The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

When she arrived at Kyoto Antique Street, Gu Lingling felt that her eyes were almost unable to keep up with the rhythm.

In other words, she learned to identify antiques from Mr. Zhou for many years. In those years, when the wind was tight, she also secretly hid some objects. In a real sense, this is the first application and practice.

She looked at everything strangely.

Yang Yunhai was leisurely around her, with the appearance of a flower protector, protecting Gu Lingling inside and outside, and no one had a chance to collide.

A blackbird silently stopped on the old locust tree beside the street and watched his male master carefully protect his female master. It was really... Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment, he, an old bird who has been lonely for many years, really envied it.

Or find a male bird to give birth to a monkey.

Yang Yunhai said that this is really embarrassing for this blackbird. As long as you can give birth, he will be responsible for raising it.

A bird, "..."

It's not a monster. A bird can give birth to a monkey.

Just now, why did they accidentally say what they thought and let their male host hear it?

Alas, what a failure.

Yang Yunhai glanced at it faintly: didn't you say it was very powerful? Be careful later. Don't let Ling Ling be deceived.

A blackbird: I think it's the king of blackbirds, but it's reduced to the point of identifying antiques.

Yang Yunhai: you don't have to follow.

Blackbird: then it's better to follow. It's a difficult thing to identify antiques. Blackbird king is the favorite.

Joke, it's not easy to follow the man around, and contact his feelings by the way, er... Rub the great breath on the man, how can he leave so easily?

No.

It's just that the female owner of his family still seems to have a few brushes.

Everything she looks at carefully, regardless of its value, is authentic.

This is great.

"This girl, how about this?" At this time, an elderly old man next to Gu Lingling said, "help me have a look."

He followed Gu Lingling for a long time, but there was no malice, and Yang Yunhai didn't care about him.

Joke, if you can hurt Ling Ling in front of him, he will live in vain.

"Sir, why do you want me to see it?" Gu Lingling asked curiously.

"I've been observing you for a while. The little girl has a good eye." The old man thumbed up and said, "can you help me see if you like this object?"

The old man carefully took something out of his arms and carefully opened the flannelette wrapped on it. One was a small wrench.

Look at the color is some years.

"They all say my stuff is fake." The old man was a little wronged, "girl, look at you, don't you?"

The clothes on the old man's body were also broken several holes, but they were well mended and washed very clean. At the moment, he was looking at Gu Lingling with a pair of expectant eyes.

A man nearby laughed and said, "don't believe this girl. He has fooled several people here."

But the problem is that those people say his things are fake when they look at his clothes. No one believes what he says at all.

The old man couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Can I have a look?" Gu Lingling said with a smile.

Ah?

The old man's already disappointed heart came to life again.

Memphis on the second floor saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He summoned a man to order a few words in his ear. The man nodded and went downstairs.