoon, Ying Xiaochuan had two classes, and according to the normal end time, he only had time after half past three.

But the auction is only open for half an hour, after which the entrance is blocked.

In order not to miss it, Ying Xiaochuan stayed up unscrupulously all night without class for a day, and slept like a dead pig in the afternoon, so Ma Liang woke up.

At the cost of a week's breakfast, let Ma Liang take two classes on his behalf.

After settling down, Ying Xiaochuan left the school, and he agreed with Hongzhong to meet at the gate of Jincheng University.

As soon as he walked out, he saw Hongzhong carrying a birdcage, intently looking at the students who came and went.

"In the red. Ying Xiaochuan walked over.

The red ear was spiritual, and he heard it immediately, and turned around and grinned at Ying Xiaochuan, "Boss, I'm here." ”

"Well, let's go. ”

"Wait, boss. Hongzhong grabbed Ying Xiaochuan, pointed to the mobile phone in each student's hand, and asked enviously: "Are all the mirrors they are holding in their hands? ”

Ying Xiaochuan had used the Sky Mirror in front of the Four Demons, and when Hongzhong asked, Ying Xiaochuan casually told him that this was the Sky Mirror.

The appearance of the peep mirror looks no different from an ordinary mobile phone, and Hongzhong will think that the mobile phone is a peep mirror.

"The one they have in their hands is not called a speculum. ”

"What's that called?"

"Cell phone. ”

"What's the difference between a mobile phone and a speculator?"

"Then it's a big difference. Ying Xiaochuan said while hooking Hongzhong's shoulder and walking in the direction of the bus stop: "For example, if you like this mobile phone, the boss can buy you one when you settle the monthly account, but you can't look at the mirror, this mirror is the only one in the world." ”

"I like the pear that has been bitten, and I think the pear is the best. ”

Ying Xiaochuan raised his eyebrows, "I will pick it, and I will pick the most expensive one." But Hongzhong, you are a Chinese demon, we have to support domestic ones in the future, I'll buy you that Huali's, Huali's is good, the same high-end atmosphere is high-grade, and the appearance is not lost to pears, how about it?"

Hongzhong was really easily satisfied, and he smiled and said, "Okay, boss, you can buy whatever you say." ”