I took a deep breath and pushed him away. I know that in such a celebratory situation, I shouldn't have said anything unhappy. I also pushed Ren Qiancang away, took his hand, and said: "Ren Qiancang, I want to spend the 30th night and the first day of the new year here, and go to our small courtyard from the second to the fourth day of the junior high school, which is also our home." There are also some old gentlemen in the museum, you will also visit during the Chinese New Year. Although you are the boss, they have worked for the collection for so many years, and they are also your elders. By the way, what time is that auction taking place? ”

"The eighth day of the first month."

"Well, then I'm going to buy new clothes as soon as possible. I don't have a dress for this kind of weather. I don't know what to wear. By the way, I think so, in a few days I will use the excuse of being bored at home and call Fei Yi over. She'll definitely be able to give me a little guidance. ”

Ren Qiancang didn't speak, but nodded lightly, no matter what I said, he agreed.

There's not much to say about this year. It snowed lightly on the 30th night, and I was expecting to set off fireworks, but it didn't happen. There are many people who come to visit our big courtyard to pay New Year's greetings, and there are a few of us who go around to pay New Year's greetings. The Ye family is our first stop on our way to New Year's greetings.

In the Ye family, I met a wealthy family with a completely different style. Zuo Qiaoting held up an obvious big belly and made us soup. Mother Ye sat beside me, holding my hand, and said how good Zuo Qiaoting was and how bad Qin Dan was. He also said that I should give birth to one earlier.

The Ye family also has a special cook, but I heard that after Zuo Qiaoting came over, she often cooked. Nor those pampered tempers. made Mother Ye, who had been pointed at by Qin Dan's pregnancy before, like it very much.

Zuo Qiaoting also took advantage of her free time after dinner to tell me a very important thing. Dressed in a thick cashmere maternity dress and carrying a delicate milk glass, she led me to the large balcony on the second floor. Seeing that there was no one around, he said to me: "Shangshang, when do you plan to carry out the resurrection of Ren Qiancang?" ”

"There was weather request. Ren Qiancang said that as long as it is May and June, there must be 15 consecutive days of sunny days, and it is only possible in May, June, July and August. And watch out for thunderstorms. ”

"Ye Cheng is back, isn't he? I also listened to what Ye Yan said. This year has not been good, Ye Yan is busy looking for Ye Cheng outside every day. The focus is on your neighborhood. Ah Bao said that in Ye Cheng's situation, coming back would be revenge. He just hopes to find Ye Cheng as soon as possible, no matter what method he uses, if he burns it directly, he can it. If Ye Cheng's appearance was seen by his mother, he wouldn't have had a heart attack directly. ”

"Hmm."

"What are you?" Zuo Qiaoting never got angry when she spoke to me again, "Now we can deal with Ye Cheng, only Ren Qiancang." ”

"Bao Ye ......"

"Po, forget it. I don't know him yet? If Ren Qiancang wants to be resurrected and become a normal person, then who will deal with Ye Cheng at that time? I'm just giving you a reminder, watch for yourselves. ”

After Zuo Qiaoting finished speaking, she turned around and went downstairs. My brow was furrowed all the time, and what she said was practical. If it really comes to that time, you can only test Bao Ye alone. If there is any accident, we may all be killed by Ye Cheng. It's just that after such a long time, where will Ye Cheng be?

The auction for the eighth day of the new year has finally arrived, and the venue is in the hall on the first floor of the Ren Family Collection.

I heard from Bao Ye that this event was very big. Because the location is in the Tibetan Museum, where there are many things and special nature, the Tibetan Museum temporarily rented a security team of 20 people, and let everyone start working overtime after the second year of junior high school. Even his four classmates had to work overtime.

On the eighth day of the new year, I wore a black coat and loose my hair, also to keep warm. She wears a thick woolen skirt and a pair of low boots.

When Ren Qiancang was at home, he kept saying, why don't I wear long boots? I also said that no one would wear long boots on this occasion. But he still said it several times, for fear that I would be cold.

When I went to the museum, I realized that I was really the most dressed. Fei Yi also came, wearing a low-necked black lace skirt, a large beige coat, and black pumps. I dare say she must have worn warm underwear underneath, or she would have worn it like this, and it would be strange that she didn't die cold.

Ren Qiancang still took my hand, walked to the booth, the corner behind him, and whispered: "You are sick, don't compare with them." ”

In the corner at the back of the booth, there is a square table and two Taishi chairs, which look like they are some years old. That's the main seat. We can sit here and see everyone in the audience, and we can see the auction. But if you don't pay attention, you won't see this corner.

There are a lot of security guards standing in the collection today, some of whom I don't know, and I think they were hired temporarily. These hired security guards do all the work on the façade. For example, stop the car, open the door, check the invitation card at the door, stop the reporter or something. The original security guards were in charge of the security of the collection at the rear.

Yuan Xue wore the uniform of the Tibetan Museum and served us tea, and even the teacup was an ancient piece.

The layout of the venue is also antique. It feels like a small teahouse in the heyday of the Qing Dynasty, where everyone sits down to eat peanuts, drink tea, and watch a play.

The auctioneer came up, a man about fifty years old, and the collector handed down a pamphlet introducing the auction items in an orderly manner. Some of them really understand, so they watch them seriously, and some of them just come to have a good time, and they are chatting in a low voice.

I also got the booklet and looked at the nine pieces of the auction tonight, including screens from the Ming Dynasty and bracelets from the tombs of the Tang Dynasty. I don't know about antiques, so I just look at it and look good. But on the last page of the album, I saw a crutch, the one that had fallen beside the coffin. My heart is so hairy.

Half an hour later, the auctioneer began to tell the origin of the collection. The old house was burned, and this became a selling point. He was living vividly on stage, and when he expressed his grief at the burning of the Ren family's old house, the half-grown boy in the audience suddenly rushed to the stage, grabbed the microphone, and said: "I took the last advertisement of Mrs. Ren holding the photo of the ghost head. I accidentally photographed it while climbing a tree! He! Ren Qiancang! It's not human at all! Some time ago, he was also photographed in the eyes by gossip reporters. His eyes are cat's eyes...... Let go! Let me finish! Let go! Ren Qiancang ......"

After a few seconds of farce, two security guards held him, covered his mouth, and dragged him down.

It had only been a few minutes before and after this incident, and the microphone had already fallen to the ground. Two cameras in the back have also filmed the whole process.

My heart froze, it was all happening so fast. Some of the guests began to talk about the pictures from some time ago. Of course, these rich people don't ask them face-to-face like those little gossips.

I quietly looked at Ren Qiancang, who was still smiling and drinking tea. The auctioneer finally came to his senses and picked up the microphone and continued what he had just said. Soon it was time for the auction.

At the beginning, I saw one of the original security guards of the Tibetan Museum coming over, leaning down, covering his mouth with his hands, and saying something in Ren Qiancang's ear. Ren Qiancang replied in a low voice: "Reception room." ”

I thought to myself, he should have said that he should have sent the boy to the reception room on the second floor. Ten minutes later, when everyone's attention was drawn to the fierce auction, I quietly stood up and turned to leave. Ren Qiancang asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?" His eyes were still on the auction ahead.

I said, "Bathroom." ”

I walked slowly backwards, without arousing suspicion from others. However, I didn't go to the bathroom, but went straight to the second floor. I thought there would be a security guard on it, but when I came up, it turned out to be Bao Ye and his four classmates. They are all members of the museum, and they should all wear the uniform of the museum at such a large-scale event. But now the five boys standing in front of the reception room are not in uniform, but in civilian clothes, and they are all still smoking cigarettes.

Everyone knows that the museum is non-smoking.

Before I could speak, I was pulled by Bao Ye to the window over there, much farther away from the door here. "What are you doing? Why do you smoke here? I said in a low voice.

"What are you doing here? Aunt Merchant. ”

"I'm coming to see the boy. He should be Miao Miao's classmate, a junior high school student! ”

"What about junior high school students? He knew too much. ”

My face sank: "So what do you want?" Kill him? This is a society governed by the rule of law! ”

"I didn't think about killing him, but your husband does." He looked over there and said, "You don't care about it. Now all five of us are not wearing uniforms, and it looks like we are students too. Even if this matter has nothing to do with the museum, let's just say that we have a grudge with him, and we just have to keep him here. Go down. ”

I looked at the reception room in embarrassment, and I could see that the boy had been beaten, and now he was sitting on the floor, his head drooping. No matter how powerful the fight is in junior high school, he is a poke in front of these college students.

I hesitated and didn't go down, but I saw Ren Qiancang walking up, he went directly into the reception room, and the boys made way for him.

Bao Ye and I also walked over, and Ren Qiancang stretched out his foot to kick the boy on the ground, and said, "Amazing! I can rush to the stage. It's also a shame that the security guards who guard the door today are not the original security guards, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to enter the door. ”

He squatted down, pinched the boy's neck with one hand, lifted the boy up, and let him face Ren Qiancang, Ren Qiancang said, "Is it cool?" It's cool enough to be watched by so many people today. Didn't you say I was a ghost? Well, there is no legal code for ghost killing. I'll kill you first, and I won't be responsible anyway. If you want to blame it, you know too much. With that, he lifted the boy up. When the boy's feet left the ground, he began to struggle in horror.