Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Nancheng, the provincial capital of Guangdong Province, was a city where tradition and fashion intersected, old-fashioned and lively collided. The city was located in the southern part of the continent. Every time there was a change of dynasty, people from the Central Plains who wanted to avoid war would come to this area. After thousands of years, the cultural essence that had been accumulated here allowed this area to preserve the most traditional and ancient culture and customs, unlike the capital, which was either the life of migrant workers, the nouveau riche, or even the life of a foreign race. Therefore, the life of the people in Nancheng was also different from that of other people. They had the busiest figures and the most leisurely times, unlike some cities in the north, where leisurely time belonged to some people and busy figures belonged to others.
There was an exception to everything. There was one person in Nancheng's Xiushan Road, Sandeli, who was not busy but had leisurely time.
A delicate young man. Unfortunately, he was a young man who only knew how to smile.
It was last summer when a young man in a military coat suddenly appeared in an alley. Every morning at around eight o 'clock, the young man would carry a small folding stool and sit under the mango tree at the fork in the road, facing the east. He smiled at everyone who came over, but it was limited to a smile, because he never talked to anyone, and no one had ever heard him speak. Perhaps he felt that talking was too tiring, so it was better to smile. At first, there were some nosy old ladies who wanted to ask him some gossip, but found that he only smiled and did not say a word, so they could only give up. At noon, the sun was big, and he would walk back to the rented room on the first floor of the sixth building to rest. In the afternoon, the sun was in the west, and he never came out at night.
No one knew what his surname was, what his name was, where he came from, where he went, why he looked like this. No one knew anything. They only knew that he was not aggressive or aggressive. Even if sometimes his hair was a little long and his beard was a little messy, as long as they saw his harmless smile, they did not care. Over time, this signature smile became a scenery in Sandeli.
The people of Sandeli, according to the fashion, gave him a nickname: Brother Smile.
Brother Smile lived in a small room on the first floor of the sixth building, which was converted from a utility room. The area was not large, about 20 square meters, and there was a small kitchen and bathroom. The entire first floor of the sixth building was of the same structure. Usually, it was rented out to migrant workers who came to South City to work. The rent was cheap, and each family had one room with a kitchen and bathroom. It was very popular.
Smiley Bro's rental room was very simple. There was a 1.2 meter iron bed, a bamboo mahjong mat on the bed, and a thin quilt piled at the head of the bed. There were no cabinets, no sofas, and no household appliances. There was a small coffee table beside the bed with a plastic cup and a PVC food tray on it. There was an automatic screen door at the entrance that was never locked.
A northern couple lived next door to Brother Xiao Xiao. They sold steamed buns and bread on the streets. Every morning, the northern couple would put six big meat buns or big steamed buns in Brother Smile's food tray and fill his plastic cup with water. This was Brother Smile's food for a day. Smiley Bro would eat one at a time and eat it six times. After that, he would sleep. He knew that when he woke up there would be six loaves of bread.
This kind of life was what many people yearned for. Although they could not reach the level of reaching out their hands and opening their mouths, at least they did not have to worry about food and clothing. If they also had a computer to surf the Internet, they would basically be no different from most otakus. It was just that the traditional otakus would only sprint on the Internet and not sit under the mango tree.
Brother Smile's surname was Chen Weizheng, and his name was Chen Weizheng. He was a student of the Department of Economics and Management at South City Yixian University. He came from the neighboring Red River Province and was a typical farmer's son.
In the first three years of university, he was very normal like all the other university students. What was different was that he performed well in school and had good grades. Not only did he join the party, but he had also completed the credits he should have in the first three years of university. In other words, in his senior year, as long as he did not fail the compulsory courses, it did not matter if he went to school or not.
During the summer vacation at the end of his junior year, he did not return to his hometown. He wanted to find a relatively stable job in South City. Not only could he do it during the summer vacation, but he could also do it during his senior year. People had to earn their own living!
The story happened on the way back from the job search.
It was a hot summer day. Chen Weizheng was returning from an interview at a recruitment company and passed by Li Wan Plaza. Seeing that it was still early and that there was nothing to do at school, he wandered around the plaza.
Not long after that, he found a super talented northerner peddling antiques.
It was unclear whether it was a superpower or an actual storage space, but the northerner was carrying all kinds of things on him. From big ones like Hubilie's Yuan Qing Flower to small ones like Nurhaci's snuff bottle, he had everything. Chen Weizheng did not have much money on him, and he was not afraid of being scammed. He thought it was fun, so he listened to the antique master.
Northerners had always been more fluent in language than southerners, and this antique master was no less fluent than Zhao Benshan. Chen Weizheng was impressed by the man's skills.
"Young man, take a look at this." The northerner took out a snuff bottle. Chen Weizheng had not seen something like this before, so he leaned over to take a closer look.
"Look at this design, it's a fashion from the Qing Dynasty."
Chen Weizheng had not lived in the Qing Dynasty, so he was not familiar with the fashion. He saw that the thing in the northerner's hand looked like a small round Buddha hand melon. There was a bottleneck, and the lid on the bottleneck did look like the small round hat worn by the Qing Dynasty emperors.
"This material is colored glass. It's Old Keng's stuff."
Colored glass, Chen Weizheng knew what that was. It was the cheap glass that was made by burning sand. As for what Old Keng was talking about, Chen Weizheng had no idea.
"The experts at the Palace Museum took a look and said that this belonged to Emperor Kangxi's old man, Nurhaci."
There's a generation difference! Brother, can you be more professional?! Emperor Kangxi's old man was called Fulin, the monk on Mount Wutai in The Deer and the Cauldron. Fulin's old man was called Huang Taiji, and Huang Taiji's old man was called Nurhaci. After watching so many TV series with pigtails, Chen Weizheng did not understand it very well, but he had a general idea.
"Look, this is called interior painting. It's painted inside. This skill is quite awesome. This painting skill is also the skill of a master. Do you know the famous Pan Garden snuff bottle master, Mr. Liu Daoyong? He also took a look and said that this is the work of the famous Lu School master, Mr. Bi Jiurong. "
He did not know the name Liu Daoyong, but Chen Weizheng knew the name Bi Jiurong. It was introduced in a booklet that introduced culture. He was a famous interior painter during the Guangxu period. However, even if this Master Bi was talented, it would be difficult for him to draw a snuff bottle for Nurhaci hundreds of years in advance. However, transmigration was popular these days, so it was not completely impossible.
After listening to the northerner talk about five thousand years, traveling thousands of miles, and talking about everything, Chen Weizheng felt that it was about time and took out the only twenty yuan he had. He said, "This big brother, these things of yours are all good. I like them all, but I don't have any money on me. I only have twenty dollars. Look, do you have anything that can be sold for twenty dollars? Just give me one of them."
"Twenty yuan." The northerner jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Any one of my things is worth at least eight or ten thousand yuan."
"Then you should be careful. You have more than a million on you. Be careful not to let others remember you." Chen Weizheng kindly reminded him.
"If you like any of them, I'll accompany you to the bank to withdraw money." The northerner gave an idea.
"I don't have a passbook. Without a passbook, withdrawing money from the bank is not called withdrawing money, it's called robbery." Chen Weizheng was silent for a moment. "It's too risky. I'd rather rob you directly than rob a bank!"
Hearing this, the northerner jumped back more than a meter. The northerner's physique was good! He grabbed his lapel with both hands and tightly covered the treasure hanging inside.
"I'm just kidding. Do you think I can rob you with my small body? "Chen Weizheng laughed.
The northerner sized him up and laughed, relaxing. Chen Weizheng was about 1.72 meters tall and weighed no more than 120 kilograms. He looked bookish and wore a short-sleeved T-shirt, revealing two bony arms without much muscle. The northerner was more than 1.80 meters tall and weighed more than 180 kilograms. He had an obvious advantage.
The northerner took out another ring from an unknown part of his body.
"This is for you. 20 RMB. Do you want it?"
Chen Weizheng took the ring and looked at it. This was a fashionable alloy ring. The design of the ring was in the shape of a Native American pyramid. At first glance, it looked like it was molded. But the craftsmanship was not bad, and the details were well done. It did not have the seams of other molds. Chen Weizheng had seen similar rings in the past, but it did not look like a pyramid. It looked more like cow dung. This ring was not bad. It looked like a pyramid and not cow dung. Chen Weizheng had always liked the mystical culture of the Incas. He felt this ring was not bad and agreed.
"This is the Native American Machu Picchu … …" The northerner started to introduce.
This northerner was quite knowledgeable. He even knew about Machu Picchu! It was just that the pyramids and Machu Picchu were a little far from America.
After the transaction was completed, Chen Weizheng put the ring on his finger. He did not know if it was because the Native American fingers were bigger or because Chen Weizheng's fingers were too small. After trying all four fingers on his left hand, none of them fit. In the end, he put the ring on his thumb finger. This time, it fit quite well. But there was another problem. The thumb finger was big. It was easy to put it in, but difficult to take it out. Chen Weizheng tried to pull it out twice but did not manage to. He gave up the idea of pulling it out again. "This is good too. It's like moving the fingers."
He walked to the bus stop and waited for less than 5 minutes. The bus he was waiting for arrived. Happy! There were not many people on the bus.
The bus stopped at the side of the road and opened the door smoothly. Looks like the driver was an experienced driver.
The driver entered the bus and closed the door smoothly. It was not Chen Weizheng's first time taking a bus.
When Chen Weizheng raised his head to look inside the car, he saw a scene that he had never seen before. He immediately crashed.
Behind the driver, there was a fashionable beauty. She was wearing very little. Spaghetti straps! This was a spaghetti straps. No matter if it was the left or right side of the spaghetti straps, they were all made of meat. And they were not ordinary meat. Chen Weizheng looked down and felt that he could not breathe properly. Inside the miniskirt, there was actually black fur. In the middle of the fur, there was a thin cloth band. Further down, the cloth band was caught in the red seam … …
So this was the legendary creature!
Chen Weizheng was 22 years old. He had never seen such a thing at such a close distance. Although he had received long-distance lessons from the teachers on the internet, this was the first time he had seen it in person.
"Zeng" The first person to react was Chen Xiaoer. He stood at attention and saluted!
The next person to react was Chen Weizheng. His face was flushed red. He bent over and ran to the back row.
Chen Weizheng, who came back to his senses, looked around, hoping that the people around him did not see his ugly appearance. Only when he found that there was no one around did he heave a sigh of relief. He actually felt that his nose was running.
He held the car with his right hand and quickly wiped it with his left hand.
It was red. It was a nosebleed!
This was too lame!!!
Nosebleed did not look like snot. There was little snot. Once it was done, the nosebleed would not stop for a while. Chen Weizheng used all his strength to cover his nose with his left hand. Blood flowed onto his left hand and onto the thumb of his left thumb.
Chen Weizheng suddenly felt that his physical strength and spirit were flowing out along with the nosebleed. His soul was also drawn out.
He only heard that if he looked at that thing, he would get a needle's eye. Only today did he know that looking at that thing would cause a nosebleed to death!
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