Infinite script kill

Chapter 67 Hanging out

"Om..."

The door was the same as when he left, and it was not locked.

It is not his carelessness to not lock it, but because it is an old city street nearby, and behind it is the newly developed Wenfeng Pagoda, a popular scenic spot, so that these years, there are not only police patrolling on the street here, but also cameras everywhere. , do not have to worry that there will be thieves who dare to come to the door.

Of course, there is another reason. After all, the old city is relatively poor, and thieves are generally too lazy to run here.

But nothing is absolute. I heard from the boss before I became a teacher. Song Lao had neither children nor a wife. He was a complete old bachelor. Who would enter his room at such a late hour.

As soon as the door opened, the room was full of darkness.

But I don't know if it's because of his overall quality improvement, he can actually see the furnishings in the room clearly in the dark.

On the two rows of Taishi chairs in the room, several paper figurines sat motionless on them, as if they were people frozen in time, always maintaining a posture and a shape.

The facial features that are as sound as people, the two pairs of black and white eyes, staring straight ahead, just these paper figurines sitting there, let alone thieves, even if the thief comes, it is estimated that they will be scared to shit. Better than having a dog.

Looking at the original position of the old man Song again, the blanket is still there, but the old man has disappeared.

Xu Tong frowned and walked into the back room, only to see that the old man was already lying on the bed, and if he listened carefully, he could hear the snoring.

Look around, let alone a woman, not even a mouse.

"Am I wrong?"

Unwilling, he searched carefully again, but there was no one else in the room except him.

In fact, don't look at the old man's room, but if there is a place where people can hide, there is no space at all except under the bed.

So after searching twice, Xu Tong could only give up in confusion.

However, just as he was about to go out, he suddenly paused and squinted at the Taishi chair beside him.

"what!!"

Looking at the Taishi chair, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a woman sitting on the chair. What about the woman? ?
Thinking of this, he turned around and walked to the old man's bed and saw that the old man was holding a sound sleeper in his arms.

Seeing this, Xu Tong was stunned, and seemed to understand something at once. With a twitching corner of his mouth, he silently exited the room and closed the door by the way.

Walking out of the room, looking at the full moon in the sky, he didn't speak for a long time, and he couldn't help thinking of the famous sayings that a lunatic often used to say in the hospital area.

"Men are in front of their favorite figurines, women... but err."

Now it seems that this sentence is not deep enough. Just look at Master Song, and you will know what it is to love. After all, other people's figures are still on the display rack, and he has already moved the figures to the bed.

So the next morning, when Song Lao woke up, he found that Xu Tong had put two bottles of lubricating oil on his bed at some point...

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past two days, Xu Tong has been honest, cleaning the courtyard every day, and learning origami. Song Lao taught him, and he learned not to forget to review it again.

Pushing open the door, he saw Xu Tong sitting under the sun, still weaving bamboo, with his eyes fixed on the curved arc of the bamboo silk, without the slightest bit of impatience.

This made Song Lao's face finally feel a little relieved.

Before, Xu Tong was a little bit eager for quick success.

The homework that Song Lao had prepared for him to sharpen his temperament was completely in vain.

Of course he didn't know that Xu Tong met the master he was thinking of in the script world, and he didn't know that under the reminder of the master Xue Gui, Xu Tong already had a deeper understanding of the eight disciplines.

Anyway, this is a good thing.

Looking back at the time on the clock, Song Lao cleared his throat: "Cough, stop making up, go out for a walk with me."

"Oh!"

Hearing that, Xu Tong put down his work and ran into the room to put on a clean outfit.

As soon as the two went out, they went straight to the direction of North Street.

Occasionally met some old men and old ladies on the road, and while greeting him warmly, Song Lao also did not forget to introduce Xu Tong, but did not mention his apprentices.

Outsiders only said that he was the grand-nephew of his own distant house, and he came from his hometown to take care of him for a period of time.

This made the old men envious for a while, but whenever he walked by, Xu Tong could somewhat hear the old ladies muttering.

"Hmph, it looks like the old guy is dying, so hurry up to take care of him for a few days, waiting to occupy his house."

"Who said it wasn't, we've all planned it out, maybe it will be demolished in two years. At this time, all the ghosts and snakes want to get some cheap. Hey, people's hearts are not ancient, we have to be on guard."

Master Song could naturally hear these words, but he just waved his hand and smiled, he didn't take it seriously at all.

In fact, the old city is very strange. If you meet those old men, you will be very enlightened and bright, but if you meet those old ladies, you will realize what it means to be stingy and snobbish.

This has led to a bad result, so that there is a saying in L City that a good man does not marry an old town woman, and a good woman does not marry an old town man.

In fact, to go into detail, after all, it is nothing more than a poor word.

"Master, where are you taking me?"

Seeing that he was going farther and farther, and he had to go to Lijingmen, Xu Tong finally couldn't help asking.

"Hey, I'll show you how hard you've been working during this time. I'll show you around."

As soon as he said that, Song Lao turned around and took him into the antique market: "You can go shopping here. It will be about half an hour. Come here and wait for me."

After Song Lao finished speaking, he did not give Xu Tong a chance to ask questions. He turned around and walked into the crowd. After walking a few steps, he did not forget to wave at him, signaling him not to follow.

"Well, it's better if I weave bamboo silk at home."

Not understanding what Song Lao was going to do, Xu Tong scratched his head and wandered around the market at will.

This is the largest antique market in L City. There are all kinds of strange things in the store and outside the store. After all, it is L City. The title of the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties is not for nothing.

It is said that if you dig a few shovels down, you may be able to dig a large tomb, so it has always been loved by tomb robbers. Luoyang shovel was born from here.

"Little brother, take a look, this thing is Shang and Zhou bronze dragon and phoenix."

A peddler suddenly came up and mysteriously opened the corner of the cloth bag in his arms, revealing a bronze jue towards him.

Xu Tong took a closer look, good guy, although he doesn't understand antiques, he can also see that the dragon on this bronze jue is clearly a dragon that only existed in the Qing Dynasty.

Look at the phoenix again... If the hawker hadn't said that this thing was a phoenix, he would have thought it was a peacock that was shedding its hair.

"How about it, not much, you take away the 10 yuan, and urgent money is fine."

The hawker tried his best to sell, Xu Tong shook his head and was about to leave, the hawker hurriedly said, "Don't, don't, sit on the ground and pay the price on the ground. Don't go, boy, you said that the number is not right."

Xu Tong silently raised five fingers.

"Fifty thousand!!" The hawker's heart moved, his eyes lit up with excitement, thinking that today is a great luck.

As a result, he took out five cents from his pocket: "Just use your imagination, I'll give you fifty cents."

Seeing this, the peddler immediately turned his head cursingly and walked away: "Go and ask, there shouldn't be enough money for materials."

Seeing the hawker leave cursingly, Xu Tong reluctantly took the money back into his pocket. In fact, in the huge antique market, even people who don't know how to do it should know that many of the things in it are fake.

It's not that there is no real thing. To see if the shops are closed, you must be introduced by an acquaintance and call the stall owner before taking you to their house.

Just when Xu Tong was going to leave first, he went to the milk tea shop outside to drink a cup of milk tea and wait for the old man.

As soon as he reached the door, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the hawker's stall on the left, his eyes lit up: "Hey, is this thing still there?"

PS: Write another chapter to go.

　Come on, any ticket

　　
　
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