Zhang Fan wandered aimlessly in the flow of Taobao people, looking left and right at the stalls that came from other places to run the dock.

"Trash!" ……

"Trash!" ……

"Still garbage!" ……

"The current exchange meeting is not as good as a year!" Zhang Fan muttered: "It's all broken bowls and plates that have nowhere to put them." ”

"Ouch, Xiao Zhang, it's early, don't you have any treasures, hehe."

"Morning, haha, just kidding, can you still find treasures at the exchange meeting these years? It's just some garbage. Are you old and old? Take a look in the bag. ”

"A piece of green jade, not much age, hehe."

"Not bad, the imitation of Qianlong workers in the Republic of China! Or Lao Meng, you are amazing, your eyes are like scanners, a few silver? ”

"Hehe, five yuan, it's a little bit of a small residue, it's not a leak." The fat old man named Lao Meng slapped him, a hundred yuan is a dollar in the market, and ten yuan is a dime, if you buy a good value for money, even if you miss it.

"The Hanqing glazed jar you bought last Saturday is good, and the pattern is refreshing. I have a friend who specializes in celadon, ask me to find it, is your jar out? ”

"Hey, where. Ordinary, it's good to be able to go to the Eastern Jin Dynasty. I just fancy a few words under its can, and it's quite rare to have words. I haven't figured out what it means, so let's figure it out, hehe. ”

"Well said, well said. Then I'll take a look at the stalls in front of me. Lao Meng nodded.

"Please, see you later." Zhang Fan owes himself and gives way, and rubs shoulders with Lao Meng.

Continue to move forward unhurriedly, squatting down from time to time to pick up an object to see, then shaking his head and putting it down.

This Zhang Fan was originally the attending doctor of a hospital in the city, and graduated from an old traditional Chinese medicine college in N City next door five years ago. returned to his original place of residence and was introduced to a tertiary hospital. With a few points of jishu in the class, and a little down-to-earth, he was admitted to the main treatment. But this kind of good luck seems to have come to an end, because Zhang Fan believes in Buddhism on weekdays, often eats fasting and recites scriptures, regards himself as a good person, and never wants to receive rebates from medicine.

At the beginning, this guy's new face, with his good temperament to be kind to others, is also fine. But after a long time, how do you know that people are good and some people are jealous, you must know that the rebates given by those medical representatives have indicators, such as how many departments in a certain secondary hospital, how many departments in a tertiary hospital, all have a certain amount, you don't accept it, someone will collect it for you. Besides, other doctors have taken it, but if you don't take it, you will be slandered, and after a long time, I know that this kid has no background in this hospital, so he is let go and excluded. Naturally, big hats, small shoes, and dark nails are in harmony like a spring breeze. As a result, the good man became the wicked, and the wicked man was angry and resigned and left.

Since being harmonized by the hospital, with a hobby he cultivated when he was a child - collecting, he often comes and goes with the antique market, and Zhang Fan is also at ease. I got coins from a young age, and my family was in the jade gemstone business, first I learned jade identification with others, and then in the training course held in the provincial museum of N city during the university, I got acquainted with several museum staff of the archaeology department of the same age, and practiced porcelain, ancient jade, bronze miscellaneous and other identification knowledge. Although he is not sophisticated, he is not an expert in archaeology, but just goes to the market to Taobao, and has a large number of cultural relics in the collection of learning experience, which is much higher than ordinary sellers and collectors in the antique market. It's just that only the word painting paper piece is not allowed to get started, and I want to practice calligraphy when I was young, but I don't have a talent for this way, and I can only stay in the appreciation stage, which is quite a pity.

Therefore, with these experiences, Zhang Fan set up a shop in the city's antique city and started an antique business. It's also that this kid is not prosperous, and this self-collection and doing business are definitely two different things. If you want to be unique with a little vision and have a few collections in your hand, you want to open a store, and there is obviously a lack of heat. What is this collectibles market? It's a mixed market of three religions and nine streams! You can't get around in that corner of the hospital, and you still want to mess around in the big dye vat of the rivers and lakes? He is a kind person, how can he be such an opponent of the old rivers and lakes who often run the docks everywhere.

It didn't take long for a few old customers who had worked hard to cultivate to be poached. Zhang Fan still doesn't understand, how can those rich people see that they are full of old goods, and they just buy new things from those old rivers and lakes? As everyone knows, he Xiao Zhang is already a novice who doesn't know anything in the circle of rich people who often visit the market.

Speaking of which, some officials want to ask, is Xiao Zhang really an "onion"? haha！ Of course not, this kid doesn't have much social experience, but he doesn't have the ability to learn, and he is on the right path. The Ming and Qing dynasties, the ancient kiln mouth is divided into the door Qing, and there are many kinds of specimens. Jade is a strong point, although there is no amazing rarity, but the Ming Dynasty Su made, there are a few pieces of fine products in the Qing Dynasty, and there are many other Qing Dynasty and Republic of China products. No matter which market you go to in the country, it can be regarded as a store that sells old goods and has goods. Supposedly, business should be good, right? But this guy has committed the old problem of offending people in the hospital again - different streams and filth! That's what kind of line, the antique market refers to buying fakes and selling fake lives, and buying real goods is not an antique supermarket, and you still use your eyesight to haode people Taobao.

If you sell the real thing, it must be the real thing?! Who said, how many years has Uncle Ben been open like this, this Spring and Autumn Sheep Fat Jade Pendant will be fake, and experts at a certain level have recognized it! It only sold you for 50,000 8, and this thing is at least a million on the big auction, and it's expensive! You go to Xiao Zhang's shop and take a look, how much are his broken things?! There is no reason, there are too few experts who understand the goods in this world, like Xiao Zhang's kind of stall can fool people by picking a few broken things, and no one recognizes the old goods that we go to the big families in the capital to grind!

Only a few folk connoisseurs in the antique shop who are 800 lanes of old goods have more dealings with Xiao Zhang. But none of these old guys are old people. If you really have eyesight, can you still make money? The rich and eyeless have already made the old rivers and lakes faint. These days, the real thing still has to be sold in a flicker! It's only been a little more than a year, and it's a little unsustainable for this store to open.

Turning back and talking about Xiao Zhang, he went all the way down and stopped in front of a stall. This stall owner is also an old face, a native of S City, who often goes to the countryside to shovel land. There are some goods in hand, especially old gold and silverware, and some old miscellaneous items of the Republic of China.

Zhang Fan squatted down and noticed a lacquerware jewelry box with luodian inlay, the decoration was still a little exquisite, but there were a little residues on two corners, which was a pity.

Because this stall is near the corner, there are not many people around, but they are all insiders, but there are two people who take a fancy to it, but they only feel a little crippled, and the price is not very comfortable. Zhang Fan flipped through a few pieces of old silverware and played with a pair of gilded crested hairpins. waited for those few to put down the jewelry box, and then slowly asked the price of the hairpin, and then took an old jade flower at random and asked this and that. After grinding for a few minutes, my hand casually slipped into the jewelry box.

As soon as I picked it up, I only heard the sound of "Grad" in the box, as if a small thing was slipping. He asked, "Is there any color in there?" ”

The boss was paying attention to others, but he didn't understand, and replied casually: "Just those two corners are a little broken, and they are so haode, I want to keep all the products for myself." And at this price. ”

"I think there's something in there." Zhang Fan repeated again, because the antique shop didn't ask clearly, he couldn't get started casually.

"No, it's empty, there were a few emerald flowers before, and they were sold early." The stall owner replied.

"Why is it loud? It can't be that the panel inside is falling off, right? Zhang Fan hurriedly put down the box.

The stall owner hurriedly picked it up and opened it: "It's impossible, it's all connected, not even a seam, damn it, it won't be broken by those two people just now!" ”

Zhang Fan clapped his hands: "I just picked it up, and I didn't move." ”

The stall owner opened it and said, "Hey, good haode, you can play with me." You see. ”

Zhang Fan saw that it was indeed very smooth inside, and the pulp was also beautiful, so he took it: "I heard the sound just now, but I heard it wrong." Holding it and shaking it gently, there was a sound of "Grad", and this time the stall owner also heard: "Huh? What's going on. ”

Zhang Fan gently pulled a small drawer in a box, but there was nothing. But it made a sound. Zhang Fan knew that the small drawers of this kind of jewelry box were very delicately made and could be pulled out. Then he pulled it out slowly. There was really nothing in the drawer, but a silver ring came out of the drawer lattice.

The stall owner took it and said, "There's really something, why haven't I seen it before." ”

Zhang Fan smiled: "I guess it's caught in the crack of the drawer." ”

The stall owner checked it, nothing special, not inlaid or not: "Hehe, a silver ring, a false alarm." You're going to buy that pair of hairpins, so I'll give them to you. After speaking, he handed it to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan took it, but his heart suddenly became hot, as if the ring came from his finger through the palm of his hand. As a doctor, he didn't care, thinking that one of the nerve endings in his finger was cramping.

But he didn't know that this connection would be the beginning of his strange experience, which was magnificent, difficult and strange, and even nine deaths, after all, it was a blessing or a curse, and it was a blessing or a catastrophe that was difficult to tell!

"Cut, so light, what silver, aluminum." Zhang Fan said with a smile.

"Hehe, I'll give it to you anyway." The stall owner was a little embarrassed on his face: "I didn't ask for money, I don't care what it does." ”

Zhang Fan accepted the ring, took the jewelry box and looked at it carefully, and then bargained with the stall owner, but the stall owner saw that so many people had seen it, so he naturally bit his bite and didn't let go. Zhang Fan sighed and picked up the pair of hairpins, this time the stall owner was refreshing, it is estimated that this hairpin is neither practical nor can be furnished, although the quality is good, there are not many people who want it. Three dollars and eight cents were sold.

After leaving the stall owner, I walked around the market for half an hour, bought a pair of small dishes of blue and white flowers and birds in the late Ming Dynasty, and saw that the time was more than nine o'clock in the morning, and then went back to my shop to make a pot of tea, and waited for a few old friends to chat. The antique market on Saturdays is always lively, and today is the monthly exchange meeting, and there are more people than usual who walk from south to north to run the pier. On the contrary, the shops in the market are much quieter than the market outside. People are out looking for treasures.

Taking advantage of this quiet moment, Zhang Fan picked up a few things he was looking for and studied them carefully. Although the two small plates are all products, but the scribbled pattern painting is a general product in the late Ming Dynasty, a little old, but not worth a few dollars. The pair of hairpins is quite exquisite, silver, gilt is not all faded, the blue kingfisher feathers are quite complete, such a craft of silver products is very rare, generally kingfisher feathers are not decent. However, most people don't like it very much, they can't play with it, they can't be furnished, and it's not practical. Zhang Fan took it back with the intention of making it into a picture frame, which could be hung on the wall for decoration.

Zuihou took out the ring, in fact, as soon as he saw it, Zhang Fan liked it a little, as if he felt quite fateful as the industry said. After getting started, Zhang Fan'a was sure that it was not silver, so light, of course, even if it was silver, it was not worth anything, otherwise how could the stall owner give it away.

But when I looked closely, I always felt that there seemed to be a layer of luster flowing on this ring. Yes, it's flowing, as if the ring is empty and has a silver liquid in it. On the inside of the ring, there are a few words that I can't read clearly. At first, Zhang Fan thought it was the stamp of the old silver number that used to make silverware. If you look closely, it's not like words. Moreover, a closer look can see a little strange, according to the old silver craft in the past, the head and tail of the ring are put together, this is the head and tail are connected as a whole, and the old silver rings are wide and narrow, and this is the same width. Only modern craftsmanship is like this, then the inside should be printed with the symbol "925" sterling silver.

Zhang Fan took out a small magnifying glass with a white light, and looked at the inside of the ring with his eyes, carefully figuring out the symbols. The enlarged symbols are much clearer, there are four on one side, a cross, a swastika, a star and moon symbol, and one is actually a Taoist yin and yang fish! On the other side is a horizontal 8 "∞"!

"The Four Great Religions!" Zhang Fan snorted. "How did it get printed?" Several symbols are only shallow glyphs on the metal surface, no wonder they can't be seen clearly. Even in modern silver rings, the 925 logo is engraved on the inside. "Sure enough, it's a fake, something made of aluminum skin, and it also makes the symbols of the four major religions as a gimmick." The "∞" symbol, Zhang Fan also recognized, should be the meaning of infinity in mathematical symbols, but since the other side is the symbol of the four major religions of Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, and Taoism, this "∞" should also represent the cycle of life and death.

Zhang Fan casually put the ring on his index finger, which was not big or small, and he always felt a little strange in his heart. Just as he was thinking about it, there was a slip on the ring. Zhang Fan rubbed his eyes, there was nothing unusual on the ring, "Maybe it's because I've been watching under the light for a long time, and my eyes are a little spent." Zhang Fan took off the ring and put on another finger. The strange thing is that the ring is not big or small, and it is just put on. "No, my fingers are the same thick." I put on my little finger again, and it's just right. "It was made for me." Just as he was about to take off the change of thumbs, a man ran in.

"What are you up to? Xiao Zhang: "Someone came to say hello.

"Xiao Wang, what are you looking for so early?" Zhang Fan looked up and saw that it was his friend Xiao Wang, who liked jade, and was still the moderator of the jade version of a certain collection network, but his eyesight was average. There are a few old goods in hand, and most of them are new workers, and they are still treasures.

"Why, got a little gadget, you see." Xiao Wang handed over a jade piece three or four centimeters long, "What age do you see?" There was a bit of pride in his eyes.

Zhang Fan knew it at a glance, and pretended to play with it for a while. smiled and replied: "The material is good, Xinjiang." It's hard to say how old you are, but looking at this shape and pattern, it looks like it was from the Warring States. But ......" Zhang Fan dragged out a long note.

Sure enough, Xiao Wang said anxiously: "That's it, Lao Gu still said that he is not old." Look at how good this jade is, unearthed from a typical tomb, a sight! Look at this pulp, how natural this workmanship is! It's a pity that it's broken, but the complete device is still available! ”

Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing, knowing that it was useless to say anything, in fact, this thing was at most an imitation of the late Qing Dynasty, or a fragment. So the topic was diverted: "What do you think of this ring?" With that, he handed over the ring. Xiao Wang was still chattering about the key points of Gao Guyu's identification.

"Oh, the silver ring, an old thing from the Republic of China." Xiao Wang lowered his eyes. After taking it, he turned it over to the side and looked: "It's so light, it can't be aluminum, right?" Oh, and there's still a word in it, a silver number? I can't see clearly, I don't pull a few secrets, it's useless. As he spoke, he put a sleeve on his finger, the little finger was too wide, and the other fingers were too narrow to fit.

"Come, tea." Zhang Fan took out a small cup that only drank kung fu tea, picked up the teapot and scalded it with some water. It was full again, and made a gesture of please. Xiao Wang sat down and tapped his fingers on the table twice, which was regarded as thanks.

The two chatted for a while. Another friend came to the store to greet him, and Xiao Wang took his Warring States jade piece to the visitors to admire as usual, and it was another discussion of ancient jade. Then the new one took out another treasure, and he boasted about it.

A few friends came and went, each offering treasures, touting each other, during which there were true and false. Zhang Fan is used to seeing this kind of scene, and he is perfunctory.

Zhang Fan also looked at each other's things, and it was strange to say that the ring, except for Zhang Fan, who was easy to wear, no one else could put it on, either too big or too small. And every man saw that the ring was dull and unremarkable. But it is not only the master's thing, but it is also nonsense, but the nonsense of the late Qing Dynasty of the Republic of China. There is one who blows his head, and even cites the scriptures to pull the things of the Song and Yuan dynasties, seeing that only Zhang Fan is good to wear, he actually fooled around about fate, checked the qi and looked at the appearance, thinking that Zhang Fan's marriage was coming, which attracted a piece of haha, and they all ridiculed Zhang Fan.

After opening the tea in four or five days, at noon, the tea set was removed, and the small restaurant next to the market shouted for wine and food. Everyone already knew, and they persuaded and did not force it.

The wine is hot, and it blows the cowhide for an afternoon. At the end of the evening, the crowd gradually dispersed.

After proofing in the market, Zhang Fan came to his parents' residence, because today was the weekend, he went to the old house to visit the old couple as usual.

Zhang Fan's parents were workers in a state-owned factory, and his father also loved to pound some jade, and after the factory's efficiency declined, he was laid off, so he simply scraped together some principal and started a jade business, and did it for a few years. When his wife saw it, she felt that there was a drama in this business, so she bought out her seniority in advance and went to the sea with her husband. Not to mention, with a woman in charge, the business is different, the wife saw that her husband liked to collect Xinjiang jade, and did not stop, but changed the variety of business, and went directly south into the jade back, sure enough, the husband made it much easier, and the good goods were not hidden, so it was smooth for several years. At its most beautiful, he opened a large jewelry store of more than 100 square meters in the commercial street in the city center. That was the time when Zhang Fan entered the hospital and was admitted to the main treatment.

However, it was the flat land disaster that caused the store to suffer a theft, and a very trustworthy salesperson usually got up early and opened the door at night, and the store key was also equipped with her. As a result, the salesman met an idle boyfriend, and I heard that he was also taking drugs. As a result, the key was stolen and millions of jade jewelry were lost. The guy ran away without a trace, and by the time he was caught, the stolen money had already been squandered.

The couple was so angry that they were sick for several months, but fortunately, Zhang Fan was a doctor and served the two elders wholeheartedly, and they were all right. I had to start over, and I still worked a small façade.

The disaster is not a one-way street, but in half a year, Zhang Fan was ostracized and resigned. The couple had to smile bitterly: "Fortunately, I helped you buy the wedding house, otherwise it would be troublesome for you to get married." ”

Zhang Fan knew that his parents were worried about his marriage and didn't want to make his parents angry, so he proposed to move to a new house alone. The couple couldn't resist him, so they agreed, but asked him to come home every weekend.

During dinner, Zhang Fan told some interesting stories in the market, and his parents usually nagged about getting married early. Before leaving, the mother felt sorry for her son, and quietly stuffed some money into him, and kept admonishing him. Zhang Fan agreed with a wry smile, and then took the car back to his community.

As soon as he entered the door of the community, a black dog suddenly came out and barked at Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan knew this black dog, this dog often haunts the vicinity of this community, Zhang Fan often laughs at this dog as if he is patrolling this community.

The security guard at the gate of the community took a broom to drive away, and the dog tilted his head to look at Zhang Fan for a while, whined a few times like a threat in his mouth, and then turned around and ran away with his head in his head.

The security guard said: "Usually this dog never barks, what's wrong today?" Zhang Fan shook his head, thanked him, and walked towards his house.

In fact, Zhang Fan also raised a dog himself. This dog has a bit of a history. It was given by the old monk master in the temple that he had become acquainted with before. It is said that this dog was picked up by the old monk outside on a thunderstorm, and his eyes were not opened when he picked it up, and the strange thing is that there was neither a female dog nor a family next to him, and he didn't know where it came from. Later, when Zhang Fan went to the temple, the old monk asked him to bring it back because there was no meat in the temple and it was difficult to feed it, and he also gave him a string of prayer beads that he had brought.

Zhang Fan saw that the rosary string was worn out for a long time, so he disassembled it and made two bracelets and put them on his own Buddhist case. The dog was brought home with the litter, and later moved with him to a new house. The dog usually barks low, so Zhang Fan calls it "Jed" according to its barking.

Zhang Fan lives on the top floor, and when he bought this house, he also had an attic on the roof, and the upstairs and downstairs were also spacious. There are two bedrooms downstairs and two rooms upstairs, with a bathroom and a large terrace.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the dog ran over with a puff of smoke, whining and whining, rubbing his trouser legs, and circling around. Zhang Fan also took a little effort for this pet, he was often outside, and he was afraid that the dog would be bored at home, so he made a small movable door on the inner door and the anti-theft door to facilitate it to enter and exit by itself. Jade is quite well-behaved, always going outside to and pee by himself, and it is difficult to pee for it and run to the sixth floor.

Maybe this Jed is related to the Buddha, and the rest of the family doesn't like it, and prefers to nest under the Buddha's case. Zhang Fan couldn't do it, so he let it and made a small nest under the Buddha case in the living room. Inside is a round stone nest. According to the old monk, when he picked up the dog, he lay down in this stone nest and brought it back with the stone nest.

Zhang Fan entered the house and folded his hands in front of the Buddha case and bowed, and at the moment he bowed his head, the Ming Dynasty silk thangka embroidered with the image of Master Tsongkhapa hanging on the wall behind the Buddha case was windless and automatic. For a time, the painting seemed to be a surging prison water, a raging karmic fire, a swaying lotus platform, and King Kong looking sideways. When Zhang Fan raised his head, everything was calm again.

Jade wagged his tail and grabbed a pet toy bone and looked at his owner with blank eyes. Zhang Fan picked up the bone and threw it away, Jade screamed happily, ran over and bit it fiercely. After a while, he came running with a bone in his mouth.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand to touch Jed, and in his eyes, a trace of flow on the ring on his hand was smooth, and Jed seemed to be burned, and jumped back with a whimper. He grinned and whined, revealing an attack. Zhang Fan saw it really this time, and sat up suddenly. Jed was startled, turned around and ran into the room with his tail between his legs. Zhang Fan felt strange in his heart, so he took off the ring and looked at it carefully, but found no abnormality.

"Am I dazzled again?" Muttered to himself and walked straight up to the attic.

The room in the attic is like a collection room, with an old chandelier from the 20s hanging on the spire, and a row of Qing Dynasty wenge wood shelves facing the door, half of the various collections and half of the books. Close to the south floor-to-ceiling low window spread a couch, next to a Ming-style cherry wood kang table, a book against the wall on the table, a piece of painting felt next to the book, a table lamp with a magnifying glass on the felt, scattered under the lamp more than a dozen pieces of porcelain, jade, and a few small miscellaneous pieces, and next to it is a set of tea sets.

Zhang Fan cleaned up the table, sat cross-legged on the couch, turned on the lamp, approached the magnifying glass, and looked at the ring carefully. It didn't matter what he looked at, he was so frightened that he screamed, and the ring in his hand fell on the table, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his forehead was cold and sweaty.