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Wang Yi, a classmate of Wayne Primary School. At the same level, and in the same class. Like Wayne, this Wang Yi is also a well-known student in the school. It's just that Wayne is mischievous. And this Wang Yi is because he is bullied all day long.

This Wang Yi was also later changed to his name. When I first went to school, I was still called Wang Fuxiang. Because he speaks in a local dialect with his mouth, his clothes are also patched and patched. Originally, in the late eighties, early nineties, it was not too difficult. Very few urban children still wear clothes with patches.

Therefore, this Wang will be bullied by his classmates all day long. So much so that in the end, the children of the whole school will take pleasure in bullying Wang Yi. Whether it's older than him, or younger than him.

And Wang Yi can be regarded as obedient. At the beginning, I also told the teacher, but the teacher didn't treat this rural child who transferred to the school very much, so it was over. But what came to the king was even more overwhelming. In the end, Wang Yi had to endure such bullying.

When he was in school, although Wayne was mischievous, he would not bully others, although he would not stand out for Wang Yi, and he had never bullied Wang Yi. So in Wang Yi's heart, he has always felt that Wei En is a good person.

Wei En always knew that Wang Yi had a unique skill. When Wang Yi was in class, he used bamboo branches from bamboo brooms and discarded old books to glue paper figures. You can also use an eraser and a knife to carve out a variety of animals. When Wayne went to school, he always wanted to learn this hand from Wang Yi. But Wang Yi said that he would not pay anything.

Later, after Wayne told his father, his father told him that the paper figures were burned to the dead. Wei Encai gave up from then on, and never went to Wang Yi to follow him to learn this craft of dealing with dead people.

In this gloomy alley, meeting old classmates, Wayne really has a feeling of meeting old acquaintances in a foreign country. Moreover, after entering the anti-break game, Wayne seems to be far, far away from his previous life. All kinds of adventures made Wayne almost forget that he was still an ordinary person.

And Wang Yi, who recognized Weien, seemed to be kind when he saw Wang Yi. Whatever he said, he asked Wayne to go to his house and sit down. I'm going to have a good drink with Wayne.

Wayne didn't happen to eat at night, and it was not appropriate to drink this bowl of noodle tea. Since the old classmates warmly invited, if you want to say no, you can't say anything.

As soon as he said go, Wayne followed Wang Yi out of the noodle tea stall. On the way, Wayne also bought two bottles of liquor and a few side dishes. It's just vacuum-packed ham, canned tempeh fish and so on in small shops.

After walking a few steps, Wang Yi took Wayne to the scrap yard where the old woman who was always staring at Wayne before.

Wang Yi shouted at the small * bungalow next to the scrap yard: "Daughter-in-law... My classmate is here... Whole two side dishes, stew the fish... I had a good drink with my classmates..."

"You know... The head of the house...", Wang Yi and his daughter-in-law shouted in the hut. This cottage seems to be the kitchen in the old yard.

Listening to Wang Yi's daughter-in-law's voice, it was very quiet. And the sound is good. Sounds soft* soft. It's like the accent of Sichuan. It's not that Wayne has anything to think about, it's just that Wayne thinks that the person who can make such a voice should be a woman who looks very good.

Wayne couldn't help but think of his wife. Morin, who used to speak, was also soft and soft. Now, though, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the time I used to be. Managers, putterers. It seems destined to become a mortal enemy.

And Alyssa, who is always by Wayne's side now, sometimes makes Wayne feel more like a sister, or a niece. Even daughters. In short, Wayne never thought that Alyssa would be his girlfriend or anything.

Wang Yi dragged Wayne to the main house. The old woman in the kitchen also happened to come out, nodding and smiling at Wayne. Although the smile is still a little eerie. Wayne felt much better than he had seen the first time. Maybe it's because this old woman may be Wang Yi's mother or mother-in-law or something.

Wang Yi didn't mean to introduce it. So he pulled Wayne into the main house. Although the outside of the room was in tatters, there were a lot of broken wine bottles, waste newspapers, and a lot of broken copper and iron. But in this room, there is a different appearance.

Although the white whitewashed walls are a little old, the whole room is well organized. A table of eight immortals is placed in the middle of the north wall, and two Taishi chairs are placed on either side. Although the furniture is simple, it is by no means ordinary. The three pieces of furniture are heavily pulped, and Chen Guang is restrained. At least four or five hundred years old.

Looking at the material of the furniture, authentic purple sandalwood. This kind of red sandalwood is now basically extinct. This was looted by Zheng He in Indonesia and near Malay when he went to the West. Although it was used to press ships at that time, Zheng He was also a eunuch by the emperor's side, and he still knew good things.

So this batch of purple sandalwood is all big wood. Scarring, almost no blemishes. In the process of making furniture, we also try to avoid scars, and specially find smooth and whole pieces of wood to make. Looking at the craftsmanship, these pieces of furniture are probably from the hands of the carpenter emperor, the emperor of the apocalypse, and the Xizong Zhu Youxiao.

Unlike later generations, when furniture was made, there were scars, which was a remnant. Unlike later generations, you have to have a grimace to buy a huanghuali. The small leaf red sandalwood has cow hair lines. If you buy a Huanghuali chair from the Ming and Qing dynasties, if the grimace is on the back of the chair, it must have been made after forty or nine years.

The furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties, these grimaces, scars, lumps and pimples, all of which are hidden on the back, back, and bottom of the furniture. It's just that in modern times, people's appreciative eyes have become unique and distorted. Love this natural deformed beauty. Of course, this is also related to the scarcity of wood in later generations.

In the middle hall behind the table of the Eight Immortals, there is a portrait of the Three Qing Dynasty painted by Zhao Ji of Song Huizong. The characters mentioned in the portrait are the thin gold handwriting of Song Huizong.

On the strip below the portrait, there is a large pot of General Doucai on the left and right. Looking at the style of the instrument, I am afraid that it was fired by the official kiln during the Wanli period. I don't know where the lid on the big jar has gone. Inside the jar are vulgar plastic fake flowers.

Just looking at these few things, Wei En felt that the Wang Yi in front of him had robbed a museum. I'm afraid that any of these things are the treasures of a museum.

Wayne stood in front of the table, staring at the antiques in front of him. It's as if these things can be gone in the blink of an eye.

"Sit, sit," Wang Yi urged Wayne to sit down. I sat on the Taishi chair first.

How dare Wayne sit. These are antiques from hundreds of years. Whichever one is priceless.

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