The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Huang Qiaoling watched Chen Hao holding Chen Siyao's arm, muttering to herself, "Yaoyao, your brother is too perfect! He's handsome, gentle, and so amazing! I'll be a fan forever! I didn't dare to get too close to him for the photo earlier, I was too nervous!"

Chen Siyao burst into laughter at her: "You, you're usually so talkative in the live stream, how come you become so timid in person?"

"How can that be the same!" Huang Qiaoling exclaimed, clutching her laptop with a blissful expression. "This is meeting my dream guy in person! How could I not be nervous?! I have to post the photo in our fan group and make them all envious!"

Huang Qiaoling then pulled Chen Siyao aside and said a lot of things, such as "You must broadcast more," "Let Brother Chen Hao appear on screen more often," and "We miss him so much."

Chen Siyao nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, we'll broadcast it as soon as we get back. You should go upstairs now, it's hot outside."

Huang Qiaoling glanced at Chen Hao with reluctance, then walked into the building, turning back every few steps.

As he reached the door, he turned back and called out, "Brother Chen Hao! Come visit often!"

Chen Hao nodded.

Huang Qiaoling finally went inside.

Chen Hao instructed Chen Siyao, "Go upstairs, pay attention in class, and go home early tonight."

Chen Siyao thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay. Then you can go back now, I'm going upstairs."

Chen Hao handed her the suitcase: "Call me if anything happens."

"Okay!" Chen Siyao took the suitcase, waved to him, and turned to enter the dormitory building.

Chen Hao stood there, watching her figure disappear into the corridor, before turning and leaving.

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

As he walked through the campus, people still frequently turned to look back.

But he kept his eyes straight ahead and walked quietly.

More than 10,000 years ago.

He has received countless farewell glances and seen countless people leave.

It's always the same.

I watched them walk away, then turned around and continued on my own way.

After leaving Pengcheng University, Chen Hao did not go straight home, but went to Pengcheng Ancient Street.

Pengcheng Ancient Street is one of the oldest neighborhoods in the city, preserving the architectural style of the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. The cobblestone streets are lined with antique shops, calligraphy and painting shops, and cultural artifact shops; occasionally, you can also see stalls selling sugar figurines and traditional sugar blowing crafts.

He strolled through the ancient street, slowly walking further in.

He came today to buy some cinnabar, talisman paper, and a few pieces of good quality jade.

Talisman paper is used for drawing talismans, cinnabar is the material used for drawing talismans, and jade is used to make protective pendants.

He planned to make one for each of Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing, with a protective array engraved inside, so that they could be kept safe no matter what happened in the future.

The ancient street is very long, with shops lining both sides.

Chen Hao walked past several shops without stopping until he saw a small storefront and went inside.

The shop is called "Jubaozhai". A somewhat mottled plaque hangs at the entrance. The shop is dimly lit and filled with all kinds of old objects - porcelain, bronze, wood carvings, calligraphy and paintings, a dazzling array, all in a mess.

Behind the counter sat an elderly man in his sixties, wearing reading glasses and looking at his phone. He glanced up when someone entered, then looked down again to continue looking at his phone.

Chen Hao didn't care and wandered around the store on his own.

His gaze swept over the items on the shelf, most of which were ordinary goods, some of which were even obviously counterfeit.

He walked to a corner where a pile of messy things was stacked, like unpacked goods that hadn't been sorted yet.

His gaze suddenly froze.

It was a stack of yellowed silk scroll fragments, carelessly stuffed into a dilapidated wooden box. The silk scrolls were so badly damaged that the edges were all rough, and in some places they had even rotted into pieces.

However, the writing on it is still faintly visible.

Chen Hao approached, picked up a piece, and examined it carefully.

The characters are very ancient; they are in Small Seal script.

Moreover, there's an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

His brow twitched slightly, but his expression remained calm.

"Boss, how much is this?" He walked to the counter with the stack of silk book fragments in his hand.

The boss looked up, glanced at what was in his hand, and paused for a moment.

He muttered to himself that it was junk he had collected from the countryside for two hundred yuan. He had had it for two years, but no one wanted it. He had even had someone look at it, who said that although it was an old item, it was too broken to be repaired or sold.

He was prepared to dispose of them as scrap.

"This..." The shopkeeper's eyes darted around. "This is a real gem, a silk manuscript from the Western Zhou Dynasty, extremely rare..."

Chen Hao looked at him without saying a word.

The shop owner felt a little guilty under his gaze and coughed lightly, "Um... if you want it, give me eight thousand."

Chen Hao remained silent, simply watching him quietly.

The shop owner felt uneasy under his gaze and gritted his teeth: "Five thousand! That's the lowest I can go!"

Chen Hao said calmly, "You said you bought it for two hundred, now you want five thousand?"

The boss's expression changed: "W-how did you know?"

Chen Hao didn't answer, but took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out two thousand yuan, and put it on the counter.

"Two thousand, I'll take it."

The shopkeeper looked at the two thousand yuan, then at the tattered silk book in his hand, and was overjoyed.

two thousand!

He bought it for 200 and resold it for 2,000, making a net profit of 1,800!

This is a great deal!

He nodded quickly: "Deal! Deal! I'll wrap it up for you!"

He took the silk scroll, carefully wrapped it in newspaper, and handed it to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao took it and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper watched him walk out the door and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Idiot! Two thousand dollars for a pile of junk!"

Chen Hao walked out of the shop and put the bundle of silk into his Qiankun bag.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

Two thousand yuan?

Even if it were twenty million, he wouldn't trade it.

He recognized the handwriting on the stack of silk scrolls.

He continued walking and went into several more shops, where he bought the cinnabar and talisman paper he needed, as well as several pieces of fine Hetian jade.

After shopping, he took a taxi home.

In the evening, Chen Siyao went home after school.

"Brother, I'm back!" she shouted as soon as she entered the door.

Upon hearing the sound, Yuehen immediately scrambled up from the carpet, wagged its tail, and ran to Chen Siyao's side. It rubbed against her leg and made soft whimpering sounds, as if welcoming her home.

Chen Hao poked his head out from the kitchen: "Wash your hands and eat, dinner is ready."

Chen Siyao put down her schoolbag, washed her hands, and sat down at the dining table.

Four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, all of which looked and smelled delicious.

"Wow, this is delicious food!" Chen Siyao picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

Chen Hao sat down opposite him and ate slowly.

The brother and sister sat at the dining table eating, and Chen Siyao chattered away, sharing interesting things that happened at school with Chen Hao.

Huang Qiaoling was so excited after meeting him today that she kept showing off the photos and autographs in her dormitory.

She also recounted a little incident that happened in class, her tone lively and adorable, full of youthful energy.

Chen Hao listened quietly, occasionally serving his sister food with gentle eyes. His long-lonely heart was warmed by this long-lost family affection, filled with peace and contentment.

After finishing her meal, Chen Siyao helped clear the dishes, then settled down on the sofa and idly scrolled through her phone.

After scrolling for a while, she got bored and turned on a live stream.

As soon as the live stream started, hundreds of thousands of people flooded in instantly:

[I am Ying Zheng: I'm here! Good evening, Yao Yao!]