stole a little zombie

Bei Haoran only found out that there was an event here after seeing the push of the local official account by chance.He took Kong Shuangci, who was not happy, to the entrance, taking the opportunity to buy candied haws, he let her go naturally.

"Give me two bunches of hawthorns, no mixed fruits." Bei Haoran took out his wallet from his pocket, staring at the red fruit. He hadn't eaten this thing for more than a year. Thinking of the sweet and sour taste, Some saliva was secreted from the mouth unconsciously.

"Okay, five yuan, you take it." The man who sold the candied haws yelled in a local accent, and stuffed the candied haws wrapped in sugar paper into Bei Haoran's hands.

Kong Shuangci crossed his arms and said, "Brother Ran, how old are you? Do you still eat what children eat? I don't want it! My teeth are so sticky, there is no place to wash my hands when it gets stained."

Bei Haoran nodded, opened the zipper of the backpack, and stuffed the candied haws into it.

"You..." Seeing that Bei Haoran didn't coax her, Kong Shuangci was furious again.

"There are still a lot of snacks inside." Bei Haoran smiled and waved as if he didn't see her livid face, "There is always something you like."

Although it is a sacrifice, the people who come here basically don't know who is the sacred one. Everyone has only one purpose, and that is to join in the fun!On the paulownia tree that has become bald from freezing, the red lanterns are firmly tied. Looking from a distance, one might think that the tree has changed its species.On both sides under the tree, there are all kinds of stalls filled to the brim. Visitors are like silted sand, moving slowly, wearing down jackets and hoods, squeezed inside twice, sweating from the heat.

As soon as Kong Shuangci came in, she became even more unhappy. Look, there was nothing pleasing to the eye.

The only one who feels happy may be Tang Xiaoxiao.There are a lot of people talking here, and no one will pay attention to the zipper of the backpack. He pinches the candied haws that Bei Haoran gave him, and licks it from time to time. His eyes look out, and he sees delicious, beautiful, and interesting things. , so he poked Bei Hao with a bamboo stick and backed it, and asked this stupid human being to buy it for him.

Bei Haoran was so poked that he couldn't laugh or cry, if something was cheap, he would buy a small portion and put it in his bag.

Kong Shuangci walked with him all the way, without eating anything, just watched Bei Haoran buy pea yellow, fried enema, mutton skewers, and donkey rolling there, as if he was going to take these delicacies home.

"Brother Ran!" Kong Shuangci's girlish face suddenly turned into a resentful woman, "Why do you only buy things for yourself?!"

"Ah?" Bei Haoran was stunned for a moment, "You didn't say you want to eat it... well, then this skewer of grilled squid is for you, eat it quickly."

The scorched squid tendrils were poked in front of Kong Shuangci, and the fine chili powder and charcoal fire gas penetrated into her nostrils. Kong Shuangci, who never liked roadside stalls, quickly turned his head and said disgustedly: "I don't eat this, it's fishy!"

"You don't want to eat, why do you want me to buy it?" Bei Haoran shook his head and walked to the front.

The more Kong Shuangci thought about it, the more angry she was. What a good date she arranged today. She went to the International Trade Center to go shopping leisurely, do some shopping, sit in a high-end restaurant and enjoy delicious food, and go to the club to skate in the evening. In the burning smell, they huddled together with these uncouth middle-aged women and loudly shouting little kids.Just now, Bei Haoran comforted her that she was here to descend to the mortal world, but no one here stared at her and brother Ran, as if their youthful beauty was not worth mentioning, not even a gaudy rabbit doll.

Kong Shuangci, who was still angry, was squeezed again, and she simply gritted her teeth and went in the opposite direction.

Bei Haoran glanced back, seeing the other party leaving angrily, he was immediately relieved.He hugged his backpack to his chest and whispered, "Is there anything else you want to eat? No, let's go back."

As a result, no one answered him.Bei Haoran was startled, thinking that the ginseng doll had been stolen, opened the bag to look, and saw Tang Xiaoxiao took off his gloves, revealing a round belly with bulging cheeks, stuffing pea yellow into his mouth.

"Well...I think...I can still...eat!" Tang Xiaoxiao said vaguely, like a little hamster storing food.

Bei Haoran closed the bag with black lines all over his face. This stupid thing said he could still eat it, so he couldn't feed him anymore. If he died of hunger, where would he find a second ginseng doll?

After leaving Kong Shuangci angry, Bei Haoran didn't want to stay any longer, he followed the flow of people to the end of the stall, and when he was about to go out, he found the road was blocked.A large group of people gathered in front of a certain booth, watching something lively.

Bei Haoran wanted to push through, but whispered to the people around him: "Rang Rang, please let me go, let me go."

I don't know who said something extra: "Someone bought a fake antique and is clamoring to return it! The two of them are about to fight, why let it go? Wait a minute, don't disturb us to watch the fun."

As soon as this remark came out, many people echoed it.

Bei Haoran doesn't like to watch the bustle of the market, maybe it's because, in the past, he was regarded as a bustle by others, so he understands the power of sight and words, and doesn't want to be a part of it.

However, fake antiques?

What Tang Xiaoxiao said in the locker room resurfaced in Bei Haoran's ears again. Could it be that when people participate in antiques, they are really connected with each other and can be distinguished by smell?Such a fantasy thing, do you want to try it again?

Bei Haoran turned his footsteps, and the whole person began to squeeze in.

"If you don't give me my money back today, I'll just stay here! Let's see if you can still make a deal!"

"Sister, the antique store has never said to refund money! Even if your husband misses it, you can't refund it!"

"Hey! You smelly and shameless, who do you call big sister? You don't take pictures of yourself in the urine, and your face is full of wrinkles. How dare you call someone else big sister?"

"Don't engage in personal attacks! I warn you!"

"Warning me? Oh, come on, you want to hit a woman, don't you? You go ahead and hit me, if you dare to move a finger of my mother, I will smash you!"

……

The hot-tempered quarrel came from the inner circle, mixed with booing from all around—"Smash it!" Experience, finally squeezed in, and when he looked up, he saw the two protagonists of the incident.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a goatee, wearing a jacket and black-framed round glasses. He doesn't look like a cultural relic peddler, but an ancient private school teacher.The woman who came to make trouble had big shoulders and a loud voice, and she overwhelmed the stall owner in terms of momentum. Bei Haoran couldn't help but feel a little worried. Could it be possible to give this woman a refund?

Buying antiques is not like buying things in Taobao, a supermarket, because they can be returned or exchanged.There are a lot of particularities in this, and it is basically a convention. It is rare to see such unruly people.

The stall owner just said that there is no such thing as returning goods in the antique world, which is absolutely true.Buyers have to be careful when looking at things. If you leave this door, you will get both money and goods. Who cares?Even if you really bought a fake product, no one will return it, because you can't afford to lose this person.But, how else can we say that people's hearts are not ancient?The woman who came to make trouble looked like she was killing a pig. Maybe she really didn't understand the rules. She just thought that clothes and furniture can be refunded, but why can't you buy a broken bottle?

But she doesn't understand, doesn't her husband understand?A big man who doesn't show his face and asks a woman to come out to make trouble is not only unbearable to lose, but also despicable as a mouse.

Bei Haoran covered his mouth and shouted in the crowd: "Didn't your husband buy it? Tell him to return it by himself!"

"He's kneeling on the washboard at home! No time!" The fat woman didn't know who was shouting, so she yelled without thinking.

The crowd burst into laughter, and even the stall owner, who was trembling with anger, couldn't hold back, showing his yellow teeth.

"Sister-in-law is a tigress!" Someone laughed at her in the crowd.

"Hey!" The fat woman raised her brows and raised the broken bottle in her hand, "You can judge for yourself, my husband spent a thousand on this broken thing! I just let this guy who spends money like water on the stand He knelt down on the washboard and slapped him twice without using his hands! Calling me a tigress? That’s better than being a poor cat!"

An old man advised her: "Buying antiques depends on your eyesight. Your husband is not as skilled as others, so you can only admit it. Otherwise, no one will sell him anything in the future."

Unexpectedly, the fat woman's eyes lit up: "That's just right! I'm going to return this thing!"

After all, this woman is not from the antique circle, she doesn't care about those rules at all, she is not stingy, and she is determined to get her money back.In the face of such a person, unless you are more ruthless than her and scare her, it is possible for her to dispel this idea, but the stall owner sifts through it like chaff, and it is clear at a glance who is afraid of whom.

Others felt that today's money should be refunded.

Only Bei Haoran took a closer look at the vase in the fat woman's hand. The mouth of the vase was broken and a little imperfect, but the porcelain surface was pretty good. Knowing whether it is fading or not obvious at all, I rolled my eyes, looking a little unhappy.

Tang Xiaoxiao hid in his backpack by himself, and happened to eat up all the snacks.

Bei Haoran asked him in a low voice: "Little ginseng, did you hear it just now? Smell it for me, how old is the vase in that woman's hand?"

Tang Xiaoxiao thought, no wonder they gave me so many delicious food, they wanted me to work.snort!Human beings really don't suffer at all.Secretly wrote something down in the small notebook, Tang Xiaoxiao poked his head out, and confirmed it with just one glance: "That thing is more than 200 years old."

Bei Haoran thought about it in his heart, more than 200 years?Push forward, isn't that the Qing Dynasty?And it was still in the middle of the Qing Dynasty... the Kangxi and Qianlong heydays?The age of this thing is right, no matter whether it is government-made or not, if you win it for 1000 yuan, at least you can't pay it back.

However, what Bei Haoran was wondering about was whether he should trust Tang Xiaoxiao or not.His monthly salary is [-]. Although it is for his grandfather's sake, he still has to pay rent, keep living expenses, and be responsible for his own tuition.In the past three years, not many survived.

"And look, the color of these birds has faded! Even a layman like me knows they are fake! That's why my husband is stupid, he was tricked by this black-hearted guy!" The fat woman continued to shoot, The more people there are, the louder her voice is, and she has the momentum of fighting more and more courageously.

The stall owner was all hopeless, thinking that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, and thought that a good man would not fight with a woman.

It was Bei Haoran who made the sound. He put on an Erkang pose, and blurted out to the fat woman: "Wait! Don't embarrass the stall owner."

"Who are you?" The fat woman didn't expect a young guy to get into the bar, and he was quite good-looking, so her tone softened a little.

"It's really not good to buy and sell antique toys, so don't embarrass the stall owner." Bei Haoran said something fair, and added before the fat woman went mad, "However, I think this bottle is worth 1000 yuan. If you really want to get your money back, so be it, resell it to me."

For a moment, the middle-aged stall owner burst into tears, and almost thought he had met an angel.

"Young man, I can't steal your money! What's wrong with you at such a young age, to be taken advantage of by others?" The fat woman looked at Bei Haoran like a fool, and shook her head repeatedly.

A few old men nearby asked: "Young man, have you seen something tricky?"

Bei Haoran couldn't tell the truth, so he had to make nonsense: "My family is in this business, and I have been in this business since I was a child. In my opinion, your bottle is really worth it. I am willing to pay this money to buy peace! Besides, you have been stuck here for so long. If the water is not leaking, it will also affect the traffic, right?"

There were sporadic words of agreement from the crowd, and not everyone likes to watch the excitement.

The fat woman is still hesitating.

Bei Haoran turned around and asked the stall owner: "Are you willing to return?"

Backed by an angel, the stall owner shook his head like a spinning top: "I won't retreat! Anyway, I didn't cheat anyone. At worst, let's call the police and see who the police listen to."

"You..." The fat woman glared.

Bei Haoran smoothed things over: "Should we continue to quarrel? Can everyone be happy?"

Thus, under the witness of everyone, Bei Haoran and the fat woman transferred money through WeChat, and the delivery was completed.The stall owner closed the stall directly, saying that his heart was hurt and he had to go back to rest for a few days.Before leaving, he even said amen to Bei Haoran several times.It made Bei Haoran baffled.

In the crowd, some said that Bei Haoran was stupid, and some said that Bei Haoran was loyal. No matter what the evaluation was, once the excitement ended, the people would follow.

When the cold wind blew, the booth was empty, as if nothing had happened.

Bei Haoran found a remote corner and wanted to put the bottle in his bag, but found that Tang Xiaoxiao looked sleepy and very listless.

"What's wrong?" Bei Haoran was very worried, and poked Tang Xiaoxiao.

"Ouch..." I don't know where Bei Haoran touched, but Tang Xiaoxiao's complexion suddenly changed, and he retched a few times.Cold sweat broke out from Xiaodong's face. He held his stomach, said in great pain and powerlessness: "My stomach... swells... it makes me...so...it hurts..."

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Tang Xiaoxiao, the first zombie in history, was stuffed to death by human food...