Phantom Skeleton Painting

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Men are all face-saving. The stupidest things they do are known by their favorite people, so they are very sad.

Lin Banxia explained for a long time before explaining clearly that he was betrayed by Li Su, but no matter how Li Su slanders, Song Qingluo is still the cutest and most powerful person in his mind. Song Qingluo listened quietly for a while, and stood up and said that I went out to smoke a cigarette.

Lin Banxia said: "Don't smoke, there are children at home."

Song Qingluo glanced at the small flowers and small holes dangling his calf while sitting on the sofa, and put the smoke in his pocket back.

"Can you tell me something?" Lin Banxia asked cautiously, "Just ... why on earth would I buy such a thing."

Song Qingluo raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Changing your clothes, I will take you to a place."

Lin Banxia said: "Where to go?"

Song Qingluo said, "I will know when I go."

Lin Banxia went to change clothes and went out with Song Qingluo.

The weather is getting hot now, but the sun has gone down and the heat has faded a lot. Song Qingluo took a taxi outside the community and told the driver an address that Lin Banxia had not heard of.

The car passed through the new city and reached the old city where Lin Banxia didn't come much. Unlike the area where they live, most of them are old houses, but although the house is old, the price is indeed unambiguous. A small house of 50 to 60 square meters can sell for millions. It is the kind of land that Lin Banxia doesn't think he will buy for a lifetime.

The taxi finally stopped outside an alley. Song Qingluo paid the fare and got off with Lin Banxia.

At this time, it was close to ten o'clock. Although it was summer, the weather was a little late. There were only dim street lights on the old streets, and the road was full of crowded buildings. The alleys are in all directions, densely packed like a cobweb. If you come here for the first time, you will definitely get lost.

But obviously, Song Qingluo did not come for the first time. When he got out of the car, he naturally took Lin Banxia's hand and drove into the alley beside him.

Walking all the way, turning left and right, Lin Bianxia didn't know where he was at the end, just when he couldn't help but ask Song Qingluo where he was going to take him, I heard noisy from where Vocals, then Song Qingluo pushed open a small door, an alley full of people, so suddenly appeared in front of Lin Banxia.

The alley is quite spacious. There are hawkers sitting beside the road. There are all kinds of weird things in front of the hawkers, some modern and ancient. breath.

Seeing the scene, Lin Banxia immediately woke up and said, "This is the legendary ghost market?"

Song Qingluo said: "Yes."

The ghost market has nothing to do with ghosts. It just describes the mysterious location of the market, and the sellers are strange, and they sell everything. Song Qingluo took Lin Banxia's hand and walked inside. He said, "This place is only opened once every half a month. It starts at more than ten o'clock and ends in the early morning. It sells everything."

Lin Banxia looked around, and really saw a lot of strange things in the booth next to it, watches, tapes, jewelry, everything. Lin Banxia even saw a stall selling picture books, squatted down curiously, picked up a book and found it was a comic book that had been out of print for a long time, and asked the boss how to sell it. The boss smiled and stretched out five. finger.

Lin Banxia exposed the essence of his poverty: "five yuan?"

Boss: "How much do you have for five dollars?"

Lin Banxia said, "The fifty?"

The boss disgusted.

Lin Banxia didn't ask any more, silently put down his hand, stood up, and leaned to Song Qingluo Er said: "I don't seem to be worthy of coming here."

Song Qingluo calmly said: "It's okay, let's just look at it and don't buy it."

Lin Banxia calmly said: "Yes, not to buy."

The two held hands and left the boss looking at them silently, probably whispering in their hearts, how did the two so search.

This ghost market is quite lively. It seems that there are a lot of outsiders who come here admirably. The two walked around and did not buy anything. Lin Banxia was even more curious at this time.

Song Qingluo said: "Yes, there is less."

Lin Banxia: "Then have you bought it?"

Song Qingluo said, "I bought it."

Lin Banxia said: "No, look at your empty house, what do you buy?"

Song Qingluo glanced at Lin Banxia and said, "Come here." He took Lin Banxia and walked out from an alley beside the ghost market. He turned again and again, and finally stopped in front of a red gate. , Lin Banxia thought it was Song Qingluo's friend or something, who knew that in the next moment, Song Qingluo pulled out a scarlet key from his pocket, in front of Lin Banxia Open the door.

As soon as the door opens, a spacious courtyard comes into view. This seems to be a very large courtyard, with flourishing vegetation, red walls and black tiles, which is particularly beautiful. For the first time, Lin Banxia saw such a beautiful courtyard, showing a surprised look: "So beautiful, who is this?"

Song Qingluo said: "My home."

Lin Banxia: "..." He suddenly remembered the dream, the small building where Song Qingluo lived, and the beautiful rose flowers hanging on the walls, indeed have the charm of the courtyard, but the building in front of him, let more People are amazing.

"My family lived here before." Song Qingluo said, "Later something happened to my dad, and my mom and I moved to another place."

Lin Banxia said: "Your parents ..."

"It's gone." Song Qingluo said, "All are dead."

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo said that the death was as light as he said, but obviously some wounds can never be healed.

Lin Banxia regretted asking this question: "Sorry, I'm not ..."

"It doesn't matter." Song Qingluo said, "I'm fine."

The two walked to the center of the yard. Lin Banxia felt that it had been unoccupied for a long time. Judging from the state of the plants, there should still be someone taking care of it, otherwise it would not be so regular.

"Something happened at home. After the incident, I moved out from here and occasionally came back to see it." Song Qingluo's tone was very weak, and he couldn't hear any emotions. Load something. "

Lin Banxia said, "Pretend? What pretend?"

Song Qingluo said: "Come and see."

He said, and took out the key again, and opened the door of the largest room. As soon as the door opened, Lin Banxia was shocked. I saw that the whole room was filled with dense old objects, including porcelain, With scrolls and furniture, at first glance, it looks like a small warehouse.

Although Lin Banxia didn't understand antiques, he randomly looked at a few porcelains, and they all felt pretty beautiful: "Did you buy them?"

Song Qingluo said, "Yes."

"Is it true?" Lin Banxia was a little curious.

Song Qingluo said, "Is it true or false?"

Lin Banxia: "... Can you distinguish clearly?"

"Almost." Song Qingluo said, "My dad was an archaeologist and learned some fur with him as a kid."

Lin Banxia blinked.

Song Qingluo had obviously guessed what he was going to ask, reaching for a pause gesture: "That was just an accident--"

Lin Banxia couldn't help laughing.

Song Qingluo sighed helplessly, knowing that this matter had already become his own black history, and almost everyone who knew his name also knew this story that made people cry and laugh, and he had nothing to explain.

Lin Banxia suddenly remembered the painting he saw in Song Qingluo's house and said, "Oh, by the way, in my dream, I seemed to see a very strange painting in your house."

Song Qingluo's expression slightly condensed: "What?"

Lin Banxia: "... a little special, it seems like a few skeletons."

Song Qingluo said: "Oh, I know." He reached out and wiped the dust off the porcelain, and said, "The painting is called a skeleton fantasy figure."

Lin Banxia: "Skeleton fantasy drama picture?"

"Yes." Song Qingluo said, "A painting by Li Song in the Southern Song Dynasty is very special, as long as the people I have seen are usually very impressive."

Lin Banxia said in surprise: "Which painting is in your house?"

Song Qingluo said: "Of course not, the real painting is naturally in the museum."

Lin Banxia said: "Oh ..." Song Qingluo said, then his family should be an imitation, but I don't know why, Song Qingluo was so impressed with an imitation, and even repeated it. Appears in a deep dream.

Although curious, Lin Banxia felt that this was not a good time to ask this question, and he stopped. He took a closer look at the collection around him. It was really impossible to identify the true and false. Indeed, antiques are a kind of fun for people who know the goods, but for people who do n’t know the goods, they are ordinary decorations. Good quality.

I don't know how long Song Qingluo collected the things in this room. When Lin Banxia asked, he learned that he got the first money to successfully seal the heretics, and he embarked on a path of no return.

Lin Banxia originally wanted to ask Song Qingluo how many of these collections are authentic. Who knows that he turned around and found a strange pattern printed on a large porcelain cylinder placed in the corner. Lin Banxia Yue looked at the pattern more and more felt Strange, how do you think it looks like Paige, the little pig favorite of the small cave, although it has changed the classical style of painting, but this flat brain just like the hair dryer is like a firefly in the night, so eye-catching. Lin Banxia held back the questions he wanted to ask, so he calmly said, "How much do you buy in this tank?"

Song Qingluo didn't come in at the door and glanced: "I don't remember it. I bought it a few years ago. The tank is from the Song Dynasty, and it looks like a unicorn."

Lin Banxia: "..." Kirin is OK.

Song Qingluo: "What's wrong?"

Once again, Lin Banxia swallowed hard the blood that rushed to his throat, trembling: "It's okay, just look at it, it's pretty good." It seems that Song Qingluo's collection contains true and false It is estimated that there is a lot of moisture. In such a large pile of things, there can be several real ones. Song Qingluo should thank God. I don't know when he bought this tank. It is estimated that when it was bought, the piglet Paige was still not fire ...

In order to avoid continuing to be stimulated, Lin Banxia walked to the door. The weak expression on his face made Song Qingluo a little strange and asked him what was wrong.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit hot." Lin Banxia wiped the sweat on her forehead, thinking that it was a loss of Song Qingluo's secret treasure, otherwise they would have seen Li Su and they might not laugh again. year.

Song Qingluo said: "There are green bean paste at the door, go eat?"

"Xing Xing Xing." Lin Banxia couldn't wait, and felt that he would commit a heart attack if he looked at it again.

When he went out, Song Qingluo told Lin Banxia about him and the old man. He said that the old man knew him before and he was also an antique. He introduced many buyers to Song Qingluo. However, since the Apple Jade incident, Song Qingluo has not seen anyone else, guessing that he is also a little bit embarrassed, and embarrassed to reappear. I just don't know what medicine I took wrong recently, but I dare to come to the door.

Lin Banxia said: "Why are you buying so many antiques?" This is actually his most curious question.

Song Qingluo said: "I want to find something."

Lin Banxia: "Looking for something?"

"Well," Song Qingluo said, "something has been lost and I want to get it back."

The two talked and walked to the outside alley, and found a hawker selling green bean paste. The weather was hot.

Lin Banxia generously took out his wallet, bought two bowls, and said, "Eat."

Song Qingluo took over: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lin Pinxia took it, took a big sip, and felt the cold and sweet green bean paste slide down his throat into his stomach, making him feel better. I wonder if it was stimulated by the antiques in that room, Lin Banxia always felt that his blood pressure was a little high.

Song Qingluo was not as rude as he was. He drank slowly beside him, and Lin Banxia glanced quietly. He always felt that Song Qingluo was really good-looking. Drinking green bean paste was like drinking bird's nest.

He looked at it with relish, and even when someone approached them, he didn't notice it. Until a cough sounded beside him, Lin Banxia turned his head and saw an old man with white hair standing beside him. The old man was wearing a white gown, and looked at a kind of fairy fluttering feeling, like the elite who wrote in the martial arts film ...

Only suddenly appeared beside him, Lin Banxia was scared and retreated to Song Qingluo, Song Qingluo stretched his arms around his waist, glanced at the old man, his expression cold.

The old man probably had something to say, but he saw Song Qingluo holding Lin Banxia tightly and firmly, and when he reached his mouth, he swallowed it all back, and Lin Banxia looked at him openly. His face turned red, and after a while came the sentence: "Song family boy, what's the matter with you? I haven't seen it in a few years ... how can I ..."

Lin Banxia guessed the sentence behind him, probably "how did you find a man?"

Also, with Song Qingluo's appearance, even if there is no money, if you want to eat soft rice as a little white face, that is appropriate, how can it be reduced to being with a man ...

Song Qingluo's mouth slightly tilted, arms around Lin Banxia tightened slightly, said lightly: "If you don't have the money to find a wife, it would be nice if someone wants to. This bowl of green bean paste is still he asked for."

Even if he knew he was joking, Lin Banxia couldn't help but smile, his body was tightly pressed against Song Qingluo, and he could feel the temperature of his skin flowing continuously from the place where the two were in contact, a little hot , But not annoying.

When the old man heard Song Qingluo's words, his body shivered. When Lin Banxia thought he was going to hold his breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "How do you explain to your mother like this?"

Song Qingluo said: "My mother is dead."

The old man stomped: "Who said she was dead! She is good!"

Song Qingluo said: "What about her?"

The old man said nothing, and after a moment of sulking, he said, "I don't care if your mother is dead or alive, you ... you can't do this!"

Song Qingluo said: "Then you return the money that lied to me."

The old man said: "I'm not the one who lied to you, who lied to you?"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Banxia knew the identity of this person. It is estimated that the old man who went to Song Qingluo's residence to find him had to say that if he only looked at his appearance, he really couldn't see that this person was a liar, and listened The dialogue between the two, this old man seems to have a different origin from Song Qingluo, not just as simple as knowing in a ghost market.

It stands to reason that the person who led to his deception is in front of him. Song Qingluo should be very angry. The strange thing is that Lin Banxia didn't hear much anger from his tone. More like ridicule: "So It does n’t matter who I am looking for. "

The old man immediately blows his beard and glares, the expression of a heart attack will be guilty.

As if Song Qingluo didn't see it, Lin Banxia's hand was about to go, but the old man stopped him behind him and said, "Song son, you wait!"

Song Qingluo turned back.

"I didn't come to trouble you deliberately!" Said the old man. "You haven't come to the ghost market in the past few months. I don't know what happened in the ghost market !!"

Song Qingluo said: "What's the matter?"

The old man said: "It's inconvenient here, go to my house!"

Song Qingluo glanced at Lin Banxia, ​​apparently soliciting his opinion. Lin Banxia thought it didn't matter, just go and see. He was actually quite curious about Song Qingluo's relationship with the old man. So he nodded his head and agreed with the old man's proposal.

"Then go." Song Qingluo drank the last bite of mung bean porridge, it doesn't matter, "I'll do nothing anyway."

The old man's expression was murky, and the grievances in his eyes were about to turn into substance, and Song Qingluo was completely not seen.

On the way to the old man's house, Song Qingluo re-introduced his identity, saying that this man's surname is Zhu and his name is Zhu Wenbing. In the past, they were neighbors with Song Qingluo's family. Later, when Song Qingluo's family had an accident and moved out of the yard, the relationship gradually faded.

Later, Song Qingluo wanted to buy some antiques, so he entrusted him to recommend some sellers ... Later, everyone will know.

Along the way, Song Qingluo held the eyes of Grandpa Zhu to kill, but held Lin Banxia's hand but never let go from beginning to end, but Lin Banxia himself was ashamed first.

Grandpa Zhu ’s house is right next to Song Qingluo ’s house. It seems that his family is very good. After entering, it is also a flowery courtyard, and he has specially made a small bridge to flow water, which is quite quiet.

Grandpa Zhu led them into the hall. As soon as he entered, Lin Banxia felt a little cold. In the hot summer, he was very comfortable. He was just asking what method was used to make the house so cool, and he saw Song Qing. Luo pointed towards the roof and said, "There is a special mechanism there to let out the air."

Lin Banxia said in surprise: "What organ?"

Song Qingluo: "Air conditioning."

Lin Banxia: "..." This joke is really a bit cold.

But even though Lin Banxia didn't understand the house well, it can be seen from the surrounding decoration that the old man's family is strong, just don't know why he can't get along with a poor younger generation of Song Qingluo.

Sitting on the chair, Grandpa Zhu called the servant and gave them a bowl of herbal tea. Lin Banxia took a sip, did not understand it, and could not tell whether it was good or bad. This cup of tea.

"Speak old man." Song Qingluo came to the point, "What happened to the ghost market?"

"Did you go abroad for a while a few months ago?" Mr. Zhu asked.

"Yes." Song Qingluo said, "I went to Russia for a few days."

Mr. Zhu said: "The things came out during that time. I wanted to find you. As a result, you were not in the country. I still inquired for a long time before I heard about your residence ..." .

Song Qingluo was not impatient and took a sip of tea, waiting for Mr. Zhu to continue.

"The weather was not so hot at that time, and there were more people in the ghost market." Mr. Zhu said, "The weather was fine that day, I thought about going out and walking, not far away, just in the ghost market I met a person who sold small items, who was wearing masks and sunglasses and could not see clearly. You know, this person ’s things are usually not clean and cannot be bought. ”He murmured,“ I did n’t put it In my heart, after a few glances, I left, turned around and came back, and saw that the Zhao family kid was squatting on the stall, and it seemed that he was looking at something. A finger ... "

"Pull finger?" Song Qingluo said, "what pull finger?"

"It's something from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties," said Master Zhu. "I look like it was last week ... I originally persuaded the Zhao family to say a few words, but he seemed to be evil. Buy it, anyway, it's not expensive, it's just a few hundred dollars, and it's not stopped, ... "He stomped his thighs, incomparably regretful," Someone knows what happened ?! "

Song Qingluo: "What's wrong?"

Grandpa Zhu said: "This thing will be like two weeks later, the Zhao family, suddenly crazy."

Hearing the word mad, Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo glanced at each other almost at the same time, both in the other's eyes and saw the same look.

"It's said that there are bugs in the fingers," said Master Zhu. "I can't take the fingers off. I just chopped all my fingers with a knife. Fortunately, I found it fast. I'm still in the mental hospital.

Song Qingluo's finger clicked on the table: "Then what?" If it were just that, he didn't think the old man would come to him.

"Then the man came again," said Mr. Zhu. "Just came last week ... why are you away from home?" This time, he went to Song Qingluo again, but he didn't catch the kid. , But luck was good, when I met Ji Leshui at home, I finally got the news.

Song Qingluo said, "I went back to his hometown."

Master Zhu said: "Why are you going back to your hometown?"

"Under the ceremony." Song Qingluo said lightly, "You have to see your parents before you do something important."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Zhu, who was originally looking slightly better, had a burst of blue and red on his face, as if he had opened a dyeing workshop. Expression: "Nasty, why do you say this?"

Song Qingluo blinked cunningly and said softly: "I like to talk to people about our two things. The more people I know, the happier I will be."

Grandpa Zhu completely collapsed, roaring on the table: "You two shut up !!"

Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo couldn't help laughing at the same time.