Tomb Bride: A Millennium Immortal Jade Face Beauty

But so many years have passed, the buildings in this open space have not been built, and the entrance of the alley still maintains the appearance of 100 years ago. There is no change, but the prosperous scene of the entrance of the alley no longer exists, and there are only two glasses manufacturers left. The small shop is barely holding on.

The mouse said that there are only a few households left in Xinmin Hutong that have not been demolished. These days, the government is not good at forcing demolition and can only temporarily put it on hold. Most of them are because the demolition fee is too little, because this is the earliest and most prosperous place in old Changchun. In the strip, the old residents also want it at the previous price, which the government cannot afford.But there is only one household with a different reason. He is the only one in the house. He has feelings for this place and he doesn’t want to move out. Has been consumed.

"You're talking about that old locksmith surnamed Zhang?"

"Well, I heard that the old man had no children all his life. At that time, Puyi ordered him to come down to this house. It's so pitiful. He's in his nineties, and it seems to be buried in the loess. No!" said the Mouse.

As soon as he entered the alley, facing the front of the car, a man dressed in sleek clothes ran over. With a sinister smile on his face, he quickly opened the door for Lu Haotian.

"Brother Hao, are you here? My brother has been staring at you for a whole day today. Oh, isn't this Brother Shuang? It's been a long time since I've seen you. Let me buy you a drink some other day!" The relationship between rats entered a state-owned enterprise and dawdled all day long.

"Second son, give me the brocade box first!"

The second son took out the small brocade box from his arms, looked at Lu Haotian, and then at me, with a very embarrassed expression.

"Look at my dry hair? Give it to your brothers!" the mouse called him.

"Hey!" He returned the brocade box to me embarrassingly.

"Is the old man at home?"

"Don't worry, brother, we are watching, and we didn't let him out of the stall today! I've been waiting for you all the time."

"Nonsense! What do you earn if you don't leave the stall? Hurry up and take us to meet!"

Zhang Locksmith's family lives in the back of Xinmin Hutong, a private campus with a green willow planted in it. It seems that this old tree is at least 60 years old.The surrounding campus has all turned into wasteland, wrapped in white snow, and there is only one family in the snow, and they live in peace.

In the winter, the old man is still busy in the yard. He is sharpening a small steel file. This little thing is really small, not much thicker than a needle, but even so, the old man is still sharpening it carefully with glasses. These old things, maybe these tools at hand have accompanied me for so many years and I have feelings and I am reluctant to change them.

Seeing all of us crowding in, the old man was a little puzzled, thinking that the demolition and relocation office came to relocate again, and said: "Don't persuade me, I won't move for many years, if you can stand up, you will stand up, in a few days I'm going to die, old man! At that time, this house will belong to the government!"

The second son hurried forward to introduce our identities and intentions to him.

"I'm sorry, everyone. If I came here for that brocade box, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. Whoever has the ability will open that box. I won't be able to open it no matter how much money you give me!"

Mr. Zhang is tall and tall, with slender arms and fingers, a face full of vicissitudes of life, steamed buns with silver threads, and a pair of old glasses on the bridge of his nose, half of his legs have been broken.One can tell at a glance that he was a famous person when he was young, and there is a university knowledge hidden inside.