Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"Really?" Duanmu Baolian answered, "Mirror Flowers?"She hadn't read this book, but after flipping through it, it seemed to be the story of Fairy Baihua?

"Okay, I want this too. Grandpa, don't ask for it. I can't afford it if it's too expensive." Duanmu Baolian said with a wry smile. The asking price for a few broken books is 300 yuan. Could it be that the old man really treats these broken books as Antique sold?

"Four books, 100 yuan, including the paintings in the books, are all for you." The old man squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

"He actually knew?" Duanmu Baolian was stunned, a little embarrassed, and a little uncomfortable.

Of course he knew about that painting, and he had seen it when he received it, but, in his opinion, that painting was worthless, and it didn't look like it was written by a famous ancient artist. In the book, he was taken advantage of, but since he was singled out by this little girl, and the little girl was obviously interested, he was embarrassed to cheat.

"How about it, little girl, this counts as 25 yuan a copy, and the painting is a free gift." The old man laughed.

"You've already scolded me two hundred and five times today..." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "80 yuan, I sent the picture to the school dormitory to look at, pretending to be educated and tasteful-I don't want to do it Two hundred and five."

Hearing what Duanmu Baolian said, the old man thought for a while, nodded and said: "Sure, I can't say that you are two hundred and five, 80 yuan for a young girl like you, you can take it."

Duanmu Baolian paid the money, asked for a black convenience bag, and packed the book. Of course, she still carefully put the painting in the book, got up and left, and wandered around again, but found nothing. Immediately prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, when crossing the bridge, a piece of black iron was smashed on top of a tattered tricycle. Duanmu Baolian hurriedly tried to get out of the way, but she still couldn't. Her tears flowed out.

"Ah, big girl, are you alright?" The trash collector was also an old man, and when he saw this, he immediately became anxious, and hurriedly parked the tricycle on the side of the road, and got off to help Duanmu Baolian.

"My leg was almost broken, so don't be careful." Duanmu Baolian said with a mournful face, she just picked up a missed good mood, and now it was all destroyed.

As she was thinking, she looked up at the iron guy that hit her. It was a cylindrical iron rod, as thick as a child's arm, and about [-] centimeters in length. The dilapidated old man's tricycle was stacked a little high inside, so under the bumps, and it happened that this section was still on the way to the bridge, it rolled down and accidentally injured her.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" The trash collector was very worried. If he hurt his bones, he would go to the hospital and work for half a year, and he might be ruined.

Duanmu Baolian looked at her with worried face, stood up immediately, stretched her legs, although she felt the pain, but she should be all right, she didn't hurt her bones, and said immediately: "It's all right! "

"Then... I'm leaving..." the tattered boy stammered.

Duanmu Baolian waved her hand magnanimously, saw the broken things, hurriedly pedaled the tricycle, and left, he was really worried, lest she go back on her word and ask him for compensation, or that the little girl herself was kind, but Her parents and friends were nearby, so she couldn't tell at that time, she had to ask him to pay for something, so when Duanmu Baolian asked him to go, he immediately ran away without saying a word.