Both money and sex

"The pair of blue and white vases are from the Kangxi period, not the blue and white flowers of the Song Dynasty."

While dealing with Zheng Xiaolong, Luo Ping looked at it seriously, and guessed in his heart that this blue vase was most likely repaired. Although there were no traces on the surface, it was indeed damaged.

"And this one still has hidden wounds, and it was mended." Luo Ping glanced at the little fat man, saw that he was looking at him with admiration, and said honestly, he really regarded himself as a master of treasure appraisal.

"I knew Dad must have been cheated again. He doesn't remember to eat, but he doesn't remember to fight. He got back a bunch of fake products, and he didn't listen to him." Hearing Luo Ping's words, the little fat man beamed with joy.

Luo Ping ignored him, put the two blue vases together, compared them carefully, and finally confirmed that they were indeed a couple, but the one on the right had only a dark wound.

At this time, Zheng Hai came back, followed by an old man in his sixties wearing a pair of reading glasses.

"Old Liu, you can take a good look at it for me. To be honest, I have been beating drums in my heart since yesterday, and I am still not sure."

While talking to the old man behind him, he nodded to Luo Ping, looked at the table again, and shouted loudly: "Stinky boy, you messed with my things again. This is a treasure, you know, millions of treasures. "

After speaking, he hurried to the table and carefully protected the pair of blue and white porcelain vases.

"Tch, this is not Southern Song blue and white at all, you are still a treasure." The little fat man dismissed his father's behavior.

"You know what a fart, go away." After yelling at his son, he said to the old man with a smile, "Old Liu, it's these pair of blue vases, you give me your palm."

The old man surnamed Liu nodded, walked over to take a closer look, and smiled, "Boss Zheng, your son is right, this is not something from the Southern Song Dynasty."

Zheng Hai was taken aback, "You know it just by looking at it, you don't even need to use it?"

The old man surnamed Liu picked up the blue vase on the right, looked at it and said: "A few months ago, someone showed me this pair of vases, and I still remember them. This pair of things is called 'Blue and White Flower and Bird Tall Brush Washer'." ’, it’s from the Kangxi period, I remember that this one still has hidden wounds, but the people who glued it together were so clever that ordinary people can’t see it at all.”

After speaking, he took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

After a while, he raised his head to face the expectant Zheng Hai and shook his head, "This is indeed the one I've seen."

"How much is that worth?"

The old man surnamed Liu stretched out two fingers, "The current price is at most this price, but it should rise after a few years."

"That's not a loss." Zheng Hai sat on the chair slumped, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hehe, Boss Zheng, antiques are very risky. If you don't understand, just buy less and look more. Getting started in a hurry is very dangerous..."

Luo Ping has been watching them from the side. When he heard the old man surnamed Liu say that the porcelain vase on the right had a dark wound, he finally confirmed his guess.

"Ms. Luo already knew that this pair of bottles belonged to the Kangxi period just now, and also saw that the other one was made up by others. Thanks to you, you are still a treasure."

The little fat man was a big kid, and started muttering at his father.

"Get out and read." Zheng Hai yelled at his son with fire in his heart.

"Oh?" The old man surnamed Liu looked at Luo Ping and asked with a smile, "You know this too, young man?"

"I don't really understand, I just learned a little from my teacher."

"Who is your teacher?" Luo Ping's words aroused the curiosity of the old man surnamed Liu. In the Jiangcheng antique circle, well-known collectors almost all know each other.

"Professor Chen Qingyu from Jiangcheng University."

The old man surnamed Liu was shocked when he heard the words, secretly thought that he had never heard that Mr. Chen had accepted a disciple, where did this young man come from?

However, he is old and mature, so he will not break the casserole and ask the end, but pulls Luo Ping into a passionate conversation. Before leaving, he also hands Luo Ping a business card, and warmly invites him to visit his shop when he is free. play.

……

In the evening, after washing up, Luo Ping took a can of cold beer and moved a recliner to lie in the yard to cool off.

Long Xin moved a small stool and sat beside him, her wet hair exuded the fragrance of jasmine.

"Dragon Heart, have you seen those stars in the sky? In fact, what we see are only afterimages of history. Maybe many of them no longer exist, but we can still see them."

A gust of night wind blows, cool and comfortable, Long Xin looks up at the dots of stars dotting the night sky, some do not understand his words.

"Maybe, one day humans can really create a time machine that can send people back decades, or even hundreds of thousands of years ago, to see what happened in those past days..."

"Long Xin, did you watch the stars when you were on the mountain?" Luo Ping asked suddenly.

"Look, sometimes Master will watch it with me, and she also likes to say things that I don't understand just like you."

"Missing your master."

The little Taoist nun nodded, "Yeah."

Luo Ping was silent, Long Xin blinked her eyes, looked at Luo Ping's sharp-edged face in the night, and thought of the stories Xu Ting told her in the afternoon.

"Brother Luo, I heard sister Xu Ting say that you went to an orphanage when you were very young. Do you miss your parents?"

"No, I've been in the orphanage since I can remember, and I don't remember the past at all."

"It's so pitiful. At least I still have master and uncle. You and sister Xu Ting are all alone."

"I'm not alone. We have a lot of younger brothers and sisters. They are all lovely. There is also a very kind old dean who treats us very well. I will take you to the orphanage some other day and I will know. The old dean will definitely like you very much." .”

Luo Ping looked back at her with a smile, and then turned to look at the stars all over the sky.

In the dark night sky, there happened to be a shooting star across the sky. Luo Ping closed his eyes and made a wish that had been made for 15 consecutive years.

A gust of wind blew away Long Xin's hair.Long Xin squinted her eyes, not noticing a drop of crystal tear falling from the corner of Luo Ping's eye.

In the middle of the night, Luo Ping returned to his room and pulled out a suitcase from under the bed.Under a pile of clothes, I carefully took out a ziplock bag.

Inside the sealed bag was a piece of black broken leather, one side of which was painted with a strange pattern with white paint.

Luo Ping looked at this piece of black broken skin, feeling extremely heavy in his heart.

It was the only thing left to him by his parents.I heard from Lao Cao, the head of the orphanage, that when he carried Luo Ping, who had fallen into a coma, by the side of the road, this piece of skin was hidden next to his chest.

For countless days and nights, Luo Ping inspected and caressed this broken piece of skin repeatedly, but unfortunately the pattern on it was so mysterious that he couldn't tell what it was painted at all.

However, touching this piece of broken skin, he seems to have touched the hands of his parents, and the tears will always flow down...

It was for this scrap of skin that Luo Ping racked his brains and devised several "coincident encounters" after learning that Mr. Chen was a collector of calligraphy and painting, and finally got to know him well before carefully taking out the scrap. Pi, I hope Mr. Chen can help him solve the puzzle.

It's a pity that Mr. Chen didn't know what material this piece of broken skin was made of, let alone what patterns were painted on it. Instead, he took a fancy to Luo Ping's potential. After getting along with him for a few months, he might be very likely to accept him as a disciple. mean.

As usual, Luo Ping opened the sealed bag and took out the broken skin.

Suddenly, a strong cold air poured fiercely into his right hand.

Luo Ping was dumbfounded!

There is no sound in my head!

But I can clearly feel the Pixiu in my hand who is continuously injecting wealth energy into my palm!

"What's going on? Is this broken skin a treasure?"

Luo Ping hastily unfolded the paper-thin black skin slowly, only to see that the patterns on it remained the same, nothing changed.

The whole piece of broken skin was about half the size of a palm, and it was in the shape of a triangle. There were obvious tear marks on the slanted side. It should have been torn from a large piece of skin, and this piece was only a corner.

Looking at the broken skin repeatedly, Luo Ping thought to himself that since he has wealth, it must be a treasure, but why didn't Pixiu tell me its age and grade? Could it be that even Pixiu couldn't recognize it?

He couldn't figure it out, and studied those strange patterns again, but these strange patterns were like a huge question mark, no matter how much he studied, he still couldn't figure out what was painted.

But even so, Luo Ping was still full of surprises.

For him, this was a huge breakthrough. Although he still couldn't understand the pattern on it, it was like a glimmer of light before dawn, and he saw hope.

"Find the hope of parents!"

Luo Ping muttered to himself.