Dangdang shop

"Why are you up?" Wang Dun looked back and saw Hu Cheng coming out of the back door, with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face.

"I can't sleep. I came here to have a look when I heard that there was a business coming. Why, can't the three cabinets look real?" Hu Cheng winked in front of outsiders, and stood very humbly behind Wang Dun.

"This thing is really in the hands of your elder brother. I can't do it. You sit and talk slowly, and make tea in the back." Kuizi saw that there were a lot of people in the room, and it was a bit crowded, anyway. My professional level is not up to that level, so instead of showing my eyes here, it's better to endure for a while in the waiter later.

"You old...er, this guest, please sit down."

"Yes, I have caused you trouble." The silver-haired young man pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of Ying Ting's nose, sat in the guest seat in a gentle manner, and bowed slightly, meaning to wait The host is seated.

This man is a scholar, and he is quite old-fashioned. There is always a title of research institute that can't be escaped. Hu Cheng looked at him, nodded and sat down, and was very curious about his white hair.

"Isn't it dyed on purpose? I look like a student of the Chinese Department. Is it because I admire Li Bai? The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate seems to be long?" Taking advantage of the time when the two of them sat down, Wang Dun rubbed his hands secretly. He muttered to Hu Cheng in a low voice.

Hu Cheng simply glanced at him and didn't say anything. According to what he said, he still needs to do a hair extension, and it needs to be connected for three thousand feet. Those who didn't know it while walking on the road thought it was stretched noodles. I really don't understand. The brain circuit of this big cabinet.

"I came today because I want you two to give me a hand. I'm afraid we can't suppress this thing. Maybe it has no fate with it. I don't think about anything now. I just hope that life can return to a peaceful life soon. Get on the mend." The young man said, his nasal voice became more and more intense, and it sounded a bit like he was about to cry.

"Talk slowly if you have something to say, let's have a warm drink first." Seeing Kuizi bring tea in, Wang Dun hurriedly served the guest a cup first.

"Thank you, I..."

The young man seemed to be hurt again by Wang Dun's enthusiasm, and finally couldn't hold back, two teardrops rolled down. He himself seemed to be taken aback, and subconsciously put the teacup on the table, as if Afraid that my tears would stain other people's things, I can see that I don't want to cause disasters, and I don't know if I accepted some unexplained antiques by mistake, and turned an honest scholar into a It's painful to look at now.

"Since you were able to find this place late at night, it must have been introduced by an acquaintance? People who come to our shop more or less encounter one or two bumps. Don't worry if you come here by fate. I haven't missed it before." Hu Cheng smiled brightly at Wang Dun, and dunked a de Gaulle on him firmly.

What the hell is this, forcing me to take this order?Well, what Liaozhai said is right. Sure enough, the fox and the scholar are official spouses. Wait a minute, what about me?Where did you put the old man?Wang Dun was speechless and asked the sky.

"Yes, yes, I have heard about it. It was a senior of mine who introduced me. He personally likes collecting very much. He has heard of the name of Guibao." The young man said very politely. Youguang, for the time being, left behind the depression that Liao Zhai brought him.

"It's easy to say, you should light up the things first, so that our second shopkeeper can take a look." It's not that Wang Dun is big, it's mainly because the rules of pawnshops have been like this since ancient times. After passing through the hands of the second shopkeeper, it can be regarded as a formality, without losing face.

"Yes, look at me, I just want to vomit bitterness." The gentle man's face was hot, and he stretched out the back of his hand to rub his cheeks, and then took out two briefcases from the briefcase he had been holding tightly. file holder.

"It's just these two things. Speaking of which, this is the wedding gift my wife and I got."

"A wedding present?" Hearing him say, Hu Cheng didn't rush to open the file bag, but asked with great interest. This in itself seemed a bit strange to him. Nowadays, marriages are all casual gifts, and some people use their mobile phones to I sent out a red envelope, why are there still people giving things away? Even if it is a gift, it should be some small decorations at home. What's the matter with sending two document bags? Could it be that there are stacks of cash in it?

"Well, you'll know when you open it." The man pushed his glasses and said embarrassingly.

"This is..." Hu Cheng casually opened a file bag, and found that inside was an ancient thread-bound book with a mottled cover, and opened another one, which was almost exactly the same. It should be the first and second volume.

"Is this the wedding present you got?"

Hu Cheng's curiosity was more and more aroused, reasoning, newlyweds can't give old things, don't the gift givers know taboos, but looking at the gentle and white-haired man in front of him, he seems to cherish these two volumes very much More importantly, it didn't look like he was disgusted. Usually, the guests who came to the door at this time would avoid the things they brought, but this man was different. It was really like saying goodbye to his beloved. His eyes are turning red, like an infatuated scholar who came out of drama.

"Well, yes, don't be offended by the second shopkeeper. Although it is said that the newlyweds should not give old things away, when my wife and I got these two volumes of books, we can be said to be ecstatic." Thick spectacle lenses can see the flickering light in it, it seems that he is really a book lover.

"Actually, my wife and I met through social networks. At that time, we both participated in a book club held on the Internet. Because the works we were interested in were very similar, we communicated more in the group. Over time We met each other because we felt admiration for each other."

When the young man mentioned his love affair that had already been cultivated, a trace of joy gradually appeared on his bloodless face, and his complexion became a little ruddy. If you don't look at his white hair, he would look like some young guy The masculinity is gone.

Hu Cheng couldn't help but nodded, with a rare indifferent smile on his face, but found that Wang Dun's eyes lit up as well, smiling warmly, and he quickly restrained himself. With a smile, he nodded at the young guest, signaling him to continue talking.

"Why, you are also a collector. Are these two books collected for a long time?" Hu Cheng stretched out his hand and gently stroked the broken scroll, feeling the unique sense of history formed by the ancient objects traveling through time. .

"That's not true. In fact, these two volumes are the first and second volumes of a novel. Not many people know about this novel, and it hasn't even been mentioned in the history of literature. An interesting story in the literary world." The white-haired young man said, and picked up one of them with great care and rubbed it in his hand.

"You mean, although these two books are antiques, they are just ordinary rare books, and they don't have much literary value or collection value? Then why do you still attach so much importance to it?" Hu Cheng looked at it. The eyes of the young man, if he replaces the rare book in his hand with a baby, the expression on his face can be perfectly matched, it is simply love like a treasure.

"Well, I made you laugh, because my wife and I both like textual research and have heard of the name of this novel. Unfortunately, there are only fragments of the novel handed down, and there is no ending, which makes both of us very itchy." The young man also seemed to feel that his actions were a bit explicit, and those who don't particularly like reading books might not understand his behavior, so he hurriedly put the book back on the coffee table in front of Hu Cheng.

"Why hasn't this book been handed down? Even if it's not a classic handed down from generation to generation, the writing and dissemination of novels in several dynasties that are relatively close to the present are relatively prosperous. It is not difficult to keep it." Many of the children who followed the opera troupe were quite good at studying opera and novels, and they helped him spend many sleepless nights in the years when there was no TV or mobile phone network.

"It's true that most ordinary novels can be preserved, but these two volumes are a bit special. They were originally written by a court official and a hermit, Lian Wen, and they are the only ones who own them. I didn't expect the manuscript to be handed down to this day. It was discovered by a friend in the second-hand book market by accident, because we always talked about this book in the circle of friends, so we paid attention to buying it and gave it to us. Unexpectedly..." Having said this, the young man sighed heavily again.

"Lianwen? What is Lianwen?" Wang Dun, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked. He has a flash memory brain, and he will regularly erase unnecessary things. After erasing, he will not remember them. I have done this, but as a scumbag with an eraser in my mind, I obviously forgot it again.

"It means that two people write a literary work together. For example, ancient literati often played a game called instant couplets. They wrote a long poem together. Whoever has the most ability will add the most lines. The same is true for even texts. It's just a joint novel. As for other fields, there is also the famous four-player Go. They are divided into two groups and each person plays a move. It is a test of the tacit understanding of the participants. It is a brain-burning literati game. .” Hu Cheng, the god of learning, explained slowly.

"My brain is about to burn right now. You gods of learning are really good at playing in the city." Wang Dun shook his head and shrugged, expressing that he didn't quite understand your brain circuits.

"It's okay, but many literati will show off their talents among their classmates and colleagues in this way, but there are also many children who can play this kind of game, just like middle school students exchanging diaries, what, you didn't Have you played?" Hu Cheng suddenly looked at Wang Dun, and came to check the account without any precautions.

"Of course not. Do you have any?" Wang Dun shook his head to show that he had a clear conscience, and asked Hu Cheng casually.

"Heh." To his surprise, Hu Cheng's original sharp eyebrows gradually dimmed, and finally he just smiled, noncommittal.