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I saw that in the inky sky, a scorching sun appeared strangely, and next to the scorching sun was a cold crescent moon. The two violently merged into one, and a loud bang that shattered the sky rang out, and the sun and moon collided to produce a bright, dazzling giant bowl of light, which immediately covered the blood-soaked peak.

Maybe it was a second, maybe it was ten minutes, and the bowl disappeared, and the four people on the peak, who were alive or dead, also disappeared without a trace, as if there had never been these four people on the peak. Only the towering green pines and huge boulders silently told something in the cold wind.

Early in the morning, Wang Yonghuan woke up from his sleep, and was very confused about what happened in the dream, why was the person who appeared in the dream so familiar, and heard that he was also called Wang Yonghuan, why is this?

On this day, from morning to night, Wang Yonghuan has been thinking about everything in the dream, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that something is wrong, and he always feels that everything that happens in the dream is inextricably linked to him.

But if you look for this kind of connection, you don't know where to start? With confusion and doubts, after a hurried dinner, Wang Yonghuan fell asleep early, wanting to find the answer he wanted to know in the dream.

In his sleep, the picture still flashed constantly, for a while for modern white-collar workers, and for a while for ancient knights, Wang Yonghuan felt that the dreams of these two days were more and richer than the dreams he had in the past 16 years combined.

The picture gradually changed, slowly, to more than 20 years later, because he actually saw the wall calendar more than 20 years later, and the time shown on it was June 30, 2014.

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and the street lamps began to glow softly in rows.

"Wang Yonghuan, why is it Wang Yonghuan again?"

In his sleep, Wang Yonghuan's thoughts were weird and involuntarily muttered.

I saw a man with glasses about forty years old, whose appearance was similar to him, but he was fatter than himself. Wearing a very ordinary, jacket, gray-blue trousers, but looking at its quality, it is also an ordinary brand.

No matter from the action or the form, it is 100% an ordinary citizen and an otaku who does not have any leisure and entertainment projects after dinner at night.

Wang Yonghuan himself doubted in his heart, is this himself twenty-five years later? But I also sighed sadly, is it what I look like twenty-five years later? This is too far from my own planning and aspiration goals.

I saw this Wang Yonghuan, who was in his forties, slowly strolling around the famous flea market in Harbin City.

Nanzhi Market is a spontaneously formed freestyle flea market located on the edge of the TP district. In the seven districts and twelve counties of Harbin City, collectors who think they have some good things will slowly gather in the Nanzhi Market to set up stalls after four o'clock in the afternoon to see if they can sell them at a good price.

And some collectors (homes) in the city and even the province will also come here during this time period to see if they can turn their fingers into pure gold and pick up a big leak or something.

Wang Yonghuan walked slowly, watched, and asked about the dazzling and antique items on the ground from time to time.

When he walked to a stall under a bridge pier, the things on the stall immediately caught his eye.

It's not how conspicuous the thing is, it's not how many items there are, but it's only three copper coins that are lonely.

On a one-meter-square cloth of no color, there are three copper coins, and under the copper coins there is an A4-sized white paper that reads: "Three ancestral copper coins, 3,000 yuan, no bargaining."

This aroused Wang Yonghuan's great interest, he squatted down and looked at it, and what was surprising was that the copper coin turned out to be square outside and round inside.

Since there was a copper coin, the shape of the copper coin is the outer circle and the inner square, and he has never heard of it, nor has it been introduced in the book, there are copper coins with the outer square and the inner circle.

After Wang Yonghuan read the copper coin, he looked at the price on the A4 paper. The first impression was that this person was a liar, using a so-called antiquity that had never appeared before to deceive a newcomer who had just debuted.

But if you think about it carefully, it's not right, if it's a scammer who uses copper coins to cheat, he will also choose the old old-fashioned copper coins to set up a stall, and then make up a reason from what ancient tomb ruins he unintentionally picked up, so as to attract some novices to achieve the purpose of cheating money.

He had never seen a new shape of a copper coin that no one had ever seen before, and he had not seen it for a long time, as if it had just been made.

Could it be that there are now new types of scammers? But it's a new deception, and it's not such an idiot type, is it? Anyway, the idle are also idle, just ask.

Looking at the stall, a little over sixty years old, Wang Yonghuan lit a cigarette, squatted down, took a deep puff of smoke, let the taste of tobacco fill the entire lungs, and after intoxicating the aroma of nicotine, he took a long puff of thick smoke, and asked casually: "Big brother, is this copper coin your ancestor?" ”

The old man who set up the stall nodded sullenly, "Hmm."

Wang Yonghuan picked up a copper coin in his right hand, turned it in his hand, looked at the light again, and joked lightly: "No, copper coins have always been round on the outside and square on the inside, and it has always been in such a shape since the Qin Dynasty made money, why is yours outside the square and inside the circle?" Could it be that your ancestors were aliens? ”

The old man's face turned red all of a sudden, and it was like a red cloth under the light, judging from his red face, he looked like an ordinary farmer who was honest and ignorant of affairs, "Big brother, this and this ......"

The stall was talking in a hurry, which made Wang Yonghuan's psychology even more thoughtful. He continued: "Big brother, let's talk about it, how did this copper coin come from, let's talk about it."

The old man who set up the stall thought for a while, and said with a little affection on his face: "Big brother, let's be honest, this copper wire is not my family's, it was picked up by me." ”

Wang Yonghuan had a very unsurprised expression, "I said, how can there be such a shape of copper coin, brother, how did you pick it up, where did you pick it up?" ”

The old man who set up the stall took out a box of cheap white Ganoderma lucidum, handed one to Wang Yonghuan and said, "Come, big brother, give you a cigarette."

Seeing this, Wang Yonghuan immediately took out his hardcover Changbai Mountain, "Big brother, smoke mine, pump mine." ”

On the point of setting up the stall, Xu Heng also added one himself, and took a deep breath, "Big brother, let's talk about it, what's going on." ”

The face of the old man who set up the stall, in the light and dark of the cigarettes, made people feel hazy.

"Hey, how can I say it, my family is in Acheng Pingshan, and I rarely go out of the mountain. But last year's weather was very dry, and the producer's output was pitiful, and even this year's rations were not enough. No way, for the sake of life, this year is the third time since I was born to come out of the mountains to the city, in order to sell something to subsidize the family. ”