Mrs. Wang's family also lives in the old city, and it is only two streets away from where the fat man lives, and the straight-line distance is less than a kilometer. After entering the hospital, there are two low small rooms, and the bricks are still the large green bricks of the past, and the sense of vicissitudes of time is born at first sight.

The small courtyard is very clean, and flowers are planted on both sides of the aisle. Wang Hao unlocked the door and let the fat man into the house, he also knew the whole story, and he was very affectionate to this righteous Uncle Badou.

The furnishings in the house are also very simple, the east house belongs to Mrs. Wang, and there is still a fire kang; The hut on the west side is where Wang Hao lives, with a bed, a desk, and a small bookshelf, which is full of boarding, but most of them are various review materials.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Wang learned that the three babies of Badou were not in kindergarten today, so she urged him to pick up the children. It's all a family, of course, Brother Badou is not polite, and walks back with Wang Hao, anyway, it's not far away.

By the time Wang Hao came back with millet on his back and the fat man with beans and sorghum, Mrs. Wang had already bought vegetables and started cooking. Seeing Millet and Sorghum sitting on a small bench helping to pick leeks, Mrs. Wang was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth: "Badou, look at how sensible these children are." ”

"The poor man's child was in charge of the house early - that is, I was poor before, and the children suffered with me." The fat man said happily.

"Old bean said." Doudou walked up to the fat man angrily and taught him a serious lesson, and Brother Badou could only nod and giggle. In the end, I had to change the topic: "You all listen, study hard in the future, and like Brother Wang Hao, you will be admitted to a famous university." ”

Wang Hao nodded a little shyly, seeing these three disabled children, his heart was a little uncomfortable. Because he has been studying, Wang Hao's thoughts are still very simple and kind, and an idea gradually began to sprout in his heart.

The work is almost over, and the three babies go to the kang to play. The fat man and Wang Hao chatted in the courtyard. Wang Hao plucked up his courage and said: "Uncle Badou, I heard that rabbit lips like sorghum can be operated on. There was a female classmate in our class who was when she was a child. Later, I had surgery, and it was still our class flower! ”

Brother Badou lit a cigarette: "She probably only has a cleft lip, sorghum is more strict, and there are cleft lip and palate." I also consulted, but I was poor at the time and couldn't afford to pay for the operation, so you reminded me to operate on sorghum first! ”

After living with the babies for a long time, the fat people forget about their flaws. Fortunately, Sorghum and Millet are both strong and don't pay much attention to the ridicule of other children, but as they get older, it's not good if they leave a psychological shadow.

"Uncle Badou, the money for this operation must be called to my grandmother!" Wang Hao's immature face was extremely resolute, and he was bookish and reciprocated.

Brother Badou was also quite surprised, he didn't expect that Xiao Wang Hao also had a chivalrous spirit, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Study hard, Uncle Badou can do these things well." ”

"It's time to eat—" came the old lady's voice from inside the room.

The fat man entered the house and took a look, the baby was playing happily on the kang, there was a paper-paste basket on the tip of the kang, and there were a dazzling array of children's toys scattered on the kang, many of which were probably played by Wang Hao back then.

"Pack up and eat." The fat man picked up the basket, then spread his big hands and pulled something inside. Suddenly, his hand stopped, and he felt a warm thing flow down his arm like water, and finally converge on his eyebrows.

After being stunned for a moment, the fat man hurriedly opened his third eye, and immediately found that this was a purple gas, but there were not many of them, but it was still a whole body Shutai.

It's a good thing, something that the fat man has been looking for but can't find. Because it never appeared, the fat man thought it was used up.

Looking down at his hand, there were a few round glass balls, but there was a dark yellow hole in the middle, and the trace of purple qi was emitted from it.

"Godmother, what is this?" The fat man asked Mrs. Wang, who was serving the dishes.

Mrs. Wang put the braised fish on the table and came over to take a look: "It used to be a big string of beads, just like a rosary, and the four old ones will be copied away." At that time, Wang Hao and his father played all day long, and he was a little reluctant, so he grabbed it from others, but it was broken, leaving so many grains. Pity my son for leaving early, or how good it would have been now—not to mention this, but to eat—" Mrs. Wang wiped her eyes twice with the corner of her apron, then hugged Doudou to the ground and kissed him on the cheek.

In this way, it is estimated that it is an old object, maybe it is a pearl of Qing Dynasty officials. After all, the fat man has been working on antiques for a few years, so he knows a little about it. The pearls of the Qing Dynasty were all one hundred and eight, and a single one should not be worth much. However, the purple qi in this is worth studying and studying.

Suddenly, a thought popped up in the fat man's mind: It can't be that those old objects have purple gas in them, right?

put the beads in his pocket, and then the six of them sat at a big table, and Lele had a reunion dinner. Although they are all home-cooked dishes, Mrs. Wang's craftsmanship is very good, and the last big table of dishes is left with a la carte soup, which was soaked in the rice by the fat man and pulled by the fat man.

Brother Badou was worried about the purple qi in his heart, so he led the baby home after lunch. When she went out, Mrs. Wang also advised: "When Wang Hao leaves school in a few days, I will ask the children to come and live with my grandmother, and I happen to have a lonely old woman." ”

When he got home, the fat man took out his two sacks from under the bed and fiddled with them one by one, but to his disappointment, there was no familiar purple qi.

It stands to reason that these copper coins are also quite old, and there are five baht coins in the Han Dynasty, is it still related to the material - for this problem, the fat man can't figure it out, and finally decided to find an antique shop to shop.

Visiting Niangniang Temple during the day is really the first time for Brother Badou, who used to work during the day and practice stalls at night. With the leisurely crowd, the fat man slipped to a Sibao Zhai, specializing in pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there are also some calligraphy and painting seals for sale.

The owner is a middle-aged man with glasses, with an elegant temperament, and does not take the initiative to solicit, allowing customers to enjoy the store and play. It's just that when someone asks, they come up to answer a few words, and the voice is not high. Coupled with the surrounding antique pen and inkstone calligraphy and painting, the entire Sibao Zhai is rippling with a strong cultural atmosphere.

The fat man took a few deep breaths, his impetuous breath was gone, and his heart was extremely peaceful. This scene caused some memories in him: his father forced him to practice calligraphy in front of the table, his little hands were red from the cold, and there was a thin layer of ice ballast in the ink cartridge.

After a moment of trance, the fat man realized that the shopkeeper's gaze was shooting at him, as if with a hint of surprise. The fat man nodded at the people: I guess he recognized me as the unlucky brother-

So he first walked to the place where the inkstone was sold, looked at them one by one, shook his head, looked at it and shook his head, and there was no purple gas in it that he hoped for.

Looking at the inkstone inside, the shapes are very simple, are they all imitations? Brother Badou put a big question mark in his heart.

Shaking and shaking, he finally shook the shopkeeper in front of him, he took out a square box from under the counter, and took out an inkstone from inside: "How is this thing?" ”