September 13, Wuhu City, light rain.

This Tianlan got up very early, freshened up and changed into a kne-length navy blue cheongsam, pulled his hair up, and inserted a filigree hairpin with flowers and beads. Jun Yihuang sat in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom and watched Lan drunk dressed up rarely, and the room was filled with the smell of fat powder.

"It's rare to see you put so much effort into it."

Jun Yihuang's tone was cold, Lan Zui had long been used to it, so he rubbed his lip gloss and pursed his lips slightly, and he was done. Only then did he hold the doll up: "Is it good-looking?" ”

Lan Zui got close to the doll, and his breath brushed Jun Yihuang's head. Jun Yihuang watched the moist red lips open and close in front of him, and the past blurred into his heart, both nostalgic and uncomfortable, and the two paper arms grabbed Lan Zui's thumb and broke it back.

Lan Zui didn't expect it, his fingers hurt his heart, and he hurriedly shook his hand and threw the doll back on the dressing mirror, and said angrily: "Early in the morning, what are you doing?!" ”

Jun Yihuang stood on the dressing mirror and didn't answer, in fact, she lost one soul and two souls, and her memory was intermittent, and sometimes she remembered the general outline of a vague shadow. Lan Zui also asked about Su Lingyu more than once or twice, one was that Jun Yihuang did not have an incomplete memory, and second, she didn't want to mention that past. Later, after getting drunk with Lan for a long time, I knew that although the person in front of me was related to that person, it was not her.

Rain ...... After all, the people of a thousand years ago have long since disappeared in time.

It's just that understanding is understood, but people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless. Jun Yihuang is sometimes in a trance, and she will be angry with Lan Zui, she used to be a person who was used to staying in a high position, not to mention bowing her head and apologizing to Lan Zui.

Lan Drunk was still about to get angry, and someone suddenly knocked on the bedroom door: "Xiao Drunk, okay?" The time is almost up. ”

"That's it!" Lan Zui glanced at the paper doll fiercely, stood up to leave, and the side of the cheongsam was pulled by an external force. Lan Zui looked down and saw that the paper doll's two white paper arms were holding her side placket buckles, and she was silent.

"Jun, Yi, Huang! What the hell are you going to make a fuss! ”

“……”

"Drunk, okay? Who are you talking to? ”

There was an urging from outside the door, and Lan was drunk, so she pulled the doll off the buckle and stuffed it into a handmade cloth bag on the dressing mirror.

"Don't mess around, or I'll lose you!" Lan Zui whispered to Bubao in a fierce tone, and walked quickly to the door and opened the door: "Okay, Uncle Zhong, let's go." ”

Outside the door stood a big man in his early forties, with a northern physique, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a big waist and a round waist, and a dark gray suit that he propped up. There is a long scar on the cheek of the national character, his eyes are shining, and his face is fierce. The man named Uncle Zhong looked around Lan Zui's room suspiciously, but found nothing suspicious.

"Let's go, or it'll be too late." Uncle Zhong glanced at Lan Drunk's dress and grinned: "The little girl has grown up after all." ”

Lan Zui's face turned red, and he walked ahead of Uncle Zhong. She is over twenty-five this year, which is the best years of the current woman, the youth of two years ago has faded, and her expression and movements have added a little calmness. Today, this cheongsam is even more full of figure, lining her classicism and spirituality.

The cloth bag hanging on his wrist seemed to move, and Lan Zui naturally held it with his other hand, stretched out his fingers and pinched it as a warning.

There was a black Volvo parked downstairs, Uncle Zhong sat directly in the driver's seat, and Lan Zui naturally sat in the co-pilot. Uncle Zhong started the car and asked at the same time, "Xiao drunk, did you bring the post?" ”

"Brought it." Lan Zui rubbed the cloth bag and replied absentmindedly.

Recently, the wind has gradually relaxed, and the industry has become active again. has been held back for a long time, and many people have empty hands and no goods to come out, and they always keep an eye on the movements of a few big heads of inventory in the industry. The line of playing antiquities has to be subdivided, and there is a difference between going to the ground, inventory, and picking. The inventory head refers to everyone in the inventory, who is well-informed and has a lot of money, where there are goods, they are three points faster than others know, and the funds are enough to afford to play at one time. This kind of business that everyone can't look down on scattered stalls and small knocks, when there are enough goods in hand, they will hold a garden tea party, send posts to their favorite people, and invite people to come to see the goods and order the goods. And Huaiyuan Pavilion is one of the several inventory heads.

The Lan family and the Rong family originally went down the road, that is, they went to the ground to catch things, and the large items that were not easy to shoot were thrown to the stockpilers, and the small ones that were easy to shoot were left in their own shops. The Rong family is supported by Rong Wu and Rong Thirteen, and it is still in this style, but the Lan family has slowly faded out of the lower line from the previous generation because of the withering of incense, and turned to pick up goods with the stocktaker. It's just that after all, it's not really fresh goods that have just come out of below, and the inventory person has a lot of good and bad goods in his hands, and the picker has to rely on a pair of tricks and long-term experience to distinguish the picking, and the inventory person will not care about the goods in his hand, so whether he gets rich overnight or goes bankrupt, he has to bear the responsibility of the picker himself.

Not everyone can go to the garden tea party, and it is not possible to go to as many people as they want. There are names and places on the post, and most of them are picking up goods and bringing a palm eye to the family. And Uncle Zhong is the palm and chief shopkeeper of the Lan family, and Uncle Zhong has the final say in the Lan family except for Lan Zui.

The car drove for more than an hour, crossed the city and stopped at a parking lot on the edge of the city. The parking lot used to be a small alley, not wide, and the old green bricks were stacked on both sides of the alley, except for Lan Zui, there were a few people walking into the alley, nodding to each other and saying hello. At the end of the alley, a brass gate was half-open, and someone with an umbrella stood outside the door waiting for visitors.

Lan Zui handed over her post, and the guy looked at it and touched it with his fingers, raised a smile that was neither arrogant nor humble, and shouted: "Miss Lan Zui of the Lan family, please come inside." ”

This kind of old-fashioned style is actually very funny in normal times, and it sounds the same as singing on TV. But with this brass door and the guy's Republic of China coat, it makes people feel like they have stepped on the wrong time and worn back to the old times, and they can't help but be solemn. After entering the door and bypassing the shadow wall, other guys came to guide the way, also in a coat, and walked straight forward with Lan Zui and Uncle Zhong.

The location of each house was set as early as the next post, and a well-maintained three-story small western-style building of the Republic of China came into view through the small bridge flowing through the courtyard. Lan Zui has been here, familiar with the way to the second floor to turn left, was about to enter his room to rest, but he didn't expect someone to open the door, and he was stunned on both sides when he looked up.

The person on the other side smiled with a teacup: "I'll just say it, I haven't found anyone for a long time, and I wonder why this girl didn't come!" ”

"Brother Thirteen!" Lan Zui really didn't expect to meet Rong Thirteen here.

A noise was heard in the room behind Rong Shisan, and two more men came out. A man is slightly taller than Rong Thirteen, his appearance is cold and implicit, Lan Zui is acquainted, and it is Rong Wu, the current head of the Rong family. The other is shorter than Rong Thirteen, wearing casual clothes and a hood, with a delicate appearance and fair skin, like a recent college graduate, but Lan Drunk has never seen it.

The leading guy saw that both sides were familiar, smiled and said, "Since the master and the young lady are old acquaintances, the younger ones will not bother a few people to catch up." Ring the bell for something, and give me a command. The tea party will start at ten o'clock, and the little ones will come and bring you over. After saying that, the guy immediately retreated directly with interest.

Now that they met the Rong family, Lan Zui and Uncle Zhong didn't have to go into their own room, and went directly to the Rong family's room to sit. Rong Thirteen helped Lan Zui and Uncle Zhong pour two cups of tea, and said, "Girl, for more than two years, what are you doing when you don't stop working?" That Jun Yihuang didn't cause you trouble, did he? ”

Uncle Zhong listened to it with a puzzled expression: "What Jun Yihuang?" ”

"What's the matter, you still hid it from Uncle Zhong on our trip?" Rong Shisan saw Lan Zui's face and knew that he had leaked his mouth, but he couldn't accept it when he said it, so he had to laugh.

“…… If you want to die or live, you haven't touched anything, what are you saying? Lan drunk saw Uncle Zhong glaring at him, and secretly bared his teeth at Rong Thirteen. It's really a pit goods, and it's not a good thing to encounter it!

"But fifth brother, why did you participate in the garden tea party? Self-sufficiency is not enough? ”

"In the past two years, we have been keeping an eye on it, and we are all in the middle of the door, and we can't deal with those things." Rong Wu said lightly, pointing to the young man sitting next to him: "Rong Jiu." ”

Hey?

Lan Zui showed a surprised look, she remembered that it was a girl and died young, why did this pop up again?

"My uncle's family, his name is Jiu, Wang Jiujiu." Rong Shisan blew the tea bowl: "Girl, we have to grab business with you this time, and the Rong family has not had a good time recently." Why don't we go back to Jun Yihuang's tomb and pour something out? Just touching two or three pieces of furnishings in her main room is enough for the two of us to close our doors for a few years. ”

As soon as Rong Shisan's words fell, Lan Zui's handbag moved. Lan drunk helplessly, why didn't this person talk without watching the scene? The movement of the bag shocked everyone in the room, and Lan was drunk and had no choice, so he had to open the bundle and take Jun Yihuang out and put it on the table.

"Bold!" Jun Yihuang glared at Rong Thirteen angrily as soon as she was on the table, although she couldn't tell where the eyes were and where the mouth was, Lan Zui had stayed with her for so long and knew that she was angry.

"Xiao Huang, he's kidding!" Lan drunk hurriedly comforted.

"Yellow?" Rong Shisan wanted to laugh, but Lan Zui called out, but he couldn't help it, choking on the esophagus with a sip of tea and coughing so much that he almost vomited out his lungs.

The remaining three big men didn't have time to care about Rong Thirteen, and they stared at the paper doll on the table that could move and talk.

"Blue drunk! Don't call me Yellow! Jun Yihuang was extremely angry, why did she agree to Bai Suhe in a dizzy mood at that time, and give up Chen Yifei's soul to be controlled by others in the paper doll!

"Junjun, Junjun! I was wrong! Lan Zui was afraid that Jun Yihuang would make a noise and cause others to look sideways, so he hurriedly comforted him.

"Tut, girl, it seems that you and Miss Jun get along very well, but I didn't expect to bring it to the tea party. How about a discussion and another trip? ”

"Rong Thirteen, you're enough!" Rong 13 was still smiling, so angry that Lan drunk didn't care about the temperament he should have in a cheongsam, and roared directly. Looking at Uncle Zhong's tense face again, Lan Zui was about to cry.

She knew that Rong 13 was a scourge at all.