The Eternals Who Travel the Worlds

The antique street is not far from the food street.

A group of four people finished eating hot pot and chose to walk there.

Although it is called Antique Street, there are shops selling potted plants, fish and birds at the intersection.

Walk in from the street.

Lu Yan wrinkled his nose, the smell of various flowers, potted plants and pet feces mixed together.

Wire cages wrapped in blue plastic are neatly arranged at the entrance of the store.

Rabbits, turtles, goldfish and various birds are all available as pets.

It's not like an antique street, but more like a flower and bird market.

Keep going deeper.

There are more and more stalls with one person, one stool and one table, with Bagua pictures on the table and fortune telling and other words written in big letters.

There is a layer of red cloth on the ground next to many fortune-telling stalls, and the red cloth is filled with old-looking objects.

I can barely feel the atmosphere of old stuff.

"Good guy, fortune tellers are now doing part-time jobs these days."

Peng Zhi looked at the stall in front of him and muttered.

Duan Jianhui's eyes were sore, and bloodshot eyes could clearly be seen in the whites of his eyes. He was really sleepy, so he said hello to Lu Yan and the others and ran to the shade of a tree to catch up on his sleep.

Lu Yan was wandering around the stall casually.

Copper coins stained with mud and patina are the most common, and there are piles of them on almost every stall.

In fact, except for the copper coins, which looked normal, everything else looked weird to Lu Yan.

As a true antique who has lived for thousands of years, the so-called antiques and toys now are just daily necessities for him at a certain period.

With the development of the times, aesthetics gradually change.

Being an expert in the antiques industry requires a huge reserve of knowledge, and Lu Yan is different from these professions.

He can recognize it at a glance whether it is an old item and what period it is from, just like a modern person can recognize the brand of a refrigerator or TV.

But most of the objects on these stalls looked like an iPhone with Android inside, which was extremely weird.

Even the imitation is unprofessional.

Lu Yan walked slowly and leisurely, wandering along the way, glancing at the counterfeit goods on the stalls, passing the time, looking leisurely.

Suddenly, he stopped and his eyes were fixed on a colorful teacup.

He quickened his pace slightly, walked to the stall, squatted down, picked up the tea cup and looked at it carefully.

Peng Zhi kept pestering Zhao Xiaotang to ask what this was and what that was.

Out of courtesy, Zhao Xiaotang kept giving him answers, but most of his attention was always on Lu Yan.

At this moment, Lu Yan seemed to be very interested in a certain tea cup and quickly moved towards it.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a flushed face, like a farmer.

He sighed with pretense and explained: "Young man, you have good taste. This Mingcheng Hua Dou Cai cup with exotic animal patterns is my family heirloom. It has been passed down to my generation. If I hadn't been in real difficulty, I wouldn't have given it up."

Come out and sell it, if you like it, take away 50,000 yuan."

Lu Yan ignored the stall owner and just silently took the teacup in his hand and played with it.

After hearing this, Peng Zhi said in a teasing tone: "Brother, you are still too conservative. Everything in the stall next door is full of objects from the Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties."

Peng Zhi's yellow hair and flowery arms are quite intimidating. At least the stall owner didn't dare to get angry when he made fun of him and smiled.

But he still held back his neck and insisted that this was a tea cup from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhao Xiaotang hid beside Lu Yan and watched for a while. After he was almost sure, he said: "Uncle, Chenghua official kiln porcelain has a white and delicate texture, a smooth glaze, and a dense and dense composition. Most of them are small objects.

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What kind of cup do you have? It's just a small one, and it doesn't meet the specifications. It's still 50,000 yuan. You paid five yuan for it at Yiniao Commodity Store, right?"

In fact, the teacup in Lu Yan's hand was not pretty at all. It was gray and white in texture, and the glaze was also bumpy.

The stall owner didn't feel embarrassed after being scolded by Zhao Xiaotang, and said: "Hey, the little girl is quite knowledgeable, so how much can you offer?"

In the street stall business, if you can get a fat sheep, just do it as hard as you can. If you don't have a fat sheep, you can still sell it.

Make money, don't shiver.

"This cup of yours is dull in color, and the string pattern is not full, so it's just old workmanship. It costs thirty yuan, and you can still make money."

Zhao Xiaotang spoke in a clear tone, and after being belittled, he bargained down the price from 50,000 yuan to 30 yuan.

The stall owner was a little hesitant. Although he could make a profit of thirty yuan, it was too far away from his psychological price. He seemed to want to raise the price.

"enough."

Lu Yan's calm voice sounded. He was very unhappy with Zhao Xiaotang's comment, "I didn't say I wanted to buy it."

After that, he put down the cup, stood up, turned around and walked towards the shade of the tree where Duan Jianhui was. He suddenly lost the interest in wandering any more.

Because of this colorful and exotic animal pattern teacup.

He has used it.

Sitting cross-legged under the shade of a tree, holding his chin with his left hand, his pupils lost focus, as if he was lost in some kind of memory.

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"Ah! Why do you kill people so casually!" The young girl covered her eyes and screamed.

In front of the girl, a man stood holding a knife, with blood dripping from the tip.

The man has a handsome appearance, but he exudes an indifference that prevents strangers from approaching him.

The man didn't reply and turned around to leave.

The girl was stunned, then rushed over and hugged the man, snot and tears covering his body.

The man struggled unnaturally at first, but then he seemed to accept his fate and let the girl rub him with a look of disgust.

"My home is gone."

The girl burst into tears and cried so hard that she finally fainted.

The girl originally came from a family of officials. Later, because her father made a drunken blunder and offended Long Wei, he was beheaded in public and the people in the government were exiled.

On the way to exile, the escort was killed by a passing man.

After the girl woke up, the man turned around and left.

But the girl kept following the man.

"Do you want to have a family?" the girl asked timidly.

The man looked cold and kept walking.

"You should be alone, too. I'm the only one left." The girl whispered softly, "It's like having multiple companions. I can cook."

The man looked directly into the girl's eyes indifferently and nodded imperceptibly.

The girl followed the man home.

It was a thatched house. There was only a bed made of straw, and there weren't even any pots and pans in the room. It was truly a house with only four walls.

The girl looked angrily at the place where the man lived, suddenly wondering if she had made some wrong decision.

How on earth did this man survive?

The girl stood on tiptoes and patted the man on the shoulder.

"Hey, Menghulu, what's your name? I can't keep calling you that."