Watching the classic car disappear in the alley, Gong Bing, who came back to his senses, smiled, and then turned to go upstairs.

The store was pitch black, smearing around piles of antiques, Gong Bing came to the window, opened the curtains one by one, and suddenly raised a cloud of dust, making Gong Bing cough again and again.

Although it was daytime, the light in the room was not very good, so Gong Bing turned on the lights and turned the sign on the door to the welcome side, and Gong Bing continued what he had not done yesterday.

The time quickly came to noon, during which two guests came in, but they just took a casual look, and left after a while, because they were not regular customers, so Gong Bing didn't pay attention to them.

Gong Bing squatted on the ground, his hand withdrawn from a large box, and a worn-out mechanical lamp was lifted.

The broken table lamp still showed its delicacy and intricacy when it was intact, and at this moment a hole was revealed in its body, Gong Bing dug his fingers deep into the hole, feeling it little by little, hoping to sense the slightest trace of evolution.

Withdrawing his fingers in disappointment, Gong Bing sighed, this time it seems that he came to Lington City for nothing, and the previous two harvests of evolution points can only be said to be a shit luck that he didn't know where it came from.

Nearly two months have passed, and I haven't touched a trace of evolution.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Lancer, this guy didn't know where he was now, he didn't expect anything from her, but now it seemed to be the only hope.

Just as Gong Bing sighed, the bell rang, and the door of the store was pushed open again.

Gong Bing, who was squatting, raised his head and saw a tall middle-aged man walking in, wearing a dark trench coat, a wide-brimmed round hat, and a long box similar to a musical instrument on his back.

The man had a sense of exhaustion on his body, but his eyes were alert and sharp, and Gong Bing, who observed this, couldn't help but take a second look.

The middle-aged man looked around, and then saw Gong Bing, who was sticking out his head and staring at him.

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to Gong Bing, just like returning home, he walked straight to the store, and after stopping in front of the counter for a while, he pushed open the door of the back room and walked in.

"Boy, do you know where the old man has gone?" Because there was only one person in the store, Gong Bing was the only one in the store, and the middle-aged man had a hoarse voice and asked Gong Bing.

"Old Moran drove out at eight o'clock in the morning, and he said he would be back by noon." Gong Bing replied, "Are you old Moran's customer?" ”

"I'm not interested in this." The middle-aged man chuckled, took off his hat and rested it on the counter, and then sat down on a chair next to the coffee table, the long box resting on the floor next to his trouser legs.

The other party seems to be familiar with the store, perhaps a friend of old Moran.

Gong Bing glanced at the other party's box and didn't say anything, and began to tidy up the messy places he had messed up and put them back in place, in the past two days, he looked through the antique miscellaneous items here, while looking for evolution points, and couldn't help but sort out these piles of messy things and put them together, and now the store is not so messy.

The middle-aged man looked at the wall clock on the wall, and at the same time took out a small wine jug from his arms, unscrewed the lid and drank it slowly, and the strong smell of wine suddenly wafted in the room.

As if he couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere, the middle-aged man was silent for a while and spoke again.

"I didn't think there were any young people interested in these things, and I thought that only people who had to be old would like these things."

Gong Bing glanced at his face and continued to tidy it up.

"Ahem, don't look at me like this, I'm actually still very young." The middle-aged man with slightly dark skin awkwardly touched his bearded and scumbag face.

Immediately, I saw him roll his eyes and speak again.

"I see you rummaging one by one, what are you looking for? Let me tell you, don't look at the old Moran's shop, there are a lot of things, but there are not many valuable things at all, if he recommends good things to you, don't believe it. The middle-aged man teased: "That guy is famous for picking on the door, even if he has good things, he himself has long hidden or sold them, but he won't leave you a child." ”

This big man is a chatter, his mouth keeps moving, not to say that he has been to the country and city, or to say which place the spirits are good, trivial things can also be discussed with a magnifying glass, he is a drunkard like James, the difference is that he likes spirits, the stronger the better, James prefers wine and red wine.

In this way, the two chatted without a word, most of them were middle-aged men talking, he was listening, but Gong Bing occasionally responded with a sentence, and he also said a lot of things back and forth.

Just as the time turned twelve o'clock, and the afternoon sun shone down on the shop, which had always had a gloomy atmosphere, old Moran finally returned to the shop.

Old Moran walked in with two wooden boxes in both hands, smiled at Gong Bing and nodded, but when he saw the middle-aged man, he withdrew his smile and frowned, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.

When the middle-aged man saw Old Moran, he was also expressionless, just drinking his own small wine.

Old Moran put the two wooden boxes on the ground and made a heavy sound, and Gong Bing couldn't help but look towards the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man's small body has a lot of strength.

"Gabriel, what's the catch?" Old Moran greeted Gong Bing.

Gong Bing shook his head: "I've almost looked at all the things in the store, and I haven't found anything interesting, since you have come back, old Moran, then I should also say goodbye." ”

"Then do you have any direction, I might be able to help by saying it."

Gong Bing thought about it, he really didn't have much direction, but ......

"Are there any people who have a story, a special origin, or ...... I can't really say it myself. Gong Bing scratched his hair: "It's an antique that can give people a special feeling." ”

Old Moran smiled, then looked at the middle-aged man who was on the side, and then continued.

"Come back in the afternoon, I've got another batch of things this time, maybe you'll be interested." Old Mo Lan didn't care about Gong Bing's ambiguous answer, he did his job, no matter how strange and strange the guests were, he would not make a fuss easily.

Old Moran patted the two heavy boxes on his legs, which were probably the harvest of his morning outing: "You have to wait for me to tidy up at noon." ”

"Okay, I'll come back again in the afternoon." Anyway, he didn't have anything else to do, so Gong Bing nodded and agreed.

Old Moran and the middle-aged man also seemed to have something to discuss, so Gong Bing said hello and left the store, it would take at least half an hour to go back to the hotel from here, so he didn't plan to waste time going back and forth, just wandering around the neighborhood and finding a random place to get lunch.