Li Zhiyang quickly walked up to the old man who bought the box, the old man had gray hair, and he couldn't tell how old he was with the wind and frost on his face. At first glance, he just came to the city to practice stalls, because he didn't know how to say hello when he saw customers coming to the door, and promoted his products.

At this time, Li Zhiyang walked in front of his stall, the old man seemed to be a little excited, and the two hands kept rubbing each other, and they didn't know what to say. Of course, Li Zhiyang saw the old man's nervousness, so he smiled at the old man and said.

"Old man, how do you sell this box?"

At the feet of this old man, there are more than a dozen wicker boxes, which are made by hand. Li Zhiyang has a good impression of these boxes, because these wicker boxes are tightly knitted one by one, and there are some exquisite patterns on them.

"These are just a few ... Fifty-one. The old man still seemed a little embarrassed, and when he came, the people in the village told him that the people of the capital were rich, and if anyone bought his willow weaving, they would ask for more. But he didn't know how much he should need, fifty-one should be high, right?" he thought.

"Is that all there is to you?"

Li Zhiyang took a look, and then listened to the old man's quotation and felt that it was not expensive, you must know that now you can buy three or five hundred for any box in the mall, and the quality is not good. But Li Zhiyang felt that the new boxes in front of him were a little small, each one was forty centimeters long, thirty centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high, not very big. He has a lot of clothes, and he definitely can't fit in a box, and he doesn't want to throw away a lot of books he brought back from college. There are also a bunch of miscellaneous items, he wants to get a big box, this will see the old man buy a box here, he has two ideas: first, he really likes this old man's wicker box, and second, he sees that this old man is also quite pitiful, and it is inevitable that he wants to buy him a box to help the old man.

But the wicker boxes that the old man put outside are too small, and it is okay to decorate books and sundries, and if you add clothes, you have to buy several boxes and boxes. It's a lot of money, but it's a bit of a waste to buy so many boxes and move once. If only there was a bigger one.

"Is there a bigger one?" Li Zhiyang asked again when he saw that the old man was silent.

"I didn't want to do it, I didn't know that people in the city liked big ones, so I didn't do it. The old man saw that the first business was going to be ruined, his eyes were depressed, and he set up a stall for two days, and he didn't even sell a box, and he really didn't know if he was wrong or right this time.

Li Zhiyang looked at the old man's depressed expression and was a little unbearable, and then he suddenly saw the old man behind the stall, and when the chair sat in a large rattan box, Li Zhiyang's eyes lit up. He was familiar with such a rattan box, because his family also had one before, and it was the only dowry his grandfather gave ****** when his father and mother got married. This large rattan box, one meter long, forty centimeters wide, twenty to thirty centimeters high, has iron in the dead corners, and in front is an old-fashioned lock, exactly like the large rattan box in his house. The box in his house was his treasure bag when he was a child, and his childhood toys and snacks were all placed in it, and he was very fond of that box, and later his brother broke it on the way to move, not to mention how distressed he was at that time. Later, the box was thrown away by his father, and he was distressed for a long time.

At this time, he saw an identical rattan box, which immediately reminded Li Zhiyang of his childhood past, and also immediately aroused his desire to buy.

"Eh, old man, can you buy that box?" asked Li Zhiyang, pointing to the large rattan box.

"Well, I loaded my own things, do you want to buy them?" the old man was a little puzzled, why didn't he buy the new one, but the old one?

"Well, I like that box a lot, and I want to buy a big box, so I think it's just right, do you think you can sell it?" asked Li Zhiyang.

"Sell, sell. The old man was happy, although he didn't buy his new box, but it opened for the first time in two days, and he sold a broken box, and he sold it. The old man hurriedly took out a woven bag, opened the box, and began to clean it up. At first glance, the old man was a neat man, and the contents were well arranged, a few shabby and washed white tunics, and a few really good shirts with a hairy collar, and a few khaki pants with patches, and even half a bag of rice on the edge. Li Zhiyang looked sad, and after a while, the old man sorted out the box, buckled the box and brought it to Li Zhiyang.

"How much?" asked Li Zhiyang.

The old man's honest face was suffocated for a long time, and he was so red that he obviously didn't know how to sell this broken box. In the end, he said in a consultative tone: "This box is very old, and it was also given to me by an old Mr. Chen who went to the countryside to live in my house when **, it has been in my house for decades, and it is not worth a few dollars, if you want it, can you give it to twenty lines?"

"Okay, pick me a new box, I'll buy two in total. Looking at the honest old man in front of him, Li Zhiyang thought to himself that if he could contribute more strength, he would have more points! It is not easy to make a living on the street at such an old age.

In the end, Li Zhiyang bought and picked a new small box, gave the old man 200 yuan, turned around and left. The old man hurriedly said, "Sir, you give too much, you give too much." ”

Li Zhiyang didn't look back and kept walking towards the parking lot. As he walked, Li Zhiyang felt that something was wrong, he only felt that the large old rattan box was particularly heavy compared to another small box, although the large one should be heavier than the small one, and a rattan box should not be heavy? But this old box is a little different, although it is not so heavy that people can't hold it, but this box is indeed a little heavy.

Li Zhiyang didn't think much about it, he just thought that maybe this box was an old box, and there might be an anti-collision iron piece or something in it, right? After a while, he arrived at the place where he parked, threw the two boxes into the car, and drove to the rented house.

After a while, he got home, took out the two boxes and saved the elevator. Fortunately, there is an elevator in the community where he lives, otherwise it would be quite difficult for him to take these two boxes like this. As soon as I entered the door, I found that Liu Mei and Xiao Hu were eating in the living room, it turned out that as long as one of them got off work normally, they would go home to cook and eat together, but he had been busy buying a house and a car these days, so he didn't eat with Liu Mei and the others. I didn't expect to come back today, and the two of them were eating together.

"Yo! Where did these two days go to you? Shenlong can't see the end of the head, what are you busy with?" Xiao Hu asked out loud after swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Hehe, it's busy! Li Zhiyang played haha with him.

"What are you doing with the two boxes, are you going to move?" Liu Mei was very observant, she had long felt that Li Zhiyang was a little wrong in the past two days, and she hadn't seen Ma Ting in the past few days, she felt that there might be something wrong between these two people.

"Yes, I'll stay until the end of this month, and when the house is found, I'll move something first. Li Zhiyang didn't plan to hide it from the two of them, after all, moving is not a big deal, and the relationship between them has always been good, and they are still friends if they move.

"Why do you want to move where you live well?" asked Xiaohu.

"Where's Ma Ting, haven't looked at her for a few days?" Liu Mei asked straight to the point without waiting for Li Zhiyang to answer, Xiao Hu.

"We both broke up, and I was alone in this house which was a bit big, hehe. Li Zhiyang replied very calmly, not to mention that he was not uncomfortable at all.

Liu Mei and Xiao Hu had expressions that I understood, so they didn't ask more, and went back to eat. Li Zhiyang greeted them and went back to the room to pack his things.

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