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Lin Jin blinked hard until his eyes were dry.Anyway, it's not that I can't come back, and it's useless to be sad now.There were several hours before the plane took off, so Lin Jin went to an antique street near his home.

This street has a history of many years, with white bricks and blue tiles, bronze statues of the Republic of China in the streets and alleys, a few old craftsmen with stalls in front of them, sitting on the stone pier, with deep wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, and the dry and rough hands like old branches carrying the past. The years and winds and frosts.

Lin Jin often comes here. This place has an inexplicable sense of familiarity and belonging to her. Sometimes she even feels that she should be from this place and live here until she grows old and dies.

Several people who set up stalls here all the year round knew her, and to put it bluntly, they were a little afraid of her. Lin Jin had poisonous eyes, and although she didn't listen much in class, she was good at cultural relics appraisal.Antique business, especially doing business on street stalls like this, is nothing more than picking up leaks.Lin Jin has picked up countless unremarkable but really valuable things in the past few years, but he has never taken any medicine ③, hating the sellers so much that their teeth itch.

But Lin Jin didn't come to pick up leaks at the beginning, not for money, nor for collection, but just wanted to enter the teahouse in the deepest alley.

The teahouse has stood there for hundreds of years, probably an industry handed down from generation to generation.Every time I walk here, I can smell the fragrance of tea leaves without getting close, curling around my nose.

She remembered that her father’s favorite thing was to drink tea. She had seen a lot of empty tea jars at home before, and there were all kinds of tea, such as black tea, green tea, Longjing Maojian, famous tea and camellia. This teahouse bought it for him.

The exquisite tea pots were wiped spotless, and the tender green leaves slowly unfolded after soaking in the water. Lin Jin felt that this place was extraordinarily different because of her mother.

At that time, there was no extra money, and it took a long time to save money to buy some tea, but later I had enough ability, and my desire to buy tea for him faded away.

Lin Jin walked in, and the boss lay on the rocking chair and looked up at her through the reading glasses, still holding a newspaper in his hand.He asked her with an old and hoarse voice, "Little girl, what do you want? This year's new tea has just arrived, let's have a look."

Lin Jin looked at the teas in glass jars and gift boxes, and said with a smile, "Is there any camellia? It's the kind that's picked directly from the mountains and hasn't been processed much."

After hearing this, the boss finally put down the newspaper, sat up, leaned on crutches, and tremblingly walked into the back room to fetch tea, humming an old song.

When he came out, he already had a small plastic bag in his hand, which contained long, thin tea leaves that looked like plant stems, and handed it to Lin Jin casually.

"This is Longxi tea, which grows on high slopes." The old man said in a low voice.

Longxi's tea...

Lin Jin asked, "What kind of place is Longxi?"

The old man shook his head and remained silent.

Lin Jin paid the money and went out. It was getting late, and she had to catch an evening flight.

When Lin Jin returned home, he hurriedly picked up his luggage, ran up to the attic to get the box, and put the paper back in the box.

The sunset glow shone through the small window in the attic, and a few strands of golden light came in. Lin Jin placed the photo on the table in the attic, and the woman's face was flushed red by the glow.

Lin Jin was going to a very far place, and it would take several hours to fly by plane. It was late at night when she got off the plane, so An Qiao ran from the local archaeological research institute to the airport to pick her up.

The air here is much better than that at home, the wind is humid, and the sky is full of stars twinkling and hanging in the night sky.

An Qiao helped Lin Jin carry the bag, and said with a smile, "Are you tired? Take a good rest at the hotel tonight."

Lin Jin nodded and followed An Qiao to the hotel.An Qiao didn't talk much, Lin Jin endured it for a long time, and finally asked, "Uncle An, my father..."

An Qiao was stunned for a moment, paused, and then continued to walk forward. His tone was deliberately flat, "Mr. Lin accidentally slipped down a slope when he went into the mountain to look at the ancient tomb, and hit his head on the same spot. On the stone. There was no one around him at the time, and he had passed out for a long time when we found out..."

Lin Jin hummed.

An Qiao looked back at her. He and Lin Jin's parents had worked together for many years, and the friendship and tacit understanding between them was unmatched by ordinary people. At the beginning, he also watched Lin Jin's birth, and he regarded her as his own child in his heart.

Lin Jin's father has been guiding him since he first started working. He is his teacher when he entered the industry. No matter what he does, Mr. Lin takes good care of him and can be his role model.

But the only thing about Lin Jin's mother was that he felt that he was too paranoid. The dead could not be brought back to life. He had tired himself and others for so many years for a dead person.

There was also the mystery of Longxi that they had never solved before they were alive. He even wanted to impose it on his own child, and it was too cruel for her to bear this responsibility that should not belong to her.

An Qiao sighed, reached out and touched Lin Jin's head: "You know, it's not painful for him."

Lin Jin had a sore nose and didn't dare to speak, she was afraid that tears would fall when she opened her mouth.Obviously at that time, I didn't seem to be that uncomfortable, but at some point I suddenly felt that I couldn't bear it, and then recalled those times that were rare but really existed.Whether it's good or bad, it still lingers in my mind when I think about it now, and I can't get rid of it.

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Updated ⊙▽⊙

Sleepy to fainting tonight =_= Visa application was rejected again, so gloomy. . .

barley

There have been no little angels bubbling in the past few days (grievously pointing fingers)

popular science (?????)

① Picking up leaks: Bought valuable antiques at a very cheap price

②Drilling: Misreading and buying a counterfeit

③Take medicine: It also means that you have lost your sight

These are all jargon in the antique world~~~