Did Professor Yang bend today?

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Yang Zheng looked away, Chen Nianen kissed her on the cheek, Yang Zheng turned back again, Chen Nianen pecked her lips.

After a few back and forth, Yang Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Chen Nianen's neckline, and pulled her down.

Chen Nianen fell into Yang Zheng's arms, and she simply kissed Yang Zheng's neck.Now Yang Zheng froze, she couldn't push or pull, so she could only let Chen Nianen fish.

"Don't make trouble." Yang Zheng's voice was very soft, and it sounded like an invitation to Chen Nianen's ears.

Chen Nianen teased her with this posture through his thin pajamas.Yang Zheng tried to refuse, but had no choice but to give up resisting.

They haven't seen each other for a while, Chen Nianen misses her very much, Yang Zheng knows.

Missing is hidden in the kiss, and love is hidden in every whisper.

Yang Zheng rubbed Chen Nianen's shoulders with his fingertips, enduring it and enduring it.

Time passed at the fingertips, the night became darker, and the noisy city gradually became quieter.

Chen Nianen pressed the tip of his nose against Yang Zheng's cheek, and said softly, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Yang Zheng was really tired, and he didn't even have the energy to speak.She murmured angrily, and Chen Nianen understood.

Yang Zheng still had class tomorrow morning, so she shrank into Chen Nianen's arms, so sleepy she couldn't keep her eyes open.

At seven o'clock the next day, Yang Zheng pressed two alarms, rolled into Chen Nianen's arms, and fell asleep again.

After fully waking up, it was already eight o'clock, Yang Zheng struggled to break away from Chen Nianen's arms, flipped through a suit of clothes and ran to the bathroom.

Chen Nianen, who didn't know why, glanced at Yang Zheng's hurried figure, rubbed his hair, and went back to sleep.

Until Yang Zheng came home, Chen Nianen was still under the quilt daydreaming.

"Chen Nianen" Yang Zheng pinched her nose.

Chen Nianen's eyes were sleepy, she and Yang Zheng looked at each other for more than ten seconds, their expressions were a little confused.

"Morning..." Chen Nianen's voice was hoarse.

"It's noon, it's almost eleven o'clock now." Yang Zheng said.

Chen Nianen propped himself up, and his nightgown fell a little, revealing his fair shoulders.

Yang Zheng's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously recognized her face, and Chen Nianen caught her little expression.

"It's developed to the point of meeting parents, Professor Yang is still so liuxiahui."

"Liu Xiahui is the one who says 'Cuddling with each other at night, sitting still'. Don't use allusions indiscriminately." Yang Zheng said sternly.

"Unfamiliar style can also be described as 'Liu Xiahui'." Chen Nianen pulled up his nightgown.

"What is Shanjie Style"

"Come forward and hug me, and then..." Chen Nianen pointed to his lips.

"Greasy." Yang Zheng said indifferently.

After Chen Nianen finished washing, he stood at the door of the bedroom and watched Yang Zheng roll the bedding.

"What's for lunch?" Chen Nianen asked.

"Going to grandma's house for dinner, I called." Yang Zheng replied.

After hearing Yang Zheng's words, Chen Nian'en opened the cabinet again and picked out clothes.

"This suit is pretty good." Yang Zheng was puzzled.

Chen Nianen wears a white hooded sweater with jeans today, youthful and beautiful, quite suitable for her age.Yang Zheng thought it matched well, but he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Chen Nianen's gourd.

"It's not formal enough." Chen Nianen picked out Yang Zheng's overcoat, which was camel-colored, simple in style and very temperamental.

Yang Zheng is dressed in a very British style today, with a linen shirt and a gray-blue cardigan, intellectual and elegant.

After changing clothes, Chen Nianen stood in front of the mirror with Yang Zheng. With such a match, Chen Nianen looked more mature and stable, while Yang Zheng looked younger.

Chen Nianen clasped Yang Zheng's shoulders in satisfaction and went downstairs together.

"Do you want to buy something"

"Let's buy some fruit."

What Chen Nianen did was laying the groundwork.Although Mrs. Yuanyi is progressive in thinking, she is also an elderly person. It is hard to say whether she can accept them.

The older generation puts a lot of emphasis on the word "match" when choosing a spouse for the younger generation.Chen Nianen dresses maturely to make herself more "fit" Yang Zheng in the eyes of her elders.

You can buy a fruit basket and think about it, or think deeply, it can be explained clearly, and at the same time, this is also a very subtle hint.

Granny Yuanyi welcomed them very much.

The furnishings in the room have not changed much from when Chen Nianen came last time.

Next to Mr. Shen Chongming's posthumous photos, there are more black and white photos of Shen Zishan.The eyebrows and eyes of the old and the young are very similar. From a distance, they look like the same person's youth and old age.

Mrs. Yuanyi insisted on offering incense every day.

Every time Yang Zheng saw Shen Zishan's photo, his eyes would feel astringent.

The room was quiet, Aunt Wang and Mrs. Yuan Yi were both in the small kitchen in the front room.

Yang Zheng and Chen Nianen stood side by side, Shen Zishan smiled kindly, as if to say that he understood.

Aunt Wang was holding the dishes just out of the pot, and her hands were numb from the heat. Yang Zheng hurried forward to help, but before touching the porcelain wall, the porcelain bowl was snatched away by another pair of hands.

The porcelain bowl contains old hen soup just out of the pressure cooker. The soup is thick and cloudy, not as clear as in the restaurant.

Aunt Wang explained that the stewed soup of a real old hen is full of fat, and the chicken cannot be crushed.The kind in the restaurant is purely blended with the seasoning, and I don't know if the one in the pot is a rooster or a hen.

These words made old lady Yuan Yi laugh out loud.

Yang Zheng served some for old lady Yuanyi first, then a bowl for Aunt Wang, and finally it was Chen Nianen's turn.

Chen Nianen tasted it and found it a bit oily, so he continued to drink it bravely.

Old Madam Yuanyi and Aunt Wang were staring at each other. Yang Zheng couldn't come over and drink for her, so he had to pick up a chopstick and stir-fry lettuce to relieve Chen Nianen's boredom.

After lunch, Mrs. Yuanyi took a lunch break as usual.Aunt Wang moved the reclining chair and put up a blanket, waiting for Shen Yuanyi to come over.

Afraid of disturbing Mrs. Yuanyi, Yang Zheng dragged Chen Nianen to the antique market.

The antique market in Xingping is said to be a market, but it is actually a fake street.

Many men in their early forties set up a stall, setting up some fragmentary antique objects to deceive people.

A lot of old men gathered under the shade of the trees in the south, and bursts of laughter burst out.

Chen Nianen leaned forward to watch curiously—they were typing "run fast".There were quite a few dimes and fifty cents piled up on the table, and Chen Nian'en looked at them for a long time but couldn't find a few one-dollar coins.

The old men enjoyed it, regardless of how many people were watching.

This street is really too quiet. Under the tall camphor trees, except for the voices of people in the south, the only thing left is the chirping of birds.

Shen Zishan raised birds a few years ago and brought the dandyism of Peking to Xingping. Several old men followed the trend and raised birds.

Among the ones standing under the shade of the trees, several came out to walk birds.

Yang Zheng took Chen Nianen's hand and walked north.

The drowsy street vendor saw two stylishly dressed young girls passing by, all of them stretched their necks and opened their eyes wide.

Chen Nianen knew it was a fake, but he got down under the flickering voice of a stall owner and picked up a "Yuan Datou".

Yang Zheng followed Chen Nianen to pick up a "Sun Xiaotou".

The stall owner felt that his chance had come, and he was even happier.A few days ago, a boy was passing by with his girlfriend. The girl became interested in the "jade gourd" in the corner. Under his tricks, the boy bought it for more than 600 yuan.

These people, seeing young people, are like seeing business opportunities.

Yang Zheng rubbed the rough coin with no expression on his face.

After all, Chen Nianen is a student of the Archeology Department of Linda University who has completed his defense and graduated successfully. After touching it twice, he knows it well.

The stall owner is still chattering.

"This is 'Yuan Datou'. There are very few of them on the market now, and they have a high silver content. Don't miss them."

"Are you for real?" Chen Nianen twisted another piece, looking at the time.

"Really, 100% true! Look at the fineness, the rust spots!" The stall owner held up a silver coin that was obviously worn.

He picked up another piece of "Sun Xiaotou" and knocked on "Yuan Datou" several times to let Chen Nianen listen to the sound.

"Girl, listen to this voice, it's real silver!" The stall owner swore, "Ask people on this street, how many years have I been here, have you ever sold fake ones?"

The fake antique seller next to him couldn't listen anymore, so he turned his face away and didn't look at the stall owner.

Yang Zheng pinched a piece of "Yuan Datou" with his index finger and middle finger, blew it, and put it to his ear.

The identification of "Yuan Datou" is actually very simple. Just blow it like this, and the high-purity real silver will make a "chug" sound with a clear and clear sound. Even if you blow it on tomorrow morning, you will not be able to make such a sound.

In the pawnshops and banks during the Republic of China, the clerks would take the wooden tray specially placed "Yuan Datou", throw coins down and listen to the sound to identify the authenticity.

Yang Zheng had read it in books and memorized several identification methods, but it was the first time in practice.

When the stall owner saw Yang Zheng's technique, he knew he had met an expert, so he shut his mouth.

After Yang Zheng finished trying, he put down the coins and was about to leave, but Chen Nianen left a message for the stall owner.

"Boss, Yuan Datou has almost stopped using it in the 35th year of the Republic of China. I have never seen your 36th year..."

The stall owner's face turned red and then turned pale. Just as he was about to argue, Yang Zheng dragged Chen Nianen away.

"Professional knowledge is not in place. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are still castings in some areas, but the scope of circulation is very small." Yang Zheng concluded.

Chen Nianen responded, not daring to compete with Yang Zheng in professional knowledge.

"There are so many counterfeiters, no one cares?" Chen Nianen changed the subject.

"Do you think anyone will buy cultural relics here?"

Chen Nianen shook his head.

"If they can fool you, they will sell them as antiques, and if they can't fool you, they will sell them as decorations. They all set up stalls to make money, and a little more is a little bit." Yang Zheng said.

"I was really going to buy two yuan to go back and play." Chen Nianen said in a low voice.

"He must have tricked you into buying one piece for five hundred." Yang Zheng held Chen Nian'en tighter: "It's better to play less with antiques. If you really like it, go to museums more often."

"Then if this is true, how much is it?" Chen Nianen asked.

"The market price of 'Yuan Datou' varies from year to year, and most of them are seven or eight hundred. I'm not sure."

"As expected of Professor Yang." Chen Nianen blew a rainbow fart.

Yang Zheng smiled: "My major is archaeology, not antique identification."

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From south to north, from north to south, Yang Zheng and Chen Nianen interlocked their fingers, strolling on the boulevard, one round after another.

Most of the time they are silent, the laughter in their ears, the applause, the whirling of leaves, and the sound of the wind are so clear.

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The author has something to say:

"Cuddling each other at night, sitting in peace" comes from Zhihu's question "How to treat boys like Liu Xiahui" The answer is "Farewell to the Wind"

久等久等orz感谢在2021-07-0822:02:10~2021-07-0923:20:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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