Infinite Script Killing

Buzz...

The door was unlocked just like when he left.

It's not because he was careless that he didn't lock it, but because the nearby old city street is followed by the newly developed Wenfeng Tower, a popular scenic spot. In recent years, there are not only patrolling police officers on the streets here, but also cameras everywhere. , there is no need to worry about daring thieves coming to your door.

Of course, there is another reason. After all, the old city is relatively poor, and thieves generally don't bother to run here.

But nothing is absolute. Before I became a disciple, I heard from my boss that Mr. Song had neither children nor a wife. He was a complete old bachelor. Who could come into his room so late?

When the door opened, the room was dark.

But I don't know if it's because of his overall physical improvement, but he can actually see the furnishings in the room clearly in the dark.

On the two rows of Taishi chairs in the room, several paper figures sat motionless on them, as if they were frozen in time, always maintaining the same posture and shape.

With human-like facial features and two pairs of clear black and white eyes, staring straight ahead, just these paper figures sitting there, let alone thieves, even if they were big thieves, they would be scared to death. It's easier than raising a dog.

Looking at Mr. Song's original position again, the blanket was still there, but the old man was gone.

Xu Tong frowned and walked into the back room. He saw that the old man was already lying on the bed. If you listen carefully, you can hear snoring.

Looking around again, I didn't see even a mouse, let alone a woman.

Did I see it wrong?

Unwilling to be reconciled, he searched carefully and found no one else in the room except him.

In fact, although the old man's room is quite big, if there is a place to hide people, except under the bed, there is no space at all.

So after searching twice, Xu Tong could only give up with doubts.

However, just as he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped and looked sideways at the Taishi chair beside him.

Huh!!

Looking at the Grand Master's chair, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a woman sitting on this chair. Where was the woman? ?

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked to the old man's bedside. He saw that the old man was holding a baby sleeping soundly in his arms.

Seeing this, Xu Tong was stunned and seemed to understand something. He twitched the corner of his mouth and silently exited the room, closing the door behind him.

After walking out of the room and looking at the full moon in the sky, he remained silent for a long time. He couldn't help but think of the famous sayings he often heard from a madman in the hospital area.

When a man faces the figurine he likes, a woman...is just mediocre.

Now it seems that this sentence is not deep enough. Just look at Master Song and you will know what love means. After all, other people's figures are still on the display rack, and he has already moved the figures to the bed.

So early the next morning, when Mr. Song got up, he found that Xu Tong had placed two bottles of lubricating oil beside his bed at some unknown time...

Two days flew by in the blink of an eye.

In the past two days, Xu Tong was honest, cleaning the courtyard and learning origami every day. Mr. Song taught him, and he learned not to forget to review it again.

Opening the door, I saw Xu Tong sitting in the sun, still weaving bamboo, his eyes fixed on the bending arc of the bamboo silk, without any impatience at all.

This finally made Mr. Song look a little relieved.

Before, Xu Tong was still a little eager for quick success, but in the past two days, he found that this kid suddenly calmed down, as if he had grown up a lot all of a sudden.

The lessons that Mr. Song had prepared for him to sharpen his character were all in vain.

Of course he didn't know that Xu Tong had met the master he longed for in the script world, and he didn't know that Xu Tong had a deeper understanding of the Eight Gates under the reminder of his master Xue Gui.

Regardless, this is a good thing.

Looking back at the time on the clock, Mr. Song cleared his throat: Ahem, stop making it up and come with me for a walk.

oh!

When Xu Tong heard this, he put down his work and ran into the room to change into clean clothes.

As soon as the two people went out, they headed straight towards North Street.

Occasionally I met some old men and women on the road. While greeting them warmly, Mr. Song also did not forget to introduce Xu Tong beside him, but he did not mention his apprentice.

To outsiders, he is only known as his distant grandnephew, who came from his hometown to take care of him for a while.

This made the old men jealous, but Xu Tong could hear the old ladies muttering every time he walked by.

Hmph, it seems that the old guy is dying. Come and take care of him for a few days, waiting to occupy his house.

Who says it's not? We have already planned it. Maybe it will be demolished in two years. At this time, all kinds of monsters and monsters want to take advantage of it. Hey, people's hearts are not old, so we must be careful.

Master Song naturally heard these words, but he just waved his hands and smiled and didn't take them seriously at all.

In fact, the old city is a very strange place. If you meet those old men, they will be very civilized and open-minded. But if you meet those old ladies, you will understand the stinginess and snobbishness of measuring firewood by meters.

This has led to a bad outcome, so much so that there is a popular saying in L City that good men should not marry old city girls, and good women should not marry old city men.

In fact, if you want to go into detail, it is just a poor word.

Master, where are you taking me?

Seeing that he was walking further and further until he reached Lijingmen, Xu Tong finally couldn't help but ask.

Hey, I see you are working hard during this period, so I will take you for a stroll.

As he said this, Mr. Song turned around and led him into the antique market: You can just stroll here. It will take about half an hour. You can wait for me here again.

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he did not give Xu Tong a chance to ask. He turned around and walked into the crowd. After walking a few steps, he did not forget to wave to him to signal him not to follow.

Yeah, it's better for me to weave bamboo silk at home.

Not understanding what Mr. Song was going to do, Xu Tong scratched his head and wandered around the market casually.

This is the largest antique market in L City. There are all kinds of weird things inside and outside the store. After all, this is L City, and the title of the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties is not for nothing.

It is said that if you just dig a few shovels down, you might be able to dig out a big tomb, so it has always been loved by tomb robbers. The Luoyang shovel was born here.

Little brother, let's take a look. This thing is a Shang and Zhou bronze dragon and phoenix.

A hawker suddenly came up to him, opened a corner of the cloth bag in his arms with a mysterious face, and revealed a bronze figure to him.

Xu Tong took a closer look. Good guy, even though he didn't understand antiques, he could still tell that the dragon on this bronze knight was clearly a dragon that only existed in the Qing Dynasty.

Look at the phoenix... If the vendor hadn't said it was a phoenix, he would have thought it was a peacock that had shed its hair.

How about it? It's not much. You can take the 100,000 yuan. If you need the money urgently, don't hesitate.

The hawker was trying his best to sell, but Xu Tong shook his head and was about to leave. Seeing this, the hawker hurriedly said: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no kind of farewell--please sit on the floor and pay the price down, boy, don't go, you won't hit the mark.

Xu Tong silently raised five fingers.

Fifty thousand!! The hawker's heart moved, and his eyes lit up with excitement, thinking that he was lucky today.

As a result, he took out five cents from his pocket and said, Just use your imagination and I'll give you fifty cents.

Seeing this, the vendor immediately turned around and left, cursing: Go and beg, I don't think we have enough money for the materials.

Seeing the hawker leave cursing, Xu Tong reluctantly took the money back into his pocket. In fact, in such a huge antique market, even people who are not knowledgeable should know that most of the things in it are fake.

It’s not like there are no real products. Look at the closed shops. You need to be introduced by an acquaintance and call the stall owner before he will take you to his home to see them.

Just when Xu Tong was about to leave first and go to a milk tea shop outside to drink a cup of milk tea and wait for the old man.

As soon as he reached the door, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the vendor's stall on the left. His eyes lit up: Hey, do you still have this thing now?

PS: Go write another chapter.

Come on, any ticket is fine