Sixty years later, in front of the store at No. 18 Puliu Town East Street, I sat down in front of the door with a tattered notebook. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When I saw this, there were no paragraphs in the book, and the next few pages were scorched by the fire, burning a large hole, and although there were a few fragments, it was impossible to see the original face, and the words on the book were blurred.

I paused, I had been reading the book for so long, I hadn't closed my eyes for a long time, and I felt tired all over my body.

As soon as I put the notes away, when I raised my eyes, a thin, full of vicissitudes of life was reflected in my eyes, looking a little silly, he hunched his back, and some spied on my feelings. I was so startled that I almost fell off the chair.

Seeing that it was a stranger, I glared at him angrily, and seeing that he was a bad old man, and very strange, I scolded him: "You dead old man, you don't say a word when you enter the gate, you want to scare people to death!" ”

The old man, dressed in tatters, with holes the size of birds' eggs in his clothes, and a beard on his face, looked a little white, and when he saw that I had responded, he hurriedly stood aside and said, "You can't collect scrolls here." ”

He asked me, a bit stupid and not rubbish, I looked at him blindly, motioned him to look at the gold sign outside the gate, I said that this place only accepts antiques, nothing else, nothing else, if you want to sell scrolls, go to the mess outside, maybe someone else wants. I expelled this kind of person mercilessly, because he was dressed in tatters, without any decency, and probably a stinky begging for food, and came to my store as a shrew.

After listening to my words, he saw that I didn't collect the scrolls, walked back and forth inside and outside the store, looked around the store with cloudy eyes, saw the tables and antique vases on the platform, and said to me with some confusion: "No, there are so many antiques here, it should be an antique shop!" Why don't you accept antiques? ”

He looked at me with a puzzled mind, his whole face was covered in a layer of fog, and when I saw him like this, I thought he was really an antique seller.

The disgust just now disappeared in an instant, and he immediately saluted him, sat up his stiff body from the Taishi chair, touched his aching buttocks, smiled slightly, revealing a pair of professionalism in buying and selling antiques, spread his hands, and said to him with a smile: "This lord, seeing that you are full of wind and snow, you really have treasures in your hands?" ”

Seeing that I finally responded to him, he smiled at me, put out two calloused hands and walked to the table next to him and sat down, stretched out two fingers and knocked on the table, hesitated for a moment, and felt a strange thing from his body, some dirty, with a little tattered, and said with a smile: "It's not complacent, I came this time to be introduced by an old friend on the road, and he asked me to take this thing to the antique shop at No. 18 East Street in Puliu Town to find the owner of this store." ”

Speaking of this, he paused and continued: "I saw that you were reading a book, and it was not good to disturb you outside the door, so I watched from the side and waited until you finished reading the book before walking in." ”

I saw him finish speaking, a little feeling that he is a guy who runs errands for others, look at the wrinkles on his face, the skin on his face is a little tight, I am afraid that he is over sixty years, do this kind of errand work, run around for people every day, look at the sweat on his face, estimate that he has run a long way, a little tired, he doesn't ask me, there is no etiquette rules, he stretches out his hand, and drinks the tea on the table, and does not take a cup.

As soon as I saw this posture, oops, it was terrible, I guess it was a big man, maybe it was a big boss with a head and a face on the road, and he walked to the opposite side of him and sat down with a bump in his ass, and asked him the reason for the matter.

It turns out that this old man's surname is Zhang, his name is Jiubao, he is a famous treasure-digging figure in the vicinity, he has been in business in the early years, has done business, and has worked in the market for a few years, but due to the turmoil in the market later, this one has come and gone, and he has gone bankrupt after a few years, Zhang Jiubao owes a lot of debts, and he can't pay back the money, so he entered this line of work, and started stealing treasures, and followed a few fox dog friends around him to find treasures.

In the following years, he found a few treasures, made a fortune, married a wife, had a baby, and then in the following decades, his grandchildren jumped up and down...... However, he said this, sighed, and then recounted what happened in the next few decades, because he was old, useless, his legs and feet were inconvenient, his body was weak, and he had no way to go down to the cave, so he could only run errands with others to earn some living expenses. This time, he received a conversation from a brother on the road, and asked him to show the scroll in his hand to the owner of the antique shop at No. 18 East Street, Puliu Town, and explain the reason for the matter.

This shop was opened by my grandfather, as early as 50 years ago, since my grandfather died, this shop is fully managed by my father, however, my father is a businessman who goes south and north, every time he has to go out, as short as half a month to go home, more than half a year, because the business in the market is tight, the sales outside the city is very trendy, my father for his hard work to get the cause, every day to work, often do not go home. So, when I was 17 years old, my dad was too busy with business in the market, so I managed the store.

Zhang Jiubao said about the past, the corners of his mouth trembled obviously, and he spoke a little slurred, and he wanted to stop talking.

I looked at him like this, and I immediately became angry: "Can you tell me the point, what are you doing in my shop?" ”

He touched the scroll in his hand, silently, just like that, he was thinking about something, and the expression on his face was a little unpredictable.

I told him, you and him, mother, don't talk nonsense with Lao Tzu, say something quickly, get out of the way if you have nothing to do, don't hinder me from doing business, if everyone is like you, my store will simply become a supermarket, you can come if you want, you can leave if you want, no one will let you. However, my business still has to be done, and you sit in my shop like this, doing nothing, not selling antiques, and talking to me a lot, talking about things that have nothing to do with antiques, is it a little too immoral for you to do this?

The old man frowned slightly, and when he saw me insulting him like this, he was not angry, but leaned his head to my side and tried his best to keep what he said low: "Actually, hehe! I was introduced by Old Man Yu. ”

He smiled at me, his voice still so low, as thin as a mosquito. As soon as I heard the name Lao Yu, I felt a little nervous, didn't Old Man Yu squat in prison five years ago? How? I thought about it for a while, did this old man Yu come out of prison and confess my previous affairs, and suddenly I was so frightened that my face was dull, my face was a little pale, but I still refused to admit the facts in front of me, and I stammered a little when I talked to Zhang Jiubao in front of me: "Where... Which Lao Yu and who is Lao Yu? I don't recognize? ”

"I know, I understand, you young people are just stupid, you haven't seen anything in the world, you listen to everything like a fart, you see something, there's no cliché at all." He looked up at me with a smile in his eyes. I looked at him and asked, "You and hell, don't fool me, I don't know Lao Yu at all." ”

However, he didn't believe what I said, and continued to be coquettish, saying: "I don't know Lao Yu, then you should know your grandfather!" ”

"Grass, you, grandma's, you don't come here, tell me, what the hell do you mean by coming here!" Even my grandfather knows that this person must be not small, if not, how can he know my grandfather? I was a little puzzled, because there were very few people who knew my grandfather, and even those who knew my grandfather must have been in the coffin for decades now.

That Zhang Jiubao is a person who owes hanging, and told me for a long time, saying that he wants to see my grandfather, but I turn a blind eye to him, I want to see my grandfather, it seems that you have to wait until the next life, or go to the tree to hang yourself, maybe you can see my grandfather, because my grandfather has died twenty years ago, I want to talk to my grandfather, go to Hades to report to find him!

When he saw me scolding him like this, the expression on his face was obviously white and red, and he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but after all, he still had a request for me, so he had to swallow his anger and say: "Then do you have the same scroll as me, the one that the Northeast Yankees snatched away and auctioned in Europe?" ”

I didn't hesitate to find out the truth of the matter directly, and I didn't have to talk to this kind of madman, and said: "I don't have it here, if you want to, go to the antique market outside to dig a few times, maybe the blind cat meets the dead mouse and you get it." ”

But this old man simply ignored what I said, what I said, he said the opposite, always pull some strange things for me, I said east, but he said to the west, I had no choice, so I had to leave a cruel sentence with him: "You crazy old man, if it's okay, get out of this store, don't always disagree with me here, get out!" ”

I wanted to lift him off the stool with my hands, but it happened that the pig boss walked in from outside the door, and he was carrying a dozen pounds of pig's feet on his shoulder. ”

Boss Pig loves to listen to me the most, and this Boss Pig is a good buddy who I have played since I was a child, in the past, I always called me Brother Li, Brother Li is short, I am the same age as him, but the month is three months older than him, so he always calls me brother. His family is very poor, his parents died when he was young, and his uncle raised him single-handedly, because the family conditions are not good, he did not study at a young age, and followed my father to take care of the store in this store.

My words are my father's words, as long as Chrysostom opens, he will be absolutely obedient, I saw him quickly put the pig's feet on the stage, and suddenly stretched out two fat hands to pull up Zhang Jiubao, who was sitting next to me, and hurriedly dragged him out of the door. However, this Zhang Jiubao refused to leave, he was like a stink bug, holding the big pillar outside the store with both hands, looking at me with an unhappy face.

I took a look, this is worth it, I'm the owner of this shop, I want you to go, but you don't leave, are you tired of it?