"How did you learn to look at old objects at such a young age?" Zhong Yuemin said with some curiosity.

Little Hand scratched his head, "I don't know, I feel when I pick up these things, I know how old they are." Later, Uncle Shi asked me to read and taught me to give these old objects a generation. ”

Zhong Yuemin was very shocked, no matter how he sounded like he had encountered a special function, he couldn't help but carefully look his little hand up and down.

"Brother Zhong, what are you doing?" the little hand was looked a little nervous.

"I'll just see, what are you different from us?" Zhong Yuemin said.

Xiaoshou said embarrassedly: "It's no different, I got something, I feel it in my heart, not on my body!"

"Okay, I won't study you, don't tell anyone else about this, otherwise you will be sent to the laboratory for dissection sooner or later!" Zhong Yuemin advised.

"Uncle Shi also told me, I only told you alone, never told anyone else. "Kokuto.

Zhong Yuemin nodded, "I always call you Xiaoshou, what's your big name?"

"My surname is Huang, but I don't know what my name is, and people around me have called me Xiaoshou since I was a child. ”

"What about your parents?" asked Zhong Yuemin.

Xiaoshou shook his head: "I am an orphan, I grew up in an orphanage before, but then the orphanage had no food, I was too hungry, so I ran out, and then I was arrested for stealing food." ”

Zhong Yuemin sighed, there are too many such things in difficult years, and parents can't support themselves, so they can only send their children to the door of the orphanage, hoping that the child can stutter, but I didn't expect that the orphanage also has a shortage of food.

"Sit down. Zhong Yuemin led his little hand into the door and poured him a glass of water.

The little hand sat down next to the edge of the sofa, but I didn't expect the sofa to be soft, and the strength was used, resulting in a sense of weightlessness, and the hands and feet were scratched as if they were about to fall.

Zhong Yuemin didn't care about him and let him sink into the sofa.

"Why is it so soft?" The little hand realized that he had not fallen, so he relaxed, but became interested in the sofa, sitting on the sofa and not swaying up and down, feeling the elasticity of the sofa.

The smile on his face at this moment was in line with his actual age, and it was extremely incongruous with his face as soon as possible, but Zhong Yuemin still saw his childish side.

Seeing Zhong Yuemin looking at himself with a smile, his little hands were a little embarrassed, so he stopped playing with the sofa.

"Will it break this chair?"

"No, it won't. Zhong Yuemin said: "This is called a sofa, which is originally for people to sit on, and it is not bad to sit." ”

The little hand touched the sofa carefully, "It turns out that this is the sofa, I have heard that it is only in the homes of rich people, no wonder rich people like sofas, it is so comfortable!"

"My family is not rich, they are all divided by units. Zhong Yuemin looked at his obsessive appearance and said with a smile: "If you like it, I'll give you one and move you in a while." ”

"Huh, really send me?" the little hand was a little surprised.

Zhong Yuemin nodded, "I'll really send you, when I send you back in a while, I'll move over the sofa together." ”

"It's so good!" Xiao Shou was first excited, and then a little deflated, "Master Zhong, I can't accept it." ”

"Are you afraid that your uncle will not agree to your hand?"

Xiaoshou nodded, "Uncle Shi will definitely not agree to me taking your things! ”

"Don't worry, I'll go back and tell your uncle, he will definitely agree!" Zhong Yuemin said, "so that you can sit on the sofa every day." ”

"Really?" the little hand was skeptical.

Zhong Yuemin solemnly promised: "I will definitely let your master agree." ”

"Master Zhong, you said it personally, my uncle will definitely be able to agree, he respects you the most!" Xiao Shou said happily.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and asked, "What about you, little hand?"

"I respect you too!" Xiao Shou said as a matter of course: "Listen to Uncle Shi, if you hadn't made a move back then, Master Zhou would definitely be gone, and Master Zhou is Uncle Shi's benefactor, so he respects you." I also think you're a good person. ”

Zhong Yuemin is really strange, he looks so much like a good person? Why is he always issued a good person card by this half-sized child?

"Little hands, can I trust you?"

The little hand was inexplicably a little nervous: "Master Zhong, is there something wrong? Uncle Shi won't let me do bad things!"

"Don't be nervous, it's not about killing people and setting fires. Zhong Yuemin said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good!" the little hand patted his chest, "My uncle always says that as long as someone wants to trust you, nine times out of ten it is not a good thing." ”

Zhong Yuemin couldn't laugh or cry, he was so guarded.

"I have something I want you to see, can you help me keep it a secret?" Zhong Yuemin said seriously.

"Uncle Shi can't say it?" asked Xiaoshou.

"Neither can it. ”

"Okay, then I'll not say anything. Little Hand assured.

"Follow me. Zhong Yuemin led his little hand to the study and turned on the light.

"Why are there so many porcelain!" Xiao Shou sighed as he looked at the porcelain full of porcelain in the study, and looked at Zhong Yuemin with some hesitation, "Can I take a closer look?"

"Of course, that's for you to see. Go in and take a closer look. Zhong Yuemin nodded.

The books on the original bookshelves in the study were stacked aside, all of them were put on porcelain and pottery, and they were full, and there were many that could not be put down, Zhong Yuemin simply did not open the box, and put them all on the ground.

Zheng Tong, this kid, didn't go home when he was idle in northern Shaanxi, just to collect these treasures, although Zhong Yuemin brought BJ back for safety, but he still didn't feel at ease.

Every time I write a letter, most of the content is to tell Zhong Yuemin how to keep these treasures. But Zhong Yuemin was too busy to serve these delicate babies after returning to BJ, and he really didn't have time to serve these delicate babies.

Since he met Xiaoshou, Zhong Yuemin has had the idea of letting him take care of these pots and pots.

But he didn't act immediately at that time, he just waited for several days, verified and inquired in many ways, and affirmed the character of Hou San'er and Xiaoshou before he brought Xiaoshou over.

I didn't expect the little hands to be so unusual, and they seem to have special functions.

The little hand entered the study and his eyes never left these things, observing and looking at them one by one, Zhong Yuemin saw a different look from him, completely different from the way he played with the sofa just now.

Zhong Yuemin didn't bother him, found a stool, sat quietly, and watched his little hands fiddling with these old objects.

The little hand first looked at it, and then began to move the position of these things, Zhong Yuemin couldn't figure out why he did it, but he seemed to know very well which thing should be placed where.

"Master Zhong, what's in this box?" asked the little hand when he suddenly stopped and pointed to a box in the corner.

"Maybe it's porcelain, right?" Zhong Yuemin remembered, so many things didn't have a mark.

Xiao Hand hurriedly said: "I know it's porcelain, I'm asking what else is contained?"

"Millet. Zhong Yuemin thought for a while, "We used millet to fill the box to prevent things from being broken. ”

"Why is it damp?" said the little hand strangely.

"No, the millet we installed at the time was all dry!"

"No, I feel that the porcelain inside is very uncomfortable, and I complain that I am wet. Xiao Shou shook his head, "Master Zhong, can you open this box?"

Zhong Yuemin listened to the words of his little hand, and the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, is there such a god that he can hear the porcelain talking?

"Master Zhong, Master Zhong?" Seeing that Zhong Yuemin was in a daze, the little hand called out twice.

"Hey?" Zhong Yuemin came back to his senses, "Oh····· You can open it, I have a claw hammer here, and I can pick up nails. ”

The little hand took the hammer from Zhong Yuemin's hand, opened the box in three or two, opened the millet inside, and sure enough, there was water in the box, and a lot of millet was moldy.

Buried in the millet is a high-necked bottle, Zhong Yuemin can't tell what bottle it is, but looking at the cautious appearance of the little hand, he knows that it must be a treasure.

The little hand carefully placed the bottle on the table, and the bottle was stained with millet.

He looked around, "Is there a clean cloth?"

Zhong Yuemin also looked around, "Is the rag okay?"

The little hand glanced at him, "No, it must be a clean cloth!"

"You wait!" Zhong Yuemin simply went out to find it.

When Zhong Yuemin came back, his little hand had already gently removed the millet stuck to the bottle with his hand, as if he was treating a beautiful woman gently.

"Little hands, your hands are really slender. Zhong Yuemin looked at the slender fingers of his little hand and couldn't help but praise.

Xiao Shou's face turned red, and he immediately put it away and put it behind him.

"It's not a big girl, why are you shy?" Zhong Yuemin smiled, "Here, this is my face towel, it's always clean, right?"

Little Hand nodded, "That's fine." ”

I saw him take the towel, bite it with his teeth, and pull it with his hand, Zhong Yuemin's complete towel turned into two pieces.

Zhong Yuemin didn't want to stop it, so he turned around and washed his face and wiped it twice with his hands.

The little hand carefully pressed a towel on the bottle, absorbing the moisture on it, as if it would wipe out the pattern on the bottle if he was not careful.

It took half an hour for his little hands to finish processing the bottle, and then inside the bottle, he rolled another towel into a bunch, reached into the bottle, and wrapped it little by little.

"You can't just wipe it off, when will you go like this?" Zhong Yuemin really admired the patience of the little hands.

"How's that going to work!" the little hand retorted, "You're wet." Someone else uses a towel to wipe you, can you be comfortable?"

"Yes, I'll wipe it like this after I take a shower. Zhong Yuemin nodded.

Xiaoshou glanced at Zhong Yuemin with disdain, then ignored him and concentrated on wiping the bottle.

Zhong Yuemin had no choice but not to speak and continued to accompany him, but before his little hand wiped the inside of the bottle clean, he started Hache and glanced at his watch, it was already past twelve o'clock.

He really couldn't stand it anymore, so he decided to go back to sleep, leaving his little hands alone to toss around.

When Zhong Yuemin woke up, it was already five o'clock the next morning.

When Zhong Yuemin went to the toilet to pee with his slippers and a cotton jacket, he found that the light in the study was still on.

The things on the bookshelves were neatly arranged, and Zhong Yuemin felt a kind of rhythmic beauty.

The contents of the boxes were also taken out, and the boxes were put together to form a simple bookshelf, which was also full of objects.

The little hand was drawing something on the desk, so attentive that he didn't even know that Zhong Yuemin was standing behind him.

"Ahem······" Zhong Yuemin pretended to cough.

The little hand hurriedly protected his notebook in fright, and looked at Zhong Yuemin at a loss.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Yuemin asked casually as if he hadn't seen it.

"No, nothing!" said the little hand, closing the notebook and secretly hiding it in his pocket.

Zhong Yuemin nodded noncommittally and pointed to the shelf, "You worked all night? Tell me, why do you place these things like this?"

Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief, "It's done in the middle of the night, and I put it according to their age." ”

Zhong Yuemin said with a strange expression: "Don't tell me that these objects tell you their age." ”

"That's right. The little hand nodded genuinely, "That's what they told me, they are much more comfortable to be put like this, the inside of the box is too stuffy." And I also put a basin of water in the house, which was a little too dry before. ”

Zhong Yuemin really saw a basin of water on the ground, using his own basin, yes, this time he washed his face under the faucet, and the basin was not needed.

Frustrated, Zhong Yuemin turned his attention elsewhere, picking up a terracotta figurine at the top of the bookcase, which he remembered Zheng Tong had exchanged for half a steamed bun from a child.

This thing looks like a little earth pig pinched by a child in the mud, and when Zhong Yuemin laughed at Zheng Tong and asked a child for a toy.

Zheng Tong said that this thing was obviously fired, and it was definitely not something that children could pinch casually, but he couldn't tell the background of the origin of this thing.

"This thing is the oldest?" Zhong Yuemin asked Xiao Shoudao.

Well, it's been more than 6,000 years, and he can't remember how old he is. Little Hand replied.

Zhong Yuemin smacked his tongue, "Then what else did he tell you?"

"He was first pinched out by a man, roasted in a fire for a whole day, and then given to a child, and then many years later, the toy was given to that child's child, and then, for some unknown reason, it was buried in the ground, and it was dug up by a man two years ago, and it was given to his child, and then it came here. ”

In just a few words, Zhong Yuemin's thinking has traveled through thousands of years, he seems to see a primitive child happily received the little pig terracotta figurines given to him by his father, and has been treasured to collect, and then one day he has a child, this little pig terracotta figurines were given to his own children by him, so generation after generation, it may be that the child is tired of this old toy, or it may be that the tribe has a war, this little pig terracotta figurines were abandoned, until thousands of years later, it was dug up by a farmer in northern Shaanxi.

Zhong Yuemin looked at this little pig clay figurine, and he really felt that it had a soul, so he carefully put it back on the shelf, not daring to play with it casually.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhong, he is very kind and won't be angry. Little Hand couldn't help but laugh.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't hold it on his face, but looking at the objects on the shelf, he felt that each one had a sense of history, and he didn't want to ask again.

"Little hand, I trusted you very much, not only did I want you to help me take care of these old things, but I also wanted to give you another more important job, but I don't think you are worthy of my trust. Zhong Yuemin paused, "It seems that this job can only be handed over to others, I will send you back at dawn in a while, and I will let others take care of these things." ”

Zhong Yuemin walked out expressionlessly as he spoke, no longer taking care of his little hands.

Xiaoshou was anxious, "Don't, Master Zhong, why don't you trust me?"