You are on the way to rebirth

Chapter 40 Rest
Chapter 40. Rest

I'm used to being busy, and I'm really not used to being idle all of a sudden. My mother didn't come to Jiangbei with her.

Brother Zuoyou will be on vacation soon, and his father Jiang Qingliang has not returned, so it is better to take care of him at home.

Jiang Hongjing's life became lazy, and he set aside two hours every day to do things in the store.She bought a bicycle and a big straw hat. In the rest of the time, she rode on the bicycle, took the camera, and wandered around Jiangbei, walking and stopping everywhere.

There are not many places in Jiangbei that have been developed at this time, and many of them are still authentic. Why not take pictures while you can still see them now?
This life will definitely not be as careless as the previous life, why not live more delicately?
There are a few alleys, basically dilapidated small courtyards, some of which are even taller than ordinary houses, precarious courtyard walls, messy wires, dilapidated wooden windows, and occasionally look in through the gate, inside There are also clothes hanging to dry and sundries left.

When grandma was young, the family was a big landlord. She said that their house was very tall, with people living on the lower floor, and a low attic above for sundries.Presumably such a taller house has such a pattern, but now it is dilapidated and withered, only the occasional blue bricks with high eaves and carved gatehouses show how prosperous this place used to be.

Jiang Hongjing recorded them one by one.She even took a picture of a strange woman, who was wearing yellow pants and a fat 90s flower shirt, standing with her hips crossed at a doorway, spitting and cursing at a fast speed.Standing on the side of the road opposite her, Jiang Hongjing couldn't understand what was going on at all. He must be crazy.

In the previous life, the opposite side of the house she rented was a large courtyard. There lived a family in the courtyard. The hostess was mentally ill, and her son had cerebral palsy. He sat in a wheelchair all day long, but the woman still knew how to take care of her son. Like women, they scold non-stop every day.The son with cerebral palsy looked at the passers-by on the road indifferently.

Occasionally, when she comes across a small shop that looks delicious, she will stop and go in to have a devout meal.

Or when she sees an old man practicing Tai Chi, she will stop the car and make gestures. Her mother, Wang Lirong, can practice martial arts. She often watched her boxing in the yard when she was young. Or because it was too hard to practice.Later, when my mother was a little older, she switched to Taijiquan. At the beginning, she learned bit by bit from the video, and later practiced smoothly, which was envied by her children, but no one could follow her to the end.

Jiang Hongjing was in a trance for a while, and it was really easy to think of the past when he was alone.

Riding through the cultural market, she stopped.

Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, why not buy something and keep it while it is still cheap?

Calligraphy and paintings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, porcelain from official kilns of various dynasties, jewelry used by princesses, old jade pig dragons known as Hongshan culture, those that have been seen before, and those that have not been seen, are all here, most of them are fake Right, she thought.

She searched slowly, looking at stalls from stall to stall, searching from shop to shop, uncarved turquoise, jewelry with red coral, old broken tiles, small teacups, bucket colors A small bowl, copper coins with unclear handwriting, bracelets made of unknown materials, small wood-carved animals, yellowed books, and bronzes with patina. She spent several days in the antique market and bought a The Bogu racks were placed in the room, and they were filled to the brim within a few days.

She even bought a small Tianhuang seal. The words on it were seal characters, which she didn't recognize, but they were small and cute.The person who sells Tianhuangshi is an old man who smokes dry tobacco. His hand holding the tobacco rod is full of calluses. Apart from this piece of Tianhuang, there are several wooden boxes on his stall. The old man said that it is made of camphor wood. .He said that these things were inherited from their family, and he sold them because his wife was in urgent need of money.

Jiang Hongjing was noncommittal. In her previous life, there were a lot of these things on TV, and they were all said to be ancestral, but they were all fake after being identified by experts, but she still happily paid 1000 yuan to buy this piece of Tianhuang. The good name of two fields of yellow and ten taels of gold, she doesn't know if this little Tianhuang stone is an old thing, and she doesn't want to pick it up, just because this small stone makes her love it so much that she can't put it down.

When she reached the top, she sat casually under an old locust tree. There was a stall under the old locust tree. There was also an old man sitting in a rocking chair. There was a high coffee table next to it, a purple sand teapot on it, and a small teapot. teacup.The stall was messy, and the old man didn't clean it up. Occasionally, some people came to ask, and they squatted on the stall to pick it up. If there were suitable ones, they bought them after asking the price, and some impatiently glanced at them and left.However, the old man has been sitting on the rocking chair, shaking and shaking leisurely, as if he is an expert in the world.

For several days, when she visited the antique market and finally came here, she would stay here until the antique market closed.Occasionally talk a few words with the elderly, most of the time they don't say anything.Jiang Hongjing rubbed Tian Huang in his hand, and sighed deeply, if only life could always be like this.

The old man glanced at the little girl next to him: "Son, why are you sighing?"

Jiang Hongjing said: "Life is short."

The old man smiled: "How old are you, and you are so short? Take it here and let me have a look." He pointed to Tianhuang in her hand.

Jiang Hongjing handed it over.

The old man rubbed it in his hands with his eyes closed for a while, then opened his eyes to read the seal characters carefully, and asked, "How much did you buy it for?"

"One thousand." Jiang Hongjing answered honestly.

"Do you know the following words?"

Jiang Hongjing shook his head.

"Fangling Yongji, you are really lucky. This is originally for women, so keep it well. Don't sell it for [-] yuan."

Jiang Hongjing was shocked, and said after a long while: "Then I'll go and add money to others."

The old man gave her a strange look: "This is fate, where are you going to give it?"

The old man rubbed it for a while, sighed before handing it to her.

"Which item in my stall do you think is the most valuable?" The old man closed his eyes and asked.

Jiang Hongjing thought for a while: "That teapot."

The old man nodded, "That's right, the little girl has good eyesight, this is a spring offering pot."

Jiang Hongjing rolled his eyes. She was fooled. The old man said: "It has been in my hands for 60 years. This is her dowry. Your Tian Huang is also her dowry, but it was accidentally lost later."

Jiang Hongjing was dumbfounded. She looked down at the stone in her hand. Is this a TV show? It's so bloody?

He also heard the old man say: "Before she left, she still couldn't forget this seal. This seal was engraved by her father. There is a word "Fang" in her name, so it is engraved with "Fang Ling Yong Sui". She cherishes it very much."

Just now he told me that it would cost [-] yuan to sell it, so he couldn't be playing tricks for himself, right?
Jiang Hongjing was at a loss. She would rather lose the 1000 yuan than believe that the old man's story was true, but after all, people's hearts are unpredictable, isn't it?
"That's all, that's all. Seeing you again in this life is a fate worth living. I have made my wish and I should go back." The old man's voice was very small, and he was talking to himself.

"Master, why don't you give Fang Tianhuang back to you." Jiang Hongjing stretched out her hand, and the warm and lovely stone seemed to come alive in her palm.

The old man waved his hand, "You are destined, what is yours is yours. I have been here for almost seven years just to meet it. Keep it safe."

The sun shines through the leaves of the locust tree and sprinkles to the bottom, mottled.Come again under the locust tree, there are no stalls and no old people.The owner of the shop next to her stopped her: "Little girl, the old man left something for you, come and get it."

Jiang Hongjing took the newspaper, and there was something wrapped inside. She didn't open it. She asked, "Where did he go?"

The owner of the shop was a middle-aged man, and he said in a rough voice, "He has a good son, and he took BJ to enjoy the blessing."

Standing under the locust tree, Jiang Hongjing opened the newspaper. There was an inkstone, very simple, with a few lotus leaves carved on it, and a small frog squatting on the lotus leaf. The lines were very simple, and there were still dried ink marks in the inkstone.

She still remembers the first time she squatted in front of the booth and said, "Hey, why don't you have an inkstone here?" She wanted to buy an inkstone for her brother to practice calligraphy, but after looking around, she didn't like it.

She remembered very clearly that the old man didn't even open his eyes and said, no.

Holding the inkstone, she suddenly regretted it, why didn't she believe that the story was not necessarily a story, but a fact?He didn't even know the old man's last name.

But whether it was the previous life or yesterday, she could never go back.

Standing under the locust tree, tears fell like rain for a while, and I could never go back.

Hongying and Hongzhi are going on summer vacation, and her father is coming back soon. She came here to tell him that she will be busy in the future and cannot come here often. The tree is still there, but the person is gone. Jiang Hongjing looked up, feeling a little sad, The days of rest are coming to an end.

She has had a lot of fun this holiday season.

(End of this chapter)