After Zhou Xuan woke up, he stretched comfortably and looked at the window, and couldn't help but be startled at this sight!

It was two o'clock at noon when he got off work, and now it's almost seven o'clock, and he slept for four or five hours before he knew it!

I felt comfortable again, sat on the bed and did a few gymnastic poses, my left hand didn't seem to hurt at all, I retracted it and looked at it, the blood on the entangled gauze turned purple and black, and when I pinched it, it turned into dry crumbs and fell down.

Zhou Xuan moved his left hand, stretched and pinched his fist a few times, he didn't feel any pain, a little strange, he took apart the gauze round and round, when the last circle was opened, Zhou Xuan didn't find the wound, and then took a closer look, except for a few dry blood stains on the index finger of his left hand, there was indeed no wound, let alone a wound, not even a broken skin.

Zhou Xuan was surprised, ran to the bathroom and washed his hands with soap, and then looked at it carefully.

A pair of hands are clean, which hand is intact, there is not a little bit of broken skin!

Zhou Xuan was surprised, touching his head, did he dream? I touched it under the pillow again, and the golden ghost coin was there, and the stone on the bed was there!

Hey, wait!

Zhou Xuan picked up the stone from the bed, and it was even more strange now, isn't this stone golden? How did it become dark? If it weren't for these two things, Zhou Xuan would feel that he had a bizarre dream.

I don't know if it's because of this big sleep, Zhou Xuan felt that his spirit was exceptionally good, and he couldn't sit still, so he was going out to the night market for a walk.

It is said that a few years ago it was a small fishing village, but now it is growing rapidly, with two high-rise buildings and two five-star hotels, which of course are where the rich go.

The most famous thing in Chongkou is tourism, there are many tourists, including foreign tourists, at night, the most lively in the whole Chongkou is not those luxury nightclubs and hotels, the most lively is a pedestrian street.

This pedestrian street has about a thousand meters, from the afternoon when the sun sets, there are countless stalls set out, because the most people come to Chongkou to travel, so the most on the stalls is the ornament play, there are also some antique jade devices, but of course it is fake, even if it is not fake, it is also extremely inferior.

But most of these tourists know that the vast majority of them are fakes, but they still buy them, the picture is a happy journey, buy a small gift for family and friends to show their gratitude, and sometimes they can indeed pick up what treasures they bought.

Zhou Xuan often comes to the pedestrian street, and his favorite thing is to squat in front of the bookstall and look through those books, but most of them are pirated online novels, and there are also some traditional novels, magazines and books.

Booksellers who set up stalls sell and collect books, and old books are taken back at very low prices, and all books are collected, and whenever someone asks for them, they will sell them at several times the purchase price.

Zhou Xuan often rents their books to read, he knows more than a dozen booksellers in this area, and the booksellers who are familiar with him are not guarded against him, as soon as he comes here, he squats to the side and flips through the piles of old books, he has seen too many new books, and he still comes and goes, and he may be able to find a good one by flipping through the old books.

There are a lot of books, Zhou Xuan sat on top of a few brick-like books, flipped through a bunch but didn't find a good book, a little disappointed, the night was long, the loneliness was unbearable, there was no woman, there was no good book to talk about masturbation, this day is not good!

Look around, there are still a bunch left, but they are all student workbooks or something, anyway, there is nothing to do, and there is no heart to go anywhere else, so I flipped it up casually, turned over one after another, and even turned out a thread-bound manual, the book is a little dirty and a little rotten, the book is full of handwritten brush words, and the words are well written.

Zhou Xuan also practiced the brush when he was in elementary school, and later died without illness, there are a few old men in the village who write a good hand, turn the first page, this one is recognized, the regular square circle of the small block letter: Jane Zhai addendum!

I don't understand what the supplement means, and then look at the left side as if it is a poem, which is written from right to left, from top to bottom, he still understands, and tries to recognize these words.

"Leaning on Ma Xiu to praise the speed of algae, it is like finally pressing Zou Mei. Things must be seen less than the party is precious, and poetry can be turned late. The sound of the clear horn is not easy to play, and the excellent epiphany is not easy to open. It is necessary to know that in the Paradise of Bliss, cultivation mostly comes from suffering. ”

I don't understand what this poem means, with Zhou Xuan's understanding of ancient texts, the meaning of this poem can't be understood at all, let alone the meaning, and I don't even recognize two words in it.

If you want to talk about poetry, poems like "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, a pair of dogs and men, including you" Zhou Xuan can still read and understand, and he has no interest in this broken pen manual in his hand.

When he was about to drop down to find other books, his left hand holding the broken book suddenly trembled, and Zhou Xuan felt that his heart also trembled with his left hand!

It's a little strange, what is shaking in the hands for no reason?

When I thought like this, I suddenly felt a cold breath flow in my left hand, which was obvious, like staring at pouring water into a transparent pot, watching the water ripple in the pot.

Zhou Xuan was startled, stared at his left hand with wide eyes, but he didn't see any vision, but in his mind he saw more clearly that the cold air flow in his left hand flowed out of his fingers, and he turned around on the broken book in his hand, and when the small stream of ice air in his hand flowed to the broken book in his left hand, Zhou Xuan suddenly saw such a line of words in his mind: "Jian Zhai Addendum, Yuan Mei, 1795"!

Zhou Xuan was stunned for a moment, who is Yuan Mei? What does 1795 mean? Could it be that this broken booklet is Yuan Mei's calligraphy in 1795?

The cold air flow slowly flowed back from the broken book back to the left hand, but it was much weaker, and it stopped in the left hand and did not move, like a hocky dog lying there dozing!

Zhou Xuan also felt a little weak, as if he had done a heavy job, and couldn't help but be surprised: It's weird!

At this time, I took the broken booklet but was not willing to shake it, if this broken booklet was really painted by Yuan Mei in 1795, it would be 215 years, even if it was a ghost-like draft, it was also two hundred years of paper, and I could show off to the old men in the village when I took it home, although I didn't understand, but the words in this broken booklet were written well, and I could still see it!

The bookseller Lao Zhang is a good person, Zhou Xuan wants this thing, but he still can't show it in front of Lao Zhang, otherwise he will be knocked by him.

Zhou Xuan is not stupid, he pinched the broken booklet with his left hand, flipped through the pile of books with his right hand, and found the pirated version of "Step by Step Shenglian" that was closed this month, and said with a smile: "Lao Zhang, I'll rent this book to read." ”

The books on Lao Zhang's stall are rented and sold, but there is no regular storefront, so the book has to be rented according to the price of the book, the book is rented for one dollar a day, Zhou Xuan is an old customer, he used to read books are very credible, there is borrowing and repaying, Lao Zhang only charged him five yuan of gold, Zhou Xuan did not return the remaining money when he returned the book, and he gave it again after reading the pressure.

Zhou Xuan raised the broken booklet again, and said with a smile: "Lao Zhang, the brush words on this broken manuscript are good, I will take it back to practice calligraphy, hehe, how much does it cost?" ”

This pile of recovered books and textbooks were sold to him by a primary school student, calculated at five cents a catty, Lao Zhang had already combed it through, and a little value was turned out and put aside, this pile is basically waste paper, and it is eight cents a pound to pull to the scrap station, and a pound can earn a few cents, as soon as Zhou Xuan opened his mouth, Lao Zhang glanced at it and said with a smile: "If you want it, give a dollar as a bottle of water to drink." ”

If it is really a broken manuscript of practicing brushes, such a small booklet, it is not worth a dime, Lao Zhang wants a piece, of course a dollar is not a thing, Zhou Xuan remembered the strange "Yuan Mei in 1795" in his mind, he couldn't help but take out a piece and throw it to Lao Zhang, a dollar to buy a draft book for more than 200 years, even if he is happy, it is worth it, how many times have he seen things for more than 200 years? There are a few big cedar trees in my hometown, but I heard that they are hundreds of years old!

When I came out, I was refreshed, but I was a little tired at this time.

Zhou Xuan grabbed these two books, stood up and walked back, walking more than ten meters away, and suddenly heard a deep man's voice beside him: "Little brother, little brother, etc!" ”

Zhou Xuan turned his head sideways, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties in bright clothes calling him, and said in surprise: "Did you call me?" ”

The middle-aged man chased two steps with a smiling face, and then said: "Little brother, I just saw that the broken manuscript calligraphy you bought for a dollar is really good, I have a son who has just entered junior high school, I want to buy it back and let him practice calligraphy, do you want to give it to me?" ”

After speaking, he stretched out a finger and added: "I'll give you ten yuan!" ”

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