"This pair of blue and white vases is a bottle from the Kangxi period, not a blue and white bottle from the Song Dynasty."

While dealing with Zheng Xiaolong, Luo Ping looked at it carefully, guessing in his heart that this blue and white vase had been repaired, although there were no traces on the surface, but it was indeed damaged.

"And this one still has a secret wound, which has been mended." Luo Ping glanced at the little fat man, and saw that he was looking at him with admiration, so he said honestly and unceremoniously, he really regarded himself as a treasure master.

"I knew my dad must have been cheated again. He's a person, he doesn't remember to eat or fight, and he got a bunch of fakes, saying that he still didn't listen. Hearing Luo Ping's words, the little fat man was so happy that his eyebrows fluttered.

Luo Ping ignored him, put the two blue and white vases together, carefully compared, and finally confirmed that they were indeed a pair, but the one on the right was only a dark wound.

At this time, Zheng Hai came back, followed by an old man in his sixties wearing a pair of reading glasses.

"Old Liu, you can give me a good look, to be honest, I've been beating a drum in my heart since yesterday, and I'm still not sure."

While talking to the old man behind him, he nodded at Luo Ping, looked at the table again, and shouted loudly: "Stinky boy, you are messing with my things again." It's a baby, you know, a million dollars. ”

After saying that, he hurriedly ran to the table and carefully protected the pair of blue and white porcelain vases.

"Cut, this is not the blue and white of the Southern Song Dynasty at all, you are still a treasure." The little fat man was dismissive of his father's demeanor.

"You know the, get out of the way." After yelling at his son, he smiled and said to the old man, "Old Liu, it's this pair of blue and white vases, you give them palms." ”

The old man surnamed Liu nodded, walked over to take a closer look, and smiled, "Boss Zheng, your son is right, this is not a Southern Song Dynasty thing." ”

Zheng Hai was taken aback, "You just know it at a glance, you don't need to get started?" ”

The old man surnamed Liu picked up the blue and white vase on the right, and said while looking at it: "A few months ago, someone also showed me this pair of bottles, and I still remember them. This pair of things is called 'blue and white flowers and birds high-foot pen washing', it is a thing in the Kangxi period, I remember that this one still has a dark wound, but the person who glued it at the beginning was clever, and ordinary people can't see it at all. ”

After saying that, he took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

After a while, he looked up at Zheng Hai with an expectant look on his face and shook his head, "This is indeed the one I've seen." ”

"How much is that worth?"

The old man surnamed Liu stretched out two fingers, "At most, the price is at this now, but it should rise in a few years." ”

"That's not a loss." Zheng Hai sat down in his chair dejectedly, his forehead covered with sweat.

"Hehe, Boss Zheng, antiques are very risky, if you don't understand, just buy less and see more, and get started in a hurry, it's very dangerous......"

Luo Ping had been watching them from the side, and when he heard the old man surnamed Liu say that the porcelain vase on the right had a secret wound, he finally confirmed his guess.

"Mr. Luo already knew that this pair of bottles was from the Kangxi period just now, and he also saw that it was made up by someone, so you are still a baby."

The little fat man was a big ghost and muttered at his father.

"You get in and read for me." Zheng Hai was on fire in his heart and yelled at his son.

"Oh?" The old man surnamed Liu looked at Luo Ping and asked with a smile, "This young man, do you know this too?" ”

"I don't know much, but I just learned a little bit from my teacher."

"Who is your teacher?" Luo Ping's words aroused the curiosity of the old man surnamed Liu, and in the Jiangcheng antique world, collectors who were a little famous knew each other almost well.

"Professor Chen Qingyu of Jiangcheng University."

The old man surnamed Liu was shocked when he heard this, and secretly said that he had never heard that Old Chen had accepted disciples, where did this young man come from?

However, he has become a good old man, so he naturally will not break the casserole and ask to the end, but pull Luo Ping to talk enthusiastically, and when he left, he also handed Luo Ping a business card, and warmly invited him to go to his store to play when he was free.

……

In the evening, after washing, Luo Ping carried a can of cold beer and moved a reclining chair to lie in the courtyard to cool off.

Long Xin moved a small stool and sat beside him, his wet hair fluttering out. Lihua scent.

"Dragon Heart, do you see those stars in the sky? In fact, what we see is only the remnants of history, and many of them may no longer exist, but we can still see them. ”

A gust of night wind blew, cool and pleasant, and Long Xin looked up at the stars that dotted the night sky, and some did not understand his words.

"Perhaps, one day, humans can really create a kind of time machine that can send people back decades, or even hundreds of thousands of years, to see what really happened in those days......"

"Dragon Heart, do you also look at the stars when you are on the mountain?" Luo Ping suddenly asked.

"Behold, sometimes Master will watch with me, and she likes to say things like you that I don't understand."

"Miss your master."

Xiao Daogu nodded, "Hmm." ”

Luo Ping was silent, Long Xin blinked his eyes, looked at Luo Ping's angular face in the night, and remembered the stories he heard Xu Ting tell in the afternoon.

"Brother Luo, I heard Sister Xu Ting say that you went to the orphanage when you were very young, do you miss your parents?"

"No, I've been in an orphanage for as long as I can remember, and I don't remember anything from before."

"It's really pitiful, I at least have a master and an uncle, you and Sister Xu Ting are lonely."

"Not alone, we have a lot of younger siblings, they are all very lovely, and the old dean is very kind to us. I'll take you to the orphanage another day, and the old dean will definitely like you very much. ”

Luo Ping smiled and glanced back at her, then turned his head to look at the stars in the sky.

In the dark night sky, there happened to be a meteor passing through the sky, Luo Ping closed his eyes and made a wish that he had been making for fifteen years in a row.

A gust of wind rose and blew the ends of the dragon's heart away. Long Xin narrowed his eyes, not noticing a drop of crystal tears that slipped from the corner of Luo Ping's eyes.

In the middle of the night, Luo Ping returned to his room and pulled out a suitcase from under the bed. Under a stack of clothes, carefully pull out a sealed bag.

Inside the bag was a piece of black crumb, one of which was painted with white paint in a strange pattern.

Luo Ping looked at this piece of black broken skin, and his heart was extremely heavy.

It was the only thing his parents left him. Listening to the orphanage director Lao Cao, he picked up Luo Ping, who was already unconscious, on the side of the road, and this piece of broken skin was hidden close to his chest.

For countless days and nights, Luo Ping repeatedly inspected and rubbed this piece of broken skin, but unfortunately the pattern on it was so mysterious that he couldn't tell what was painted at all.

However, touching this piece of broken skin, he seemed to touch the hands of his parents, and tears would always flow uncontrollably......

It was for this piece of broken skin that Luo Ping learned that Chen Lao was a collector of calligraphy and painting, and he hollowed out his mind and designed several "coincidences", and finally got acquainted with him, so he cautiously took out the broken skin, hoping that Chen Lao could help him solve the puzzle.

It's a pity that Chen Lao didn't know what kind of material this piece of broken skin was, let alone what patterns were painted on it, but he took a fancy to Luo Ping's potential, and after getting along for a few months, he had the intention of accepting him as a disciple.

As usual, Luo Ping opened the sealed bag and took out the broken skin.

Suddenly, a thick cool air poured fiercely into his right hand.

Luo Ping was dumbfounded!

No sound came to my head!

But I clearly felt the Pixiu in my hand that a stream of wealth kept pouring into the palm of my hand!

"What's going on? Could it be that this broken skin is a treasure? ”

Luo Ping hurriedly unfolded the paper-thin black crushed skin slowly, only to see that the pattern on it was still the same, and nothing had changed.

The whole piece of skin is about half the size of a palm, triangular in shape, and the diagonal side has obvious tear marks, which must have been torn from a large piece of skin, and this one is only a corner.

Looking at the broken skin repeatedly, Luo Ping said in his heart Since he has wealth, it must be a treasure, but Weishenme Pixiu didn't tell me its age and grade, can't even Pixiu recognize it?

Puzzled, he studied the strange patterns, but they were like a huge question mark, and no matter how much he studied, he could not tell what was drawn.

But even so, Luo Ping's heart was still full of surprises.

For him, this is a huge breakthrough, although he still can't read the pattern on it, but like a ray of light before dawn, he sees hope.

"Find your parents' hope!"

Luo Ping muttered to himself.