Temple of Literature, this street is not very long.

But in this street, there are 288 houses.

Each one is a separate building.

...... in each building It's all sitting in the antique business.

Its prosperity and scale are not smaller than those of Panjiayuan.

But for some unknown reason......

As a result, the Temple of Literature is not very famous throughout the country.

Only people who really like to study antiques know about this place.

Besides......

Most of the buildings in the Temple of Literature have been handed down from the Qing Dynasty...... Only a very small part of it was damaged during the war and then repaired, but as the technology matured, the Temple of Literature still maintained its classical style.

Usual times.

Visitors to this place......

The vast majority of them don't really want to hunt for antiques.

Rather, I'm admiring the buildings.

Photograph.

Look at the scenery.

Nostalgia.

However, because of what happened to the Wensheng antique shop, today's Confucian Temple, in less than a few minutes, has lost its former popularity.

On the empty streets, there were only Ye Bei and Lu Wensheng.

"Then, sir, you and I haven't seen each other for decades, and my life is about to come to an end, I don't have any attachment and concern for this world, and there are three days left, I wonder if you can let me spend a day following behind Mr.?"

Lu Wensheng bent over, lowered his head, and followed behind Ye Bei with staggering steps, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and firm.

"Yes."

Ye Bei's steps are quiet.

While walking......

His indifferent gaze was still leisurely looking at the surrounding scenery.

After hearing Lu Wensheng's voice, he opened his mouth softly, and his words were like gold.

But......

After this word reached Lu Wensheng's ears, the meaning was completely different.

Lu Wensheng, who was lying on his body, looked overjoyed.

"Yes, sir." Lu Wensheng spoke, his voice trembling with excitement: "Over the years, although I have been staying in the Temple of Literature, but earlier, when I was in Donghai City, I still put a lot of property, if Mr. is in need, I will take Mr. over now, of course, I am also very familiar with some famous leisure places and eating places in Donghai!" ”

When he said these words, Lu Wensheng deliberately sped up.

"I don't need it for the time being, there are still things I need in the Temple of Literature."

Ye Bei opened.

Hearing this, Lu Wensheng's body trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Sir, I am definitely the most familiar with the Temple of Literature, and even the antique furnishings in every shop, I know it, if Mr. wants which, just tell me directly." ”

Decades.

There are some things that Lu Wensheng will never forget.

If it hadn't been for Ye Bei who rescued him from the war......

He Lu Wensheng may have died a long time ago.

If it weren't for Ye Bei who gave him magical powers.

He Lu Wensheng may be like a refugee in the war for the rest of his life, in that chaotic era, he will be displaced to death.

Although he collected a large number of antiques for Ye Bei and used them to repay the promise.

Can......

Lu Wensheng understood that these things were not enough to repay Ye Bei's kindness.

So......

He just wanted to do something for Ye Bei in the last years.

"You just follow along, I'll pick up the things."

But......

Ye Bei's voice was faint.

Thundered......

After these words fell.

The cloud-covered sky collided violently, sending out a deafening thunderclap.

Whoa!

Immediately afterward, an unprecedented torrential rain fell directly from the air.

Every drop of rain is the size of a soybean.

Cracking sound......

When it fell to the ground, it kept crackling.

Some raindrops also fell on Lu Wensheng, almost instantly, making his clothes and hair soaked.

However, in this case, Lu Wensheng still tried to raise his head.

His eyes focused on Ye Bei.

The rain was heavy though.

However, when he was away from Ye Bei's body, he was blocked by a magical film, forming a magical white cover.

Except for the sound of clattering rain.

This street, however, is unusually quiet.

Ye Bei stopped.

Turn around......

As if he didn't have any goals, he just entered an antique shop next to him very casually.

Lu Wensheng quickly followed.

……

There are too many antique shops in the Temple of Literature.

Almost every one, except for some of the antiques in the row, is different, and the others are much the same......

And the antique shop that Ye Bei entered is also the same.

The shop is not big.

Around the lobby, there are shelves.

On the shelves, there are densely packed with all kinds of antiquities that look full of traces of time.

But......

The vast majority of these antiquities are imitations of some modern craftsmanship and then aged through special techniques.

Only a handful of them are genuine.

True or false!

Many times, even the boss himself can't tell.

When Ye Bei and Lu Wensheng walked in......

In the lobby of this store, there is a young clerk sitting.

The clerk was wiping down a piece of porcelain.

He looked focused.

The movements are very slow.

I'm afraid I'll break the porcelain.

I heard a sound at the door, after someone came in.

He didn't look back.

Instead, he continued to wipe the porcelain, extremely seriously, and at the same time slowly spoke: "It seems that something happened in the Temple of Literature just now, and many people ran out of this street, why do you still come to buy antiques at this time?" ”

Ye Bei put his hands behind his back, did not answer, and remained silent.

That indifferent gaze quietly looked at the shelves of this store.

Lu Wensheng wiped the rain on his face with his hand, then looked at the clerk a little seriously, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Come here to have a look, it's not to buy, it's raining heavily outside." ”

"Oh?"

The clerk listened, and then stopped the movement of his hand.

Then put the rag away.

Turn around.

looked at Ye Bei and Lu Wensheng with a little curiosity.

The body is slightly beaten.

Then his complexion returned to indifference.

"All the antiquities in our store are clearly priced, just look at them casually, as long as they don't break them, everything is easy to discuss, by the way, and this old gentleman, I see that you were in the rain just now, and the clothes on your body are also wet, there is a dry cloth here, you wipe it!"

The clerk continued.

And after saying this......

He casually opened a drawer on a shelf.

Remove a clean towel from it.

"No, I'm just looking at it, it doesn't matter if my clothes are wet." Lu Wensheng waved his hand.

The clerk paid no heed.

I just threw the towel over.

At the same time, he opened his mouth, and his voice increased a little: "Hey! Sir, you're welcome, in fact, wiping the rain off your body is only secondary, many things in my antique shop are very valuable, and I'm afraid of seeing water! It doesn't matter if you're sick, I'm afraid you'll break my antiques. ”

"It's kind of interesting."

Lu Wensheng took the towel and grinned, with some smiles on his face.

(End of chapter)