At less than four o'clock in the morning, He Xiao was woken up by the alarm clock.

It was still dark outside, so he turned on the lights and walked to the cabinet, finding the sports shorts he hadn't worn in a long time.

Dragging out the small suitcase, he took out a thick stack of large solidarities and put them in his satchel.

All ready, he grabbed his flashlight, pushed the door and walked out of the house.

This time he didn't ride the little Suzuki, and he trotted towards the street entrance.

"Hoo ......"

After not exercising for a long time, he ran for a while and felt a little tired.

Fortunately, the street entrance was not far away, and he ran for less than five minutes to arrive.

Holding a flashlight, he shone left and right, and it was dark all around, and he didn't see Han Chunming's figure for a while.

"Han Chunming? Han Chunming? ”

As soon as he shouted twice, He Xiao saw an oil lamp lit up on the side of the road, and he hurriedly ran over.

Han Chunming sat on the tricycle and carried a glass lantern to shine on He Xiao.

Seeing He Xiao's dress, he felt a little strange, "You didn't ride your motorcycle?" Forget it, come up, I'll carry you. ”

"No, you ride three wheels by yourself, and I'll run."

He Xiao jumped vigorously and moved his body.

He didn't just get up so early today to look for old things.

To be honest, after living with Tang Yanling for more than half a month, he suddenly found that his physical strength and spirit had decreased a little, you must know that he is not yet twenty years old this year.

"It's really a bone scraper, you can't be too addicted to it in the future."

Smacking his mouth, he stretched, and trotted away.

Behind, Han Chunming was quite surprised, he boarded the three wheels, and hurriedly followed, "He Xiao, what did you mean by that just now?" You can't be that, right? ”

He Xiao glanced back at him and didn't bother to answer.

remembers that in the play, Han Chunming was forty or fifty years old before he got along with Su Meng.

According to this man's innocence, he must have always maintained his virgin body.

Thinking that He Xiao was quite admired, he shook his head, he adjusted his breathing and sped up.

"Huh?" Seeing this, Han Chunming confirmed his guess even more.

He, a friend of Xiangjiang, must be an abusive master.

"No, I have to watch the two of them, and I can't let Su Meng suffer."

Han Chunming muttered to himself, and he suddenly felt a little sad.

Growing up with Su Meng since he was a child, he knows this woman's character, and he likes to be stronger than himself.

Alas, he can't say good or bad either.

With a sigh, he kicked three wheels hard and hurriedly chased after him.

……

Tangen Xiao City is not far away, He Xiao ran for less than half an hour, and he arrived at the place.

Standing at the intersection, he propped his thighs and gasped for a while.

"Chunming, to ...... When we get to the place, the tricycle is parked here, let's walk over. ”

He Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when Han Chunming put the tricycle away, he took a flashlight and led people into the market.

It would be just after five o'clock, and it would be dark before dawn.

Walking into Tangenxiao City, there are not too many pedestrians.

However, there were quite a few stalls, and when he looked up, there were at least twenty small stalls.

The stalls at the base of the city wall are also quite distinctive, each is seven or eight meters apart, a piece of cloth is spread on the ground, and the objects to be sold are placed, in addition, there is a dim glass lamp on each stall.

This scene and this artistic conception attracted He Xiao at once.

This is not Xiao City, this is a ghost market, a ghost market in the old capital.

The things on the stalls are also dazzling, ancient paintings, porcelain, black jade cans, smoking guns, snuff bottles......

There are so many things, and He Xiao is dazzled.

He looked left and right, and only felt that all these things in the stall were quite suitable.

However, He Xiao is quite self-aware, he knows that if he really wants to buy it according to his own eyes, he will definitely be regarded as a wronged person.

Looking back at Han Chunming, he hurriedly said: "Chunming, you can look at it, pick it, as long as it is what you like, tell your buddy, and I will take it all." ”

“……”

Han Chunming couldn't help but roll his eyes, what he said was like buying everything and giving it to him.

But glancing at the roadside stalls, he was looking forward to it.

The ghost market in this place is the first time he has come, and he doesn't know if he can find good things.

"Don't roll your eyes, count buddy owing you a favor, this is done, right?"

"Hmph, don't go to Su Meng, even if I thank you." Han Chunming was still a little angry in his heart.

With that, he strode towards the nearest stall.

"What are you talking about? I didn't look for her, she found me. ”

"Huh? Flashlight, flashlight for you. ”

He Xiao smiled awkwardly, he hurriedly followed, and handed the flashlight in his hand to Han Chunming.

This guy is looking for things for him, but he can't make a mistake.

When he arrived at the stall, Han Chunming didn't delay, he glanced at it roughly, and then looked at it one by one.

After a while, he held a bamboo carved pen holder and turned around and said: "The pen holder in the early Qing Dynasty looks like a famous handwriting, what do you think?" ”

"It's good, it's good." He Xiao nodded hurriedly.

The pen holder of the early Qing Dynasty, bought it back and put it on your desk, it can be used and can maintain its value, this thing is really good.

When he looked up and saw the stall owner on the other side staring at him tightly, he complained a little in his heart.

Leaning into Han Chunming's ear, he whispered: "If you fancy something, you don't have to ask me, as long as you think it's okay, you can buy it, and I will accept it if the price is two percent higher than the market price." ”

Han Chunming nodded silently.

Holding the bamboo carved pen holder, he asked the stall owner opposite, "How much does this cost?" ”

The male stall owner didn't speak, he directly stretched out his hand.

Han Chunming was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and he reached out and touched it.

"Ho."

He Xiao looked at it strangely, he understood this, it was the "sleeve handle" staged on TV, talking about the price in the sleeve.

After a while, he saw the two of them let go of their hands in satisfaction.

didn't know the price negotiated by the two, so he hurriedly looked at Han Chunming.

"A piece of ten-dollar unity."

He Xiao was stunned for a moment, what kind of "sleeve puller" is used for a big unity, it is not troublesome enough.

He took out a large piece of unity from his satchel and handed it directly to the stall owner.

The stall owner touched the great unity and said happily:

"Comrade, I have a lot of good things in this stall, it's not easy to meet you who knows how to do it, you can take a look again, as long as you like it, I will give you all the cheapest."

Han Chunming shook his head and didn't say anything.

The bamboo carved pen holder was handed to He Xiao, and he turned around and walked to the next stall.

He Xiao immediately understood that this stall was worth buying.

Looking down, he felt a pity in his heart, there was a square inkstone on the stall that protruded into his eyes, but he didn't expect it to be imitation.

"Little comrade, what do you like? You're welcome, I'll give you a cheap price, look at this inkstone, it's from the end of the Ming Dynasty, and it's with the pen holder in your hand. ”

"Forget it, I don't understand this."

He Xiao shook his head, and he hurriedly caught up with Han Chunming.