Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Putting aside the account in advance, Yang Ping'an wiped his mouth after making the phone call and having enough food and drink, and was about to go out to make today's business arrangements.

Taking Xue Wuling to the hospital, along with a fruit basket, Yang Ping'an came to visit the doctor in a friendly manner.

As soon as the two of them opened the door and appeared, the clerk by the hospital bed shrugged in fright. Feng Yiran was overly frightened yesterday and was resting at home today. He was the only one in the hospital to take care of Uncle Lin. The amiable Yang Ping'an and Xue Wuling beside him was holding a fruit basket with a cold face.

What kind of monsters and ghosts suddenly appeared and demanded their lives?

"You, you, you... what are you going to do?" The man retreated to the corner and stammered.

Yang Pingan looked at Lin Ziqiang who was sleeping quietly on the hospital bed: "Come and let Uncle Lin wake up."

"Really?" The man was dubious, looked at Yang Ping'an, and felt that although he was scary, he still had some credibility.

Yang Pingan didn't say much, Xue Wuling walked to the hospital bed, stretched out his palm to Lin Ziqiang's forehead, with a light wave, Yang Pingan saw a black air being sucked into Xue Wuling's palm.

After a while, Lin Ziqiang's eyeballs moved uncomfortably, and he slowly opened them.

During the long sleep, Lin Ziqiang couldn't feel anything, only felt the darkness, the world was pitch black, he repeatedly wondered where he was, but such a dark environment was very familiar.

For many years, he had not been in such darkness for many years.

The moment he opened his eyes, the snow-white light hurt his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly and adjusted to the light for a while, and then opened his eyes again, and saw Yang Ping'an and Xue Wuling beside the hospital bed.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was to see these two people. Lin Ziqiang looked around, and the guy who had gone to the corner, this is the hospital.

"I..." Lin Ziqiang opened his mouth, his voice was dry and hoarse, the man came up and brought him a drink of water before he recovered.

"What's wrong with me?" He didn't know what happened to the outside world during his coma, and he didn't realize that he was in a dream when he was in a dream. Now he wakes up and wonders if he has some incurable disease. His speech is extraordinarily majestic and calm .

The man said: "Uncle Lin, you are fine, you just fainted..." As he spoke, the man raised his eyes and looked at the two evil stars on the opposite side. I don't care anymore.

Lin Ziqiang heard it: "Don't lie to me, there is nothing I don't know. If you are sick, you are sick. Could it be that it can't be cured?"

The clerk thought he was really not sick, it was caused by the two young people carrying the fruit basket by your bed.

"Uncle Lin, I just wanted to know about my parents from you. I didn't expect to cause such an accident. I'm really sorry."

The implication is obvious, he did this.

Moreover, Yang Pingan's attitude in saying this is obviously not really sorry, but a threat, tell him, I did this, I made you, you can handle it yourself.

This surprised Lin Ziqiang, the young man, looking at his gentle and good temper, is he still a smiling tiger?

Lin Ziqiang stood still, put Yang Pingan aside, and looked at his buddy: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Uncle Lin, it's been three days. You didn't wake up until they came." The man lowered his head and poked secretly.

Lin Ziqiang's tiger eyes looked at Yang Ping'an and Xue Wuling again: "Okay, you are more capable than your parents. If they had your ability back then, what would they not want?"

"What did my parents do back then? Do they need my skills?" Yang Ping looked at him quietly, remaining kind. What he wanted to listen to was back then.

Lin Ziqiang propped himself up and sat up, his eyes locked on Yang Pingan, the centipede scar trembled on the tense facial muscles: "Are you sure, you want to listen?"

Looking over, Yang Ping'an instantly thought of his mother. She stood by the bed and looked at him. There seemed to be black waves surging in her calm eyes.

Yang Pingan sat down and looked back calmly: "Say it."

Lin Ziqiang looked at this energetic young man, and smiled vicissitudes of life with the corners of his mouth pulled: "Then I hope you won't regret it. After all, the last thing your parents want in this life is for you to know who they are."

Yang Pingan was silent and did not speak, his fingers gradually curled up and clenched, thinking how could his parents not be fugitives?

"More than 20 years ago, you were not there at that time, and your parents hadn't even taken a fancy to each other. At that time, we often worked together. At that time, we followed a grandpa, and the grandpa was a lama, and we were buddies."

Clamp Lama?

Yang Pingan doubted his ears for a moment, but searched in his mind and found the corresponding knowledge base. The last time he heard this word, it appeared in the "Tomb Raiders Notes" that he secretly read in class in a distant junior high school. word.

Grandpa and Lama, his parents are going to be buddies?Does this mean tomb robbery?

"I don't know when it started. Your parents saw each other right, and they didn't want to follow Grandpa anymore. They ran out to do it alone. Your parents are traitors like this. They want to be regarded as enemies, but Grandpa is getting old. I didn’t have the strength to mess with young people, so I let your parents go, and we each had a bowl of rice and never saw each other again.”

"But then you cooperated again." Yang Pingan looked at him. The money he transferred to his parents was obviously because his parents 'worked' with him again.

"Your parents opened such a small shop after washing their hands in the golden basin. At first, everyone thought it was unreliable. People who grew up rolling in their graves, this life can't be separated from the tomb. I didn't expect that it would take nearly 20 years to retire. , After retiring for so long, I still have to go back to my old job in the end.”

Lin Ziqiang didn't speak clearly, and he didn't explain the cause and effect clearly. Yang Pingan intuitively felt that there was something more behind his words: "Who wants them to go to the grave?"

"No one, they were short of money and came here by themselves."

Yang Ping'an was silent for a while, recalling that period of time, nothing major happened at home, how could there be such a big funding gap all of a sudden?Grandpa's illness was also several months after they disappeared.

"Then why did they wash their hands in the golden basin back then?" The occurrence of this kind of thing is usually accompanied by a certain major event as a turning point, otherwise no one would suddenly decide to change their way of life.

"The last tomb they laid down... Eleven people, only two of them came out of that tomb, with those antiques from your family. After that, your parents decided to get married and never go to the tomb again."

What happened to the two of them, what happened in the tomb, they kept silent, no third person in this world knew, what happened to the things they brought out, after changing hands, whoever touched who was unlucky, they spent a lot of trouble He bought the things back and hid them at home, as if he had changed into a different person, turning into two timid little citizens.

The sharp edge of the year fell silent on the two of them, and gradually merged into the quiet street. Under the sky of this city, the two of them hid their voices.

"The tomb back then..."

Lin Ziqiang interrupted Yang Pingan's hasty question: "I don't know, apart from your parents, no one else knew about the tomb back then."

Yang Pingan was thinking whether what he said was true or not, but he didn't see any clue for a while: "Then why did they go to the tomb again that year?"

"How could they tell me about them? After getting the money, they disappeared. Didn't the police find any clues about where they went? The police couldn't find any results for so many years of unsolved cases. How could I May know..."

When asking about other things, Lin Ziqiang also didn't know what to ask, and couldn't get more information. Yang Pingan looked at Lin Ziqiang and smiled: "Uncle Lin, take good care of your wounds, and I will see you next time."

Xue Wuling followed Yang Pingan out of the hospital. When crossing the road, he hugged Yang Pingan, who had a bad face, clasped his hands around his waist, and led him over.

These antiques were not family heirlooms left by my grandfather Minguo Yinfu at all, they were dug out from the grave by my parents.

Whose grave was dug?

The tomb he saw in Yuhan's backtracking?Lee Do-hyun's tomb?

After walking out of the hospital, Yang Ping'an was still in a daze, thinking that a thunderbolt from the sky had struck on his head. What he believed in for more than 20 years in the past was overthrown in one fell swoop.

The whereabouts of his parents are still unknown, and there are no clues to find. Strong doubts arose, why did he exist in this life?

Everything I firmly believe in, the solid memories in the past, are all fake, so what is going on with the self built on all of these?

Everything that is real is false, only a ghost is by his side and is sexually harassing him.

Yang Ping'an's black and white eyeballs stared at him, making the person around him who was pinching his waist a little conscious.

Now he is eating with his head bowed against the strange eyes of everyone in the restaurant.

The booth in the lobby was empty except for the dishes on the table.

Where did Xue Wuling go?

Xue Wuling hugged him by his side, and he almost stuffed the straw with the juice when his mouth was empty. Passers-by all looked sideways, looking at the couple in surprise.

Yang Pingan touched the opposite side with his fingertips: "Sit over there."

"Why is it so far away from you? The closest person should sit next to you."

Yang Pingan gritted his teeth: "Can you show some face?"

"?" Xue Wuling frowned, not understanding how shameless he was. Xue Wuling wanted to refute his sudden scolding, but he was under the oppression of Yang Pingan's supremacy.

No thought of rebuttal.

Leaning over to grab the chin of the person who was eating, Xue Wuling kissed him.

Since Ping An said he was shameless, let's be a little bit shameless.

Although wronged, but practice.

Yang Ping'an was startled by the person who posted it suddenly, and looked around at the people around him, hoping that no one would notice them.

But the people next to him are looking sideways and patting the little sister beside them: "Look there! Look there!"

"Whoa...it's kind of wild..."