It’s a Bit Early To Cross

Chu Heng's performance was something Qin Huairu never expected.

When she thinks about it, this boy is a twenty-seven raw melon egg, and his face is definitely tender. As long as he asks for it, he will get the thing. If he goes out and goes crazy, it is not what she says or what?

But when she saw Chu Heng's way of hugging her and after listening to what she said, she knew that she was wrong.

This is to meet an expert!

"Hengzi, you...what are you talking about, if you don't want to borrow it, Sister Qin can just leave." Qin Huairu broke away from Chu Heng with an embarrassed face, turned her head and was about to leave.

This kind of feeling of being seen through is really uncomfortable, it's like standing in front of him.

"Who said I wouldn't borrow it anymore?" Chu Heng held her shoulders, pulled her to the chair and sat down, then walked to the outhouse and packed ten pounds of white noodles in a bag.

He returned to the back room with the noodle bag and placed it on the table. He looked condescendingly at Qin Huairu, who had an unnatural face, and slowly bent down, almost touching the other's face before stopping, spitting out alcohol and saying: "Ten catties of flour, sister Qin is yours now, but... I can't take my things for nothing!"

After he finished speaking, he printed his lips.

Feeling the youthful breath coming towards her face, Qin Huairu struggled a little at first, but soon gave up and leaned softly on the chair.

She has been calculating this and that outside all these years. Although she has also taken advantage of others, most of the people these days are not very courageous. At most, they only use their hands and feet. It has never been lost.

It can be said that she has been around for many years.

Today is also considered unlucky for her. She met an old driver like Chu Heng to lead the way, and she has been driving meat for a long time.

At this moment, she even decided to give her body away.

She is a widow, and Chu Heng is a young man, no matter how you look at it, she will not suffer!

Who knows, Chu Heng, the grandson of Chu Heng, stopped talking as soon as she came up with the idea.

Seeing him standing up contentedly, while smacking his mouth, he handed over the dough bag: "Sister Qin, take it."

This time, it was a signal from Chu Heng that he wanted to tell the little widow that he was not to be messed with.

If this little widow can pull herself back from the precipice in time, it will naturally be hello and me in the future.

But if she doesn't know how to advance or retreat, he will be on a gallop!

He is not short of food, he is not short of money, he is not afraid of playing tricks!

Qin Huairu, whose cheeks were flushed, didn't know what he was thinking, and was looking at him with a dazed expression.

That's it?

The old lady is about to take off her pants. Are you finished talking to me?

In the end, it's raw melon eggs, I don't even understand shit!

Qin Huairu only felt that the heart was on fire, which was very uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything, she could only take a few deep breaths, suppressed the anger in her chest, bit her lip and took the thing without saying a word Head down and leave.

When he got home, Mrs. Jia Zhang took the food bag in surprise: "It must be ten pounds, right? How can you give so much!"

Qin Huairu definitely couldn't say that it was earned by being eaten several times, but she could only lie: "There is no shortage of food, and since this is the first time I open my mouth, he can't save face, so he gave more."

"You should go to his house more in the future. There are a lot of good things in that kid's house. Go back and get some more." The sleeping stick, distressed, said: "I should have borrowed it from the Chu family's house long ago. I'll show it to my grandson. My heart trembles when I cry."

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes when she heard this, picked up the water cup and poured several sips of cold water!

…

Before dawn, Chu Heng got up from the bed on time.

After washing and rinsing, he went to the public toilet outside to clean up his lower intestines, and then he rode into the car and headed to Pigeon City.

When he got to the place, he was not in a hurry to set up a stall. He took a flashlight and walked around the market to see if there was anything good.

After walking a few stalls, Chu Heng suddenly stopped, squatted in front of a stall, stared at a blue-and-white jar with the lid open, pointed to the yellowish-white solidified body inside and asked, "What are you doing? Honey?"

The stall owner was an old farmer in his fifties with a dark face and rough palms. Hearing Chu Heng's question, he quickly wiped his snot with his shiny black sleeves and moved forward: "Serious jujube nectar. , would you like some? Go home and drink some water."

"How do you sell it?" Chu Heng pointed his flashlight at the jar, his eyes hidden in the darkness scrutinized the jar, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was an old object, and he couldn't help but be moved.

In the last life, in order to be arty and to be in the cultural circle, he also played antiques with a few half-hearted collectors. In the past five or six years, he successively spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a house of objects, but there is no real thing. How many, most of them were last week, but many were deceived.

As far as his eyesight with two knives is concerned, if he were tossed into places like Liulichang or Panjiayuan in later generations, he would not be able to wear the trousers guaranteed to be compensated.

But this time it is different.

Antiques are worthless these days, so when you are seriously ill, you make fakes.

So now, as long as it looks like the real thing, you can buy it back. Even if it is fake, it is imitated in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and it is still valuable.

"This jar is more than three kilograms. If you want it, you will give me six yuan." Seeing that Chu Heng was well dressed, the old farmer thought about it and quoted a high price, and was also ready to counter-offer.

Chu Heng's thoughts are all on this jar, UU reading www. uukanshu.com also didn't bargain with him, nodded and pointed at the jar: "I want it, but I don't have anything to pack, can I send this jar?"

"Send, send, and take the jar with you for six yuan." When the old farmer heard that he really wanted it, he was immediately pleasantly surprised. He accepted it without hesitation.

Isn't it just a broken jar, there are so many people in the family, I can go back a lot from the landlord's house back then.

Chu Heng took out the money, gave six yuan to the old farmer, and left with the jar in his arms.

When he got to a place where no one was around, he dodged into the space warehouse, and looked at the blue and white jar carefully again.

There is a base model under the jar. It was made in the Hongwu year of Daming. Its decorative style, as well as the glaze color and tire quality, are also in line with Chu Heng's knowledge of Hongwu blue and white!

"I didn't run away." Chu Heng put the blue-and-white jar in the corner with a wide-eyed smile. In his heart, it was a beautiful thing. If you put it on for 30 years, it would turn out to be millions of dollars in blood.

With a ridiculous smile, Chu Heng couldn't laugh anymore.

He looked at the blue and white jar on the ground and fell into deep thought.

Thirty years later, he is already in his fifties, and he has entered the middle-aged life of seeing the sky and soaking wolfberry with red dates. What's the use of so much money?

"Fuck." Chu Heng, who had aroused sadness, put down the jar indifferently, took his own goods out of the warehouse, and started a new day of life as a stall.

When it was about six o'clock, his turnover had already reached one hundred and fifty.

Just when he was about to make persistent efforts to push his career to a new height, a mournful howl sounded in the market.

He saw that he vigorously lifted the dough bag in his hand, and lifted the flour inside into the air, and immediately, under the cover of dust, he flew out of the market.