Star Trace Gate

At noon, the curtains blocked the bright sunshine, and the hotel room was dark. Ren Ye was lying on the bed with his head covered, soundly asleep.

He was too tired. Only in the real world, under the protection of the watchers, could he sleep so soundly.

"Boom...!"

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Ren Ye sat up suddenly, and after forcing his brain to turn on for three seconds, he shouted and asked: "Who is it?"

"I'm in an emergency." Mr. Yan's voice came from outside the door.

"Come... here." Ren also yawned, rubbed his eyes and got out of bed, opening the door: "What's the matter, leader?"

"Mr. Zhu called and said that the goods are ready. Let's go there now." Yan Duoduo lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "You have five minutes to wash up."

Ren was also confused: "Isn't he very indifferent yesterday? Why did he suddenly change his attitude?"

"It may be that the Ministry of Rites contacted him again, or there may be other factors. In short, he suddenly became much more active." Yan Duoduo raised his hand and handed over two bags containing new clothes, and urged: "Hurry up and pack up, I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Okay, where is Tang Feng?"

"I gave him a day off and he went home."

"understood."

After the two briefly exchanged a few words, Ren Ye ran into the bathroom like a whirlwind and started washing up.

After a while, he finished washing and changed into new clothes, then came to the living room.

Dad was sitting at the window, fiddling with the computer: "Want to go out?"

"Hmm, I might come back later, and you can go to the restaurant for lunch." Ren Ye glanced at his father in a hurry and started to walk out.

"Okay." Dad nodded while adjusting his glasses.

Ren also trotted to the door, suddenly stopped again, turned to look at his father sitting in the sun, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Dad saw him stop and raised his head to ask.

Ren Ye stepped to his father's side, carefully raised his hand, and pointed at the white hair on his temples with a surprised expression: "...you...why do you suddenly have so many white hairs?"

The father was stunned for a moment: "My hair has turned gray a long time ago, but you couldn't tell because I dyed it all the time. In the past few days in Kyoto, my hair has grown out again."

His tone was very relaxed, his body was sitting in the sun, and his waist was a little rickety.

In Ren Ye's memory, his father's image has not changed for many years. He is a middle-aged father who is a bit dull, likes to wear big pants and hurdle vests, and is not good at talking. He is very ordinary and ordinary.

But at this moment, this second... Ren Ye suddenly felt like his father was getting old.

It seemed that he went from middle age to old age without noticing.

Just like most children, at the moment when a certain picture is frozen, they will suddenly find that... their parents are no longer young, they are old, and there is twilight on their faces.

Ren was also very distressed and guilty. He felt that his father's sudden feeling of age was caused by thinking too much about him recently.

"Dad, don't worry, I'm really fine." Ren Ye hugged his father again and said seriously: "You can't help me with my work. You're getting angry with me. Yes, it makes me feel burdened.”

"Haha." Ren Daguo looked at his son's expression and felt a little surprised: "I understand, don't be burdened and do your job well."

"Ok!"

The father and son looked at each other for a moment, their eyes full of trust and no need to say anything.

Ren also patted his father's hand: "I'll go back and dye my hair to look young... I'm really in a hurry, so I'm leaving first."

"Okay, I'll dye it 198, haha." Dad smiled.

In the blink of an eye, Ren disappeared into the guest room.

Dad sat on the chair, crossed his hands, and turned to look out the window. The sense of age in his eyes and the sense of twilight on his cheeks became more obvious in the colorful light...

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Duoduo and Ren Ye rushed to Mr. Zhu's shopkeeper's room again.

The three of them stood together in the secret room at the back of the shopkeeper's room. Mr. Pig smiled and said, "We formally welcome you two to Pawn Shop No. 10."

"Thank you for your hard work." Yan Duoduo made a greeting gesture.

"Ong!"

A bit of starlight shone and gradually spread out, turning into a twisted and irregular star gate, and then the three people disappeared out of thin air.

When he opened his eyes again, a smooth, bustling and noisy ancient long street appeared, with people coming and going on both sides, and a large number of vendors in ancient costumes walking back and forth.

Ren also looked up and found that he was in the middle of the long street. In front of him was a very tall ancient building that could not be seen to the edge. There is a shiny golden plaque hanging above the attic with the words "Pawn Shop No. 10" written on it.

Judging from its appearance and architectural structure, this looks like a glorious ancient pawnshop headquarters from a certain dynasty. Standing in front of the door, Ren Ye seemed to be able to smell the "aura of wealth" coming to his face.

"please!"

Mr. Pig wore a black robe and led the way with a smile.

"Let's go." Yan Duoduo greeted Ren Ye.

As soon as the three of them entered, all the busy waiters in the lobby bowed and saluted: "Good afternoon, shopkeeper."

"Say hello to the guest." Mr. Pig replied with a smile while walking with his hands behind his back.

"Welcome you two guests to Pawn Shop No. 10!"

"...!"

Amidst a burst of greetings and calls, Mr. Zhu led the two of them to the Tianzi No. 3 warehouse in the middle courtyard.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by a fresh breath. The huge warehouse seems a little empty. There are only a dozen items covered with red cloth and placed quietly in the center of the ground.

After the door closed, Mr. Zhu pointed at the dozen items and said: "We have summarized your requests and found some magical props that should be suitable for the Qingliang Mansion Star Gate. Some of the props here are orphans, and there is only one , and some are samples from batch props.”

Yan Duoduo looked at the objects covered with red cloth with his hands behind his back, and made a pun: "...yesterday there were none, but today the samples have been placed. The ability to defraud the chamber of commerce in mobilizing materials is indeed extraordinary."

Mr. Pig could naturally understand the meaning of these words. He pointed at Ren Ye and said, "I'm very optimistic about you, young man."

"Thank you." Ren was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhu is really a help in times of need. This kindness... I will definitely keep it in my heart. If you don't mind, I will call you big brother from now on, so that you can be more affectionate. "

"Okay, thank you for your love, little brother Ren Ye, we will definitely move around more in the future." Mr. Zhu clasped his fists happily and looked at Yan Duoduo again: "Yan Xingguan, before the transaction starts, I have a few words to say explain."

"You said it." Yan Duoduo nodded.

"Let's talk about what we can do first." Mr. Pig stepped towards the object covered with red cloth and said softly: "First, we only do one business. Since we have decided to sell magical props to the year-watchers, we will not accept any more Orders from the Chaos camp. Second, although the competition for the ownership of the Star Gate in Qingliang Mansion is fierce, the value of these magical props will also increase significantly, but I will only increase the price by 30%. It’s fine if I can make a profit. It’s hard to make a fortune for the country. Thirdly, I can also help the people who keep the age to buy protective information at an affordable price. You can reimburse me as much as you want, and you won’t earn a cent more.”