"I'll wait for you two to come." Lian Zi said with a smile.

"Then we'll go." Zhao Wumian waved to Lian Zi. "Sister Lian Zi, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After Zhao Wumian and Liu Qingfeng left, Lian Zi returned his attention to the stall in front of him.

It's a small stall that sells antiques. Unlike other stalls that are cluttered with stuffy stuff, there are only seven or eight things on this stall. They are a piece of jade, two pieces of porcelain, a piece of bronze and several calligraphy and paintings.

The jade is a ring-shaped dragon jue, only the size of a palm, the shape is simple but full of charm, warm and smooth, it looks like it is some years old, it should be an ancient jade; One porcelain is a bowl, the other is a vase, the carcass is delicate, the color is pure, and it looks extraordinary; The bronze vessel is a small ding, as if it was used to burn incense. As for those scrolls of calligraphy and painting, only a small part is opened, which seems to be landscape paintings.

The stall owner was an elderly man, wearing a half-worn gown, gray hair, and his face was covered with the ravine-like wrinkles of the Loess Plateau. Of course, this is not the most attractive thing about Lian Zi, what makes Lian Zi feel that this old man is not ordinary is that he has basically not been unmoved by the farce just now, neither participating nor commenting, and unlike other stall owners who shout at the top of their voices, he does not take the initiative to sell his goods to others, but goes with the flow.

"Grandpa, can I take a look at this calligraphy?" Lian Zi asked.

"Look, little girl."

Lian Zi squatted down and gently picked up a half-opened scroll, which was a painting.

Lian Zi has no research on calligraphy and painting, and her appreciation ability is limited, she is a novice in calligraphy and painting, but even so, from this elegant, smooth, strong and powerful force, she can also see the extraordinary nature of this character.

The paper on which the scroll was painted had yellowed, probably because it had been well preserved by the owner, so it was not damaged. But now naked in the air, without protection, this thin piece of paper is more fragile than a cicada's wings. Lian Zi tried to be as gentle as possible in his movements, so as not to damage this precious calligraphy and painting.

"Do you sell this calligraphy and painting?" Lian Zi's sense of antiques is average, and he doesn't particularly like it. In fact, Lian Zi prefers the culture and story behind the antique itself to the antique itself. The reason why she wanted to buy these antiques was because she saw from this old grandfather that he cherished these carriers that represented the inheritance. She is willing to do her best to fulfill his wish.

Lian Zi could see that this old man, if he was not forced by the helplessness of life, would never have taken out his treasures and sold them. Moreover, if it is not to his liking, even if someone wants to buy it, he may not sell it.

"Sell." This one sells, it seems to be a sigh, and it seems to be unwilling. The old man's emotions are all in this one word.

"Dare to ask, can you tell me why you sold these antiques?" Lian Zi rarely explores other people's private affairs, but the old man in front of her feels so different to her. She suddenly wondered what made him give up what he had been holding on.

"It's nothing special, I have a granddaughter who is sick, I'm old, I don't have the strength to work, I can't earn points, so I can only sell these belongings." The old man's tone was very calm, there was no complaint, and there was no pretense of weakness, but it made the listener feel infinite sadness.

Lian Zi thought that she had experienced five years of apocalyptic life, and her heart had been polished cold and hard enough, but when she really faced these again, she still couldn't be indifferent.

PS: I studied until one o'clock last night, and I got up at seven o'clock this morning to continue to review, and I went to the exam again, and I was tired.