Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 299
Before four o'clock in the morning, He Xiao was woken up by the alarm clock.

It was still dark outside, he turned on the light, walked to the cabinet, and found the sports shorts he hadn't worn for a long time.

After dragging out the small suitcase, he took out a thick stack of large unions and put them in the satchel.

Everything was ready, he took the flashlight, opened the door and walked out of the house.

This time he didn't ride a small Suzuki, so he trotted towards the entrance of the street.

"call……"

After not exercising for a long time, he ran for a while and felt a little tired.

Fortunately, the entrance to the street is not far away, and he arrived there in less than 5 minutes.

Holding a flashlight, he took photos from left to right, but the surroundings were completely dark, and he didn't see Han Chunming for a while.

"Han Chunming? Han Chunming?"

As soon as he yelled twice, He Xiao saw an oil lamp lit on the side of the road, and he ran over quickly.

Han Chunming sat on the tricycle, holding a glass lantern to shine on He Xiao.

Seeing He Xiao's clothes, he felt a little strange, "You didn't ride your motorcycle? Forget it, come up, I'll take you there."

"No, you ride three rounds by yourself, and I will run."

He Xiao jumped vigorously and moved his body.

He woke up so early today, not just to find old things.

To be honest, after living with Tang Yanling for more than half a month, he suddenly found that his physical and mental strength had declined a bit. You must know that he is not yet 20 years old.

"Sex is really a bone-scraping knife. Don't be too addicted in the future."

Smacking his lips, he stretched, and trotted away.

Behind, Han Chunming was quite surprised. He boarded the three rounds and hurriedly followed, "He Xiao, what did you mean by that just now? You can't be that one, right?"

He Xiao glanced back at him, too lazy to answer.

I remember that in the play, Han Chunming was 50 or [-] years old before he fell in love with Su Meng.

According to this man's innocence, he must have maintained his virginity.

Thinking about it, He Xiao admired it, shook his head, adjusted his breathing, and sped up his speed.

"Huh?" Seeing this, Han Chunming confirmed his guess even more.

His Xiangjiang friend must be an amorous master.

"No, I have to keep an eye on the two of them, and I can't let Su Meng suffer."

Han Chunming muttered to himself, suddenly feeling sad.

Growing up with Su Meng, he knew this woman's character, and he liked those who were stronger than him.

Alas, he can't say good or bad.

Sighing, he kicked three rounds vigorously, and hurriedly chased after him.

……

Tangenxiao City is not far away, and He Xiao arrived there in less than half an hour.

Standing at the intersection, he braced his thighs and panted for a while.

"Chunming, it's...here. The tricycle is parked here. Let's go over there."

He Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when Han Chunming put away the tricycle, he led the people into the market with a flashlight.

It will be just after five o'clock, the sky is still dark, and the surroundings are dark.

Walking into Tangenxiao City, there are not too many pedestrians here and there.

However, there were quite a few people setting up stalls. When he looked up, there were at least twenty stalls.

The small stalls at the base of the city wall are also quite unique, each one is seven or eight meters apart, with a piece of cloth spread on the ground, and items to be sold are placed. In addition, there is a dim glass lamp on each stall.

This scene, this artistic conception, immediately attracted He Xiao.

This is no longer Xiaoshi, this is a ghost market, a ghost market in the old capital.

The things on the small stalls are also dazzling, ancient paintings, porcelain, black jade grasshopper jars, bongs, snuff bottles...

He Xiao was dazzled by so many things.

He looked left and right, and felt that all these things in the stall were quite suitable.

But He Xiao is quite self-aware, he knows that if he really wants to buy according to his own point of view, he will definitely be taken for a ride.

Looking back at Han Chunming, he hurriedly said, "Chunming, just watch and choose, as long as you like it, tell your buddies, and I will take them all."

"..."

Han Chunming couldn't help rolling his eyes. What he said was like giving him all the things he bought.

But he glanced at the roadside stall, and he was looking forward to it.

It was his first time visiting the ghost market in this place, and he didn't know if he could find good things.

"Don't roll your eyes, my buddy owes you a favor, isn't that done?"

"Hmph, don't go to Su Meng, I will thank you." Han Chunming was still a little angry.

After speaking, he strode towards the nearest stall.

"What are you talking about? I never looked for her, she was the one who looked for me."

"Hey? Flashlight, here's the flashlight."

He Xiao smiled awkwardly, followed quickly, and handed the flashlight in his hand to Han Chunming.

This guy is looking for things for him, but he must not make a mistake.

When he arrived at the stall, Han Chunming didn't delay. He glanced briefly, and then looked at one by one.

After a while, he held a bamboo pen holder, turned around and said, "The pen holder from the early Qing Dynasty looks like a famous artist's handwriting. What do you think?"

"Very good, very good." He Xiao nodded quickly.

I bought a pen holder from the early Qing Dynasty and put it on my desk. It can be used and keep its value. This thing is really good.

Looking up and seeing the stall owner on the opposite side staring at him closely, he complained a little in his heart.

Leaning into Han Chunming's ear, he whispered, "If you like something, you don't need to ask me. As long as you think it's good, you can buy it. The price is [-]% higher than the market price, and I will accept it."

Han Chunming nodded silently.

Holding a bamboo carving pen holder, he asked the opposite stall owner, "How much is this?"

The male stall owner didn't speak, he just stretched out his hand.

Han Chunming was taken aback for a moment, but then he realized that he reached out and touched it.

"Ho."

He Xiao saw it strangely, he understood this, it was the "holding hands inside the sleeves" shown on TV, negotiating prices in the sleeves.

After a while, he saw the two let go of their hands in satisfaction.

Not knowing the price they negotiated, he quickly looked at Han Chunming.

"Ten yuan a piece is great unity."

He Xiao was taken aback for a moment, what kind of "handle in the sleeve" does a big unity use, it's not troublesome enough.

He took out a big unity card from his satchel, and handed it directly to the stall owner.

The stall owner touched the Great Unity and said cheerfully:
"Comrade, I have a lot of good things at this stall. It's not easy to meet you who know how to do it. You can take a look. As long as you like it, I will give you all the cheap."

Han Chunming shook his head and said nothing.

He Xiao handed the bamboo carving pen holder, and he turned and walked to the next stall.

He Xiao immediately understood that this was the only thing worth buying in this stall.

He lowered his head and took a look, feeling very regretful in his heart, the square inkstone on the stand caught his eyes, unexpectedly it was an imitation.

"Little comrade, what did you fancy? Don't be too polite, I'll give you a cheap price too. Look at this square inkstone, it's from the late Ming Dynasty, and it matches the pen holder in your hand."

"Forget it, I don't understand this."

He Xiao shook his head, and he quickly caught up with Han Chunming.

(End of this chapter)