Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Lin Ziqiang is a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He is about two or three years older than Yang Ping'an's parents, but his temperament is very different.

He is like the kind of big brother who carried a knife when he was young and went to jail for his brother in the movies of the old port period, and learned to be cold-blooded when he was old. The two deep tear grooves on his face and the horizontal flesh under the tear groove are not recognized by his relatives. Domineering.

A knife scar lay across the face, the injury should have been suffered many years ago, the suture technique was poor, and the obvious stitches made the healed scar look like a centipede.

Lin Ziqiang looked at the young man opposite him, he didn't look like his parents, his parents were well-looking, and the son they gave birth to was several times prettier than them.

Looking at the people next to the young man, Lin Ziqiang cared more about this young man. He looked at him without saying a word, and there was evil in his bones. Lin Ziqiang was still sure of this kind of induction between the same kind.

Lin Ziqiang looked at the two of them, Yang Pingan also looked at Lin Ziqiang, Lin Ziqiang spoke after a while.

"Your parents are your parents, and you are you. Your parents didn't tell you, let alone tell you. This is the rule. It's useless if you are their son."

Don't look at him as if he's not afraid of anything, people always live in awe to live longer, people like them pay more attention to rules.

"I don't care how you found me, but what happened back then has nothing to do with you, I can't tell you, you go, or I won't be polite to you."

Yang Pingan didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so tough. He didn't say a word when he entered the door, and he didn't get a word of useful news. The other party was about to see off the guests, and he had to leave. If he didn't leave, he would be rude to him. .

What do they mean?Even the underworld has a process of inheritance from father to son. Ten years later, the son of the cooperating brother will come to the door. The worst thing is to give a cup of tea and say good-bye to nephew. Back then, your father and I married Jinlan, but it was a pity that he was stabbed to death by a pheasant. Barbara.

They are really careless. When they walked out of the store, Yang Pingan said nothing, and Xue Wuling beside him did not make a sound. He wanted to comfort Ping An, but it was better to do things well for Ping An, but he was a bit concerned about this matter. Not sure if it has something to do with me, I always feel that the more I find out, the more I will be involved in the end.

Yang Ping'an's mind began to turn again. Since Lin Ziqiang didn't pay attention here, he had nothing to pay attention to. An idea gradually took shape in Yang Ping'an's head, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice: "Hey wait!"

Feng Yiran chased him out in a hurry, and stopped Yang Ping'an: "Don't leave in a hurry, Uncle Lin told you to leave, so you really want to leave?"

At first, I thought that Yang Ping'an would continue to pester him no matter what. After all, when he found him and asked him to help him, his posture seemed to be that he must get to the bottom of it. Unexpectedly, when he really met, he was persuaded by Uncle Lin with a few words , It made her feel that the money was earned with no confidence.

Lin Ziqiang is her distant uncle, because her parents have a good relationship with him, so she took advantage of her parents to work under Lin Ziqiang's errands as an account manager. Uncle Lin just told her about it. In other words, she didn't care about it, and hurriedly chased him out.

Yang Pingan didn't know why Feng Yiran was so enthusiastic.

"Your uncle said let us go, of course we have to go."

Yang Pingan didn't say much to her, raised his hand to say goodbye, and turned away with Xue Wuling.

"Hey!" Feng Yiran wanted to say something, but Yang Ping'an had already walked away.

Xue Wuling felt Feng Yiran's eyes were still looking at them. He felt that Feng Yiran's enthusiasm was a bit abnormal. Did she fall in love with Ping An?This is quite possible.

Feng Yiran was a little distracted looking at their backs, and bit her lower lip shyly. That Yang Ping'an and his friend Xue Wuling are both good-looking and talented.

But she likes Xue Wuling better, she doesn't like unrequited love, she prefers the kind where each other cares about each other, ever since Yang Ping'an came to her, the first time the three of them met, Xue Wuling locked his eyes from time to time Looking at her, it can't be wrong to care about her that much.

The cold eyes of Leng Dunan (a handsome and indifferent urban man) are so ruthless, but she can feel her heart beating, the other party definitely cares about her!

dream love...

But the reality didn't give her too many chances to relive the dreamy love. It was just dark at night. After eating, Uncle Lin smoked a cigarette and went to the bathroom. When he came out, the cigarette butt was still in his mouth. Lost, he slumped against the wall and slid to the ground like a soft noodle.

Lin Ziqiang's buddies and Feng Yiran were all terrified, and rushed over: "Uncle Lin!"

"uncle!"

They yelled one by one, and it took two voices to respond: "Hurry up, hurry up! Call 120!"

While talking, he took out his mobile phone and pressed it tremblingly. Both of them were frightened along the way, and Feng Yiran's heart fluttered: "Does Uncle have a cerebral thrombosis?"

The guy was annoyed: "I didn't listen to what he said."

"Uncle, is the blood sticky?"

"Didn't listen to him!"

"Uncle, did you have a sudden stroke?"

"I do not know!"

Feng Yiran was angry: "What the hell do you know?!"

The nurse glared at her: "Be quiet."

After going to the hospital, the doctor said that his physical signs were normal, asked about the situation at that time, and after a set of examinations, there was nothing wrong with it, and there was no sudden illness. The diagnosis was that Lin Ziqiang fell into a sudden coma.

At this time, Yang Ping'an had already fallen asleep in Xue Wuling's arms. Holding Xue Wuling in summer was like holding an automatic cooling device, but Xue Wuling's temperature was difficult to drop. Although his body was cold, there was something warm in his heart. Thinking about it, it became more and more violent.

Especially the interaction between Ping An and him before going to bed, Xue Wuling couldn't help but upturned the corners of his mouth when he thought of it, scolding him with lowered eyes and slightly frowning: "You asked for so much?"

But the way he avoided his eyes was obviously shy, and he was just asking for a kiss as a reward.

Ping An is really innocent.

Xue Wuling didn't know that Yang Ping'an was thinking at that moment, "There are a lot of demands, and it is true that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change." 'Yang Pingan deliberately wanted to ignore his appeal when he said: "One kiss, one kiss."

But Nai He has been instilled with the idea of ​​humanitarianism for many years. He can't want the horse to run and also want the horse not to eat grass.

"Okay, come here." Yang Ping'an got ready, leaned forward, stretched his head over, remembered something halfway, and looked straight: "If you dare to stick out your tongue, I will kill you."

Xue Wuling's Adam's apple rolled, looking at Ping An as if he was waiting to be kissed by him, his eyes were drooping, his eyelashes covered the look in the dark eyes, his expression was calm, and his lips were quietly closed.

Yang Pingan's eye feathers moved, and he raised his eyes to see Xue Wuling standing there in a daze.

"Can't even kiss?"

As soon as the words fell, cold hands cupped his cheeks, and soft lips fell down.

It's not impossible, I just feel that this moment is worth cherishing, but I'm at a loss.

Surprisingly, Yang Pingan felt that it felt good, maybe because the temperature was low, so he wouldn't feel hot, so he slowly moved his hands down to wrap his arms around his waist.

The posture including being hugged was very comfortable. After being kissed for a while, Yang Pingan felt that if the temperature went on like this, he would rub against Xue's chest and push him away.

"Okay, enough."

Xue Wuling looked at Ping An, who was panting slightly in his arms, restrained Gu Qiang, who wanted to go deeper, but did not let go of the hand holding his waist. say.

Leaning on this broad chest, Yang Ping'an still felt very good, which was another kind of peace of mind.

When it was time to go to bed, Xue Wuling was probably addicted to hugging him, and the moon stopped sucking him, so he insisted on cooling the bed for him on a hot day.

Yang Pingan said that he didn't need it, but Xue Wuling, who was hugging the cool Xue Wuling, was sleeping very soundly, so he opened his mouth slightly and smashed it lightly in his sleep.

Xue Wuling looked at the head resting on his chest, his short black hair was messy, he didn't have any thoughts about this world, all his thoughts were on the person in his arms.

A slight movement of his fingertips in his sleep is more important than the sky and the ground outside. He wants to explore all of him, bit by bit, inch by inch, without stopping.

Yang Pingan dreamed of a child, that child named Mingshan, who pretended to be obedient and followed him, raised his head to look at him, and wanted to grab his clothes when he fell down. He is tall, with his head raised, as if facing the eternal sun, and he is a sunflower with a smiling plate.

Yang Pingan felt a little sad for some reason, and reached out to stroke the child's head: "I know you're listening, Cui Qiu, you should let go of all your attachments, it's already a new life."

Yang Ping'an was surprised, what was he talking about?What Cui Qi?What is attachment and not attachment?

The child blinked his eyes, grabbed his hand with his chubby short fingers, pursed his lips and kissed him, he didn't even know how to kiss, but just arched his mouth with his mouth, raised his big face, very proud, very happy Happy, two watery eyes like black grapes looked at him wholeheartedly.

"Master, master."

He is a silly boy who can only talk about Master.

After the dream ended, Yang Pingan woke up suddenly, and found that the moonlight was thick outside the window, and the silver moonlight was shining in the yard. Xue Wuling was no longer by his side. He was standing in the yard, and the moonlight fell on his black clothes, outlining a tall and straight figure for him. Broad back.

Yang Ping'an sat on the bed, lying on the window edge, eager to be with him.

It was probably because of the sudden awakening in the middle of the night, and being extremely lonely in such a silent darkness, Yang Ping'an saw such a ghost by his side, and also felt a sense of dependence that he had a companion.

But he just wanted a companion, but Xue Wuling didn't dislike him, he wanted him from the inside to the outside, from the soul to the body, so when I think about it, it's a bit unfair. I don't know whether I should say that I have lost money or owed him Xue Wuling.

Standing in the moonlight, Xue Wuling seemed to feel something in his heart. Suddenly he turned his head and saw the person lying on the window edge behind the glass with such a peaceful expression.

Yang Pingan watched Xue Wuling come over and stood in front of the glass window. A grid of retro window lattices blocked the two of them, and the pasted blessings in the corners still had traces of glue.

Xue Wuling looked in quietly, thinking why Ping An woke up suddenly, Ping An used to sleep well.

Yang Ping'an didn't have so many worries in his head. After sleeping, he felt a bit empty-headed. When he saw Xue Wuling's hand stuck to the glass window, he touched it with his finger. Through the glass, it landed on his thumb and index finger. On the abdomen, it falls on the belly of the middle finger, on the belly of the ring finger, and on the little finger.

Then he opened his hand and pasted it for comparison, and found that his hand was similar to Xue Wuling's, except that his bones were slightly larger and his knuckles were longer.

Yang Ping'an was already very moved, and wanted to say calmly and proudly, you will be my ghost from now on.

The moment he raised his hand, Yu Guang suddenly noticed a red mole in his palm, and the hazy heartbeat was washed away by his thoughts.

Xue Wuling also has a red mole?