The Hollywood Road in the late 80s was exceptionally prosperous.

Everywhere there are "畛畛xuan" or "畛畛zhai", a dazzling array of antiques and pictorials are hung all over the shops, and the small sugar water shop on the street is also quite ancient, pasted with yellowed old photos and pictorials at the beginning of the century, telling you that this is an antique street.

On the other side, I heard that it was circled and zoned as a special zone, next to Hong Kong, and trade has become more and more convenient, and it is also extremely convenient for antique artifacts from the mainland to be transported here.

In the depths of this street, there is a small shop with a sign hanging at the door, on which are three big words: "When it is not cold." ”

The shopkeeper is a handsome man, looking more than fifty years old, with gray temples, always straight waist, always smiling and nodding when he sees people, it is rumored that he is a descendant of a certain palace over there, and some regular customers laugh and call him Lord Baylor. He has been in Hong Kong for more than ten years, he has never spoken Cantonese, always a slow and clear Chinese, to his son, who speaks Cantonese no different from the locals, has long integrated into this society, and his skin is also honey-colored in the warm subtropical sun, and the shopkeeper is called Lao Dou. This shopkeeper, or the bones of the past, pointed to the antiques at that station, and introduced his antiques to people slowly, "This is the Kangxi kiln, you look at the glaze, although it is a kiln, the firing is still very good." ”

When the guests left, his son complained, "You said that the official kiln can earn more than the young." ”

The shopkeeper's chin raised: "Is your father a man of words?" Don't forget our old roots. ”

"Come on, come on, don't mention the matter of the sesame rotten grain in the palace. You are so old, you carried a box of pastels left by my grandfather under the bed to the country, what good will you give at the end, don't you have to leave your hometown to bask in the sun here? ”

The shopkeeper said, "I see that you cook goose and wife cakes every day, and you have long forgotten about our roast duck, and this time you will come to poke my lung tubes." Look at your pants, they can be used as a broom to sweep the floor. ”

The father and son were talking about each other, when the curtain rang, and his son sighed and whispered, "Fairy daughter." ”

The shopkeeper turned around and looked at the woman who had entered the door, his eyes widening instantly.

Woman: "Hello. ”

For the first time, his son saw the shopkeeper's eyes straightened, and he teased on the side, "Dad, your eyes are falling." ”

The shopkeeper slapped his son on the back of the head, "Get out." ”

The son ran away and decided to go to his mother to complain, this Mrs. Yu is now thunderous every day, playing four rounds of mahjong at the entrance of the street.

"Sir, the name of the shop is very interesting."

"I think I've seen this young lady somewhere."

The woman smiled, "Seeing that Mr. is an honest man, it turns out that he will also use this excuse to talk." ”

"Hey, hey." The shopkeeper coughed embarrassedly and introduced himself, "My name is Yuwei, it's the shopkeeper here, this young lady, I really see that you are very familiar, have we met in Beijing." ”

The woman shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about, I just came back from Nanyang." ”

Yu Wei was a little stunned, is this so?

"I want to buy something that can summon spirits, or something that collects souls."

The woman looked up at the things on the shelves, and Yu Wei asked, "Miss is interested in these magic weapons, I think these things should not be moved easily at Miss's age." ”

The woman smiled, "At my age, how old does the shopkeeper think I am?" ”

"Naturally, she is a young and beautiful young lady."

"That's not necessarily, the shopkeeper knows about painted skin, right?"

The woman's tone suddenly became eerie.

This is an antique shop, Yu Wei came to Hong Kong for more than ten years, with the early years in the palace to practice a sharp eye, these years to find a lot of treasures, a room is genuine antiques, originally this house is heavy, this woman is white almost transparent, long black hair, flaming red lips, nails are also bright red, taking advantage of the gloomy antique shop also followed a little weird whirlpool.

Yu Wei was shocked in his heart, as if he had been dragged by his heart, and the hairs on his body stood up.

This woman's appearance is familiar, her voice is also familiar, and even this kind of ghostly and charming temperament is so familiar, but Yuwei can't remember who she is for a while.

"I'm teasing you, look at you, the hairs all over your body stand up." The woman smiled coquettishly, and the flowers trembled, "Shopkeeper, we are just doing business, and the specific purpose has nothing to do with you, I can only say that it is to save people, people who are very important to me, I don't care how much money it is, what you have here is all real things, but there are not many mana, you are from the palace, what kind of thing really has mana, you won't know it." ”

"Does Miss recognize me?"

Yu Wei stared at the woman, and the more she looked, the more familiar she felt. The woman pursed her lips and smiled, "Help me find something first." ”

Such an ordinary sentence, Yu Wei was like a ghost, lifted the curtain and entered the back room, and soon came out with a box in his arms, "This is a magic weapon from Tibet, a friend of mine brought it from there in the early years, you can see if you can use it." ”

The woman opened the box, looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "Yes, how much is this." ”

Yu Wei said a number, and the woman didn't bargain, so she took out a checkbook from her handbag and wrote it.

"You're Miss Ye!"

Yu Wei looked at the woman's side face as she lowered her head and wrote, and the memory that had been sealed for many years was suddenly awakened.

"Recognize me? Little tail, are you afraid? The woman looked up, her eyes as dark as ink.

Little Tail, it's really Miss Ye. The little tail back then was already gray, but Miss Ye was still beautiful, but Yuwei only felt full of joy, "Miss Ye, you moved away later, I went to the alley to find you many times, and later I also opened a shop, and when I named it before the cold, I always felt that you were by your side." ”

"You were twelve, weren't you? The year I moved out? ”

Ye Liang finished writing the check and handed it to him.

Yu Wei waved his hand and said, "How can I ask for Miss Ye's money, this is what I should honor you." ”

If his wife and son had entered the door at this moment, their jaws would have dropped in surprise. Yu Wei looked unstingy in front of his family, and pretended to be elegant and indifferent in front of outsiders, but at this moment, in front of this young woman, he was respectful.

"One yard to one yard, you have lived well over the years, well, I am relieved that the contract is completely completed."

Ye Quan nodded, put the check on the counter, and left with the wooden box.

"Miss Ye, I'...... Can you give me an address? Where do I find you? ”

Ye Yuan stood at the door, smiling and shaking his head, "Little tail, the fate of you and me ended when you were twelve years old." You should not have lived in this world, and at the age of twelve there will be a great calamity. Your mother spent a lot of money asking me to help you survive the disaster, and she and I have already lost both money. When you grow up, you may feel that your mother nagged, an old aristocratic woman, and she was used to being powerful, but in fact, she really loved you back then. She used a lot of money and her soul in exchange for your health and peace. ”

Ye Liang finished speaking and left.

Yu Wei chased out the door to "Ye ......"

"Don't look for me, I hope you are safe and smooth for the rest of your life, and don't have the opportunity to find me in this life."

Yu Wei stood at the door and watched the woman's disappearing back, stunned.

When he was a child, an antique shop called Weihanshi suddenly opened in the alley not far from his house, and the owner was a beautiful woman.

The woman obviously had a natural arrogance, but she was very kind to him, teaching him to write, teaching him to recognize the antiques on the shelves, when he was still young, and did not know that there were many unjust creditors around him, and only waiting for a suitable opportunity to kill him.

His mother always nagged him not to go to the pool, not to learn to ride a bike, not to do this or that, but to go to the antique shop.

In this way, when he was twelve years old, after his twelfth birthday, Yuwei found that he was gone.

He searched all over Beijing but couldn't find the antique shop, the woman who was as white as snow.

Everyone has something hidden in the depths of their memories, and Yu Wei turns her concern into the name of the antique shop. And the woman named Ye Liang has been searching for magic weapons that can collect souls since a certain year.

It's cold and the weather is not cold.

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