cute naive

Kang Tianzhen is probably someone who can only speak harsh words. Since that day, Song Wenyuan has made some mental preparations. As a result, the other party has remained silent for more than half a month. It is time to play and eat. I wonder if this guy has forgotten himself.

It was an evening when Jiang Biying received a call after the birthday party. Song Wenyuan had just closed the shop when the phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Wen Yuan, are you okay tonight, come out to have a meal," Jiang Biying said crisply as always, "It's been a long time since we had dinner and chat together."

Song Wenyuan apologized, "I'm sorry, tonight..."

"Excuse!" Jiang Biying pierced him, "I met Uncle Huang at the company this afternoon, so I know you're fine tonight, hum!"

"...Tsk."

Jiang Biying said sternly, "Don't always think of me as a scourge. It's a matter of looking for you this time. I have an antique that I plan to entrust to you."

"Don't make trouble," Song Wenyuan said helplessly, this girl... As the only daughter of the owner of the auction house, if she really wants to sell any antiques, where can she get her turn?

"It's true, don't look at so many people around me, but after much deliberation, only you are the most reliable," Jiang Biying said, "A few days ago, the psycho sent me a little thing, I didn't like it, and I wanted to sell it. Well, I'll donate the money from the sale to the orphanage, so I don't have to worry about it."

... Which neuropathy?Could it be Kang Tianzhen?

Song Wenyuan became inexplicably interested, "What is it?"

"A mandarin duck of agarwood warms hands."

My heart skipped a beat, "Where are you?"

Jiang Biying smiled smugly, "I knew you couldn't beat me, hehe, 06:30, Braised Cuilou, I'll wait for you."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, twilight had already fallen, and the lights in the store were not turned on. Song Wenyuan sat in a deep chair with his eyes closed, gently rubbing his temples, and after a long while, slowly opened his eyes, looking indifferently at the room full of antiques. , got up, closed the store door, straightened his collar, and walked to the street.

Stewed Cuisine Building is a time-honored shop in Antique Street. The shopkeeper is a living fossil-level gourmet. When he was young, he was also a well-known national treasure-level master in the antique shop. A few years ago, on his [-]th birthday, he donated his entire life collection to the National Museum. No antiques, only good food.

Song Wenyuan walked into the store, the old man raised his head, looked at him from the reading glasses, and joked with a smile, "You really are not a gentleman enough, girl Jiang has been here for a long time."

"Tenth Grandpa, don't make fun of me," Song Wenyuan took the ipad from the waiter, "Has she ordered?"

"I just ordered the pot of Biluochun," the waiter said with a smile, "I must be waiting for you to order."

"Okay," Song Wenyuan flipped through the seasonal menu, "Clove pork ribs, Jinling scallops, hibiscus chicken slices, anchovy shrimp, and a Pingqiao tofu soup," turning his head to the waiter, "Speed ​​up the dishes."

The tenth prince smiled and waved his hands, "No need for speed, I think the slower the better, I will give you enough time to talk about love."

"Don't make trouble, old man," Song Wenyuan begged for mercy, "I don't have the relationship with her that you think."

"Well, it seems that the fire is not here yet," said the tenth prince, like an old urchin, very happy to be his partner, and said with a smile, "then hurry up to add fire, she is in Meiqing Pavilion."

Song Wenyuan went upstairs reluctantly, pushed open the door of the private room, and what came into his eyes was a brocade screen, and Jiang Biying's hazy shadow was outlined on the thin screen. She was slender, with long hair reaching her waist, and she looked like a beauty made of official porcelain.

Such a beautiful woman, but any straight man, I am afraid there is no one who will not be tempted.

Turning around the screen, Jiang Biying was sitting by the window, looking at him with a smile, "I knew you would come."

Song Wenyuan lost his temper with her completely, "I didn't expect Kang Tianzhen to give you the mandarin duck hand warmer."

"How do you know that the psychopath I'm talking about is him?" Jiang Biying took out a hand warmer from her small bag and handed it to him.

"Because he cut the beard from my hand at the beginning."

The mandarin duck warmed his hands and found them again. Song Wenyuan was full of complicated feelings. Holding this small piece of agarwood, he lowered his eyes and sniffed lightly, feeling the sweet fragrance of agarwood. "I'll transfer the money to your account when I go back."

"Whatever you want, I just want to sell this thing, out of sight and out of sight."

"You," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, disapproving of her behavior, "does this do what he wants?"

"What's your intention? I'm fine if I didn't fall. He's just crazy. After returning to China for half a month, he almost annoyed me to death. I don't know how his parents cultivated such a wonderful creature."

"Perhaps the method is a bit extreme, but he is also infatuated with you," Song Wenyuan said kindly for Kang Tianzhen, "I think you might as well try it with him, maybe there are still many bright spots that you haven't discovered yet?"

"I'm afraid that I'll be killed by accident," Jiang Biying was annoyed, "Yesterday Pidianpidian came to me with a warm hand, saying that one person is one, love determines this life, talking crazy..."

Song Wenyuan caught a word and stopped his chopsticks, "One for each person? You mean, he also has a hand warmer?"

"Isn't it?" Jiang Biying said, "Mandarin ducks are birds that love each other, so there is no reason to carve only one."

"...the other one is actually in his hand." Song Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, smiled wryly, and opened the phone album, "Actually, this pair of hand warmers belonged to my great-grandpa. recorded in it."

Jiang Biying knew that "Huaixin Louchang Wuzhi" was the work of Mr. Song. It consisted of two letters and sixteen volumes. There were photos and hand-painted, which recorded the collections of several generations of the Song family. Only one of the volumes was handed down to Song Wenyuan.

"If it's convenient, you can help me ask Kang Tianzhen, which one in his hand is he willing to sell?" Song Wenyuan said, "If we can really make a pair, the price will definitely be negotiable."

"It's simple, I'll ask him on WeChat later."

It was already eight o'clock after the two of them finished their meal, and it was early spring when they walked out of the stewed building. The night wind was chilly, Jiang Biying was dressed thinly, and shivered as soon as she went out.

Song Wenyuan said, "Put on your coat..."

Before the words finished, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind, "Bi Ying?"

Song Wenyuan turned his head and met Shang Kang's surprised eyes, and then witnessed this kid's face-changing magic again - within a millisecond, the surprise turned into shock, his eyes were wide open, his eye sockets were about to burst, and his face was filled with grief.

What a natural actor, Song Wenyuan took the time to sigh.

"What are you two doing here?" Kang Tianzhen ran up the steps, staring up at Song Wenyuan, "Dude, prying the corner of the wall? It's not interesting for you to do this."

Song Wenyuan smiled kindly, "Don't get me wrong, I just talked about a deal with Miss Jiang..."

"You think I'm stupid!" Kang Tianzhen said angrily, "What business do you two have to talk about?"

Jiang Biying frowned, "What are you yelling about? Why don't I talk about business with him? Are you in love?"

"Hey..." Kang Tianzhen stared.

"What are you staring at?" Jiang Biying scolded coldly, "Am I wrong? Does what I do with Wen Yuan have anything to do with you? You don't care too much about what you eat, so what should you do if you shut up!"

"!!!"

Kang Tianzhen choked, and the sadness at that moment almost overflowed from his eyes.

Song Wenyuan looked at him, wondering which tendon was wrong, and felt that the little face in front of him looked so...cute?

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Wo! Te???" Kang Tianzhen turned his head suddenly, pointed at his nose and shouted, "Are you still laughing? You are provoking me! It's contempt! It's an insult!"

Song Wenyuan frowned, tilted his head slightly to avoid his fingers, "Don't point at me."

"I'll just point! You're robbing my girlfriend and you're not allowed to point at you?" Kang Tianzhen kept changing gestures with both hands, provocatively, and shouted, "Not only do I want to point, I also use both fingers, I use my index finger, Middle finger, ring finger..."

"..." Song Wenyuan looked at this guy speechlessly, his hands were as biubiubiu as a six-veined sword, silently raised his hand, held his finger, and folded it forcefully.

"Aw—" A scream broke through the sky.

Song Wenyuan got into big trouble.

Early the next morning, when he opened the door of Xiaoxuan's window, Kang Tianzhen's brilliant dimples appeared in front of him, and he sat in a giant luxury wheelchair. Song Wenyuan was shocked from the bottom of his heart, "You..."

Kang Tianzhen immediately pressed the ON button, "Yaoshou, you've done something evil, you've got a black hand! Shameless! It's too horrible!!!"

Antique Street was the most crowded in the early morning, and Kang Tianzhen was crying so hard that the eyes of half the street were immediately attracted.

Song Wenyuan frowned, "What are you doing?"

Kang Tianzhen stretched out both hands trembling slightly, only to see that they were wrapped in thick bandages and tied like hooves, tears streaming down his face, "Why are you so cruel? You broke my wings! Did you make it? This is literally destroying my paradise!"

Song Wenyuan: "..."

The onlookers looked at them curiously, "Is it really broken?"

Kang Tianzhen took out an X-ray film with his hoof, "Ten fingers connected to the heart, the liver and intestines are broken, the bloody murder in the world is utterly tragic!"

"Oh...it's really broken...look here..."

"My God, all ten fingers are broken, how painful it is..."

"Oh, it's so miserable, handsome young man, how did you do it..."

Song Wenyuan stood inside the door with folded arms, expressionless, "Turn left on the street, the second traffic light is the third door on the right hand side, enter the door for registration, the eighth floor is the psychiatric department."

Kang Tianzhen stared, "You say I'm crazy?"

"If you are sick, you should treat it as soon as possible."

"Don't be arrogant!" Kang Tianzhen leaned on the luxurious back of the wheelchair, "If you don't give me an explanation, I won't be leaving today!"

No matter how small the windows and doors of Xiaoxuan are, it is an old shop with a profound heritage. The owner, Huang Xingyun, is a well-known collector in the antique shop, not to mention highly respected, but he can also afford a high reputation. Kang Tianzhen made such a big fuss, which affected Xiaoxuan. Song Wenyuan couldn't bear the reputation of the window.

"what do you want?"

"First, apologize! Then, stay away from the goddess Biying! Finally, pay me for medical expenses! One hundred thousand!"

"..." Song Wenyuan laughed back angrily, and looked at him leisurely, "First, I didn't break your finger, so I won't apologize. Second, Jiang Biying and I didn't have the slightest affection for our classmates. Third, pig’s trotters in supermarkets only sell for 30 yuan a catty.”

Immediately, Kang Tianzhen felt scolded by this guy. He put his hands on the armrests, stood up from the wheelchair, and raised his face fiercely, "I don't eat the toast, I don't take punishment... Damn, who hit me?"

"Idiot!" Kong Xin laughed, walked out from the crowd, slapped Kang Tianzhen so hard that he couldn't find him, grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out of the wheelchair, and dragged him back with one hand .

Kang Tianzhen waved his two hoofs and struggled, "Big Daddy, don't make trouble... Ah, let go... My hairstyle..."

Kong Xinyao waved to Song Wenyuan apologetically, "Xiao Song, I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

Song Wenyuan stood at the door, watching Kang Tianzhen being dragged away with his fangs and claws, chuckled, turned and walked back into the shop.

Being dragged back to the Ancient and Modern Pavilion, Kang Tianzhen stumbled and turned towards the Bogu shelf, grabbed a carved bronze mirror, and wailed, "My handsome bangs..."

"Don't be so embarrassing," Kong Xin threw the phone on him, "Your father's email, read it yourself!"

"It doesn't matter if I read my dad's email or not, it must be a nasty expression of feelings, and the writing is off topic, and the central idea can't be refined. The older I get, the more verbose, oh, look, I'm nagging you to educate me again , Actually, I know everything, the encyclopedia is in my head, I'm so good..." Kang Tianzhen muttered and picked up the phone, his eyes straightened suddenly, the bronze mirror slipped from his hand, and murmured, "My mother is going back to China! "

Kong Xin caught the bronze mirror with a sharp eye, carefully put it back on the ancient shelf, and said with a leisurely smile, "Your mother is finally coming to destroy you humanely. It's really gratifying."

Kang Tianzhen looked hopeless.

Kong Xin took a sip from the small purple sand teapot, smiling broadly, "Nephew, will you be chopped up and flushed into the toilet for what you have done during this time?"

"No, I have to save myself," Kang Tianzhen jumped up, walked around the store twice, and ran straight out the door.

Kong Xin skillfully stretched out his legs, Kang Tianzhen stumbled and fell to the ground, got up and turned around in circles, "I will never have a good life when my mother is here, I can't stay in Nanjing anymore, I have to avoid the limelight, where to go?" What? I, I, I... I'll forget about going abroad, go to Smecta, or Yayingdie..."

"That can't be done. Your mother won't see you when she comes, and it will disturb my peace." Kong Xin said leisurely, "You'd better stay at your hometown to pick you up, so as not to cause trouble for me."

"I'm going! What about family affection? What about love? What about the fine traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young? Now that the cutest innocent of the whole family is in disaster, you still gloat? Drinking tea leisurely?" Kang Tianzhen panicked all over. Not feeling well, he boldly snatched the teapot from Kong Xin, lifted the lid and took a sip, glanced flusteredly at the drawer that was not closed tightly, and was taken aback suddenly, "What is this?"

As he spoke, he took out a black bronzing invitation card from the drawer, his eyes widened suddenly, "Black letter? Midnight auction?"

"Don't rummage through the drawer," Kong Xin snatched it away, "this is not a place for your children to go."

Kang Tianzhen put the panic behind her in an instant, and smiled very greasy, "Short oil, I'm already 22 years old, dear uncle~"

Kong Xin locked the invitation back in the drawer, and said coldly, "Don't even think about it, you should think about how to pick up your mother."

"No matter how cruel my mother is, she is still my own mother, father's sperm and mother's blood, conceived in October..."

"I'm sorry," Kong Xin interrupted him, "You were shot by your father."

"You can't say that," Kang Tian said sincerely, "My father had hundreds of thousands of sperm in one shot, but in the end I was the only one who responded to the call of heaven and earth and was born out of nowhere. It was my mother that Kemble drilled."

Kong Xin was amused by his nonsense, "You don't have a serious word in your mouth."

"Hey," Kang Tianzhen rubbed up, "Uncle, just let me go, I'm already this old, and I've seen a lot of strong winds and waves."

"I really can't do anything about you," Kong Xin smiled dotingly, raised his hand and flicked him on the forehead.

Kang Tianzhen covered his forehead with surprise, "I knew it..."

"no way!!!"

"Fuck me..."

Rejecting Kang Tianzhen mercilessly, Kong Xin sat on the rattan chair drinking tea and playing games, occasionally glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and saw Kang Tianzhen scratching his ears and cheeks next to him, feeling refreshed all over his body.

After torturing him for two hours, a smile appeared on the corner of Kong Xin's lips, he deliberately lowered his head and flipped through the sundries on the table, muttering, "Strange, where is my lighter..."

It's now!

Kang Tianzhen had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and pried open the drawer neatly. With soft and slender fingers, he reached in and grabbed the invitation card and exited lightly. He smiled mischievously, "Perfect!"