Smiling mischievously, Jian'er stretched out her tender white hand and took the bead from Mr. Song's hand. Seeing Mr. Song's eyebrows twitched when he watched the bead leave from his hand, his smiling face was a little deformed. He held the bead and shook his face in front of Mr. Song: "I really took it away!"

A look of cutting flesh turned with the beads, and finally waved his hand and said in a half-angry voice: "Take it away, take it away, don't be swaying in front of me." Although he said that, his eyes couldn't help but secretly staring at the beads from time to time.

Looking at Mr. Song's funny look, Jian'er couldn't help but hold her stomach and laugh out loud.

Knowing that the girl had seen his little move just now, Mr. Song's face turned red suddenly, but suddenly he couldn't help laughing.

"Shame, ashamed!" Then Mr. Song nodded his face again, showing a rare cheeky look. "When seeing such a baby pretending to be disliked, that's a problem with his head. I call it normal, normal performance!"

"Okay, okay, okay! I know that your old man is a normal reaction." Jian'er responded to Mr. Song's words, for fear that the old man would not be able to come down from the Taiwan Strait, and then it would be no fun. He quickly changed the topic, "By the way, Mr., I don't seem to have a gift for you today!"

Seeing that Jian'er changed the topic, Mr. Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing the following topic, the old man immediately became proud and coughed gently, saying, "Yes! Girl, you come to meet the elders, but you haven't presented the gift yet!" He chose to forget that he had come forward to chat with Jian'er before and talked to him. He had not known Jian'er for a long time, so he seemed to be waiting for the younger generation to greet him.

Jian'er also bowed with great consent and said, "I'm rude! I'm rude!" Then he raised his hands and held the bead in his palm. "The little woman borrowed flowers to look at the Buddha, and asked Grandpa Song to accept it with a smile!"

Seeing Jian'er's appearance, Mr. Song did not laugh, but instead looked stern: "What? The girl looks down on me as an old man?"

Jian'er blinked innocently: "Grandpa Song, how do you say this?"

"Since I'm not looking down on me, I'm not sure that I'm not going to take back what I gave."

"You like this bead, Grandpa Song?"

"I like it right, but..."

"You said before that I will choose any one I want. If you like, you will give me the wrong one, right?" Before the old man finished speaking, Jian'er interrupted him.

"Yes, so this bead is yours." Mr. Song would never disregard what he said.

"Since it's mine, it's okay to decide what I do, right?" This was OK, and the old and son Song nodded.

"It's okay if I take it back and hide it, right?" Nodded again.

"If you don't want to collect it, you can give it to someone, right?" Nodded and continued.

"Then I should have no problem giving it to the old man now, right?" He nodded habitually, and then Mr. Song saw something wrong, so why did he circumvent the girl and shook his head quickly, "Girl. I know your kindness. But this string of Buddhist beads has been in my hands for so long. I said that I didn't show anything strange. This means that I have no fate with it. But as soon as you come, you picked it out at a glance. What does this mean? It means that you have a fate with the girl, and you don't have to feel sorry for it. If you didn't show it, it could only be placed in my dust. Maybe you don't know where it will go one day, and then I will become a sinner."

Seeing that the old man had already said this, Jian'er had to say half true and half falsely: "Grandpa Song, I actually have this kind of beads at home, but I'm a piece. It's much bigger than this one, and it reflects the Eight Immortals crossing the sea chart. Think about it, I already have one such treasure, and it's not in this 'Two Dragons Playing with the Pearls'. Since you like it, as long as you don't dislike it, I'll treat you with your own flowers to honor you, the great Buddha. You'll accept it!"...

Looking at Jian'er's eyes, Mr. Song wanted to confirm whether Jian'er was lying. But what was reflected in the old man's eyes was a sense of sincerity. Mr. Song pondered for a moment, but he couldn't resist the temptation, so the old man reached his hand to his waist and took off a delicate small cloth bag hanging on it: "Okay, since the girl said that, I won't be pretentious anymore. Since that's the case, I'll treat it as the old man, and I'll exchange a gift for you. Come and see if you like it."

Jian'er didn't say anything, but just respectfully summoned the exquisite little cloth over, because for her, some words were expressed without words, and if Jian'er refused at this time, it would be that she would be ungrateful.

When I opened the bag, there was a piece of Hetian jade with three colors inside. It was a strong horse and agile monkey. It seemed that the patina of this piece of jade was obviously something that Mr. Song often played with. It also had the warm touch, which made Jian'er love it.

Seeing Jian'er's look of liking, Mr. Song also smiled with relief.

After playing for a while, Jian'er carefully put the piece back into the bag, then took it into the hidden bag of his clothes, patted it to confirm its existence, then raised her head and said, "By the way, Grandpa Song, I have to tell you how you should keep this bead in normal times."

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Song took out paper and pen from the cabinet beside him and started taking notes like a primary school student. You must know that if such a baby is damaged by improper maintenance, his sins will be great.

In this way, the two of them talked and remembered. Time passed without realizing it. It was already late. When Jian'er got up and was about to say goodbye, the voice of a middle-aged man came from outside the store.

"Please, please, please! Are you collecting things?" He gently lowered the vine box in his hand, and the person who came stuttered a little, rubbed his hands, and looked at Jian'er and the others with anticipation.

"Cake it, as long as it is suitable, we will collect it." Obviously, Mr. Song's answer was neat and neat.

"I, I, neither, I don't know, I know if it's appropriate." After saying that, he opened the box and took out all the books that followed.

Seeing the man taking out the books one by one, Jian'er also ran over to watch the fun. There were quite a few books, and he picked them up and flipped them. Jian'er's brows frowned. It was so broken. It was common for lack of words and pages, but there was no need to make it so "nostalgic" inside, right? He dared to go to the textbooks of those leather dolls in kindergarten.

Mr. Song looked at it carefully and then quoted the price: "Three thousand!"

"Trial three, three, three thousand? This is the ancient, antique. Talent, talent, only three thousand?" The middle-aged man didn't believe his ears, and you should know that he had high hopes for these books.

"Don't worry, I'm a century-old store. You can ask, the price I quoted will definitely not cheat you." Mr. Song said quickly, "And not all books are valuable, and most of your books are printed here, and they are seriously damaged, so that's the value..."

"I, I, I know," the middle-aged man squatted on the ground, holding his head with his hands, his eyes turned red.

"Yo! What's wrong with this?"

The man told a slightly bloody story with a crying voice.

It turned out that this man's ancestor was also a scholarly family. During the Republic of China, he was still a wealthy family. As Mr. Jiang retreated to Tai Island, only they stayed. He was labeled as a capitalist roader during the Cultural Revolution. His team soon fell into decline. His father tried his best to keep these books, saying that they were his family's old capital. But others died late in the bullpen soon after. His mother took him through those years with difficulty, but she unexpectedly fell seriously ill when she was old when she should think of her children and grandchildren. The surgery fee of more than 300,000 yuan almost crushed the family that had already suffered. He finally made some money together, but he was still 20,000 yuan short of the cost of the surgery. He sold what he could sell long ago, and borrowed all the things he could borrow. Finally, these books fell into the eyes of the man...

Isn't antiques hot now? Maybe it's worth it, and he doesn't ask for more money, as long as it's enough for the surgery. I carefully found Zangguxuan, which has the best reputation in the industry, and asked for the price. Unexpectedly...

When the man said this, the tears in his eyes could no longer help but shed.

Sucking his nose, Jian'er's eyes turned red as well.

Although he sympathized, he opened the door to do business and had already reported the price, so he could not change his words. Mr. Song could not violate the rules and wanted to spread the rules, so he would not be in a mess in the store? He asked if the man would still sell it? The man nodded and quickly finished the money. The man wiped his face, took the tears back into his eyes, bowed slightly, picked up the rattan box and walked out.

"Hey, wait!" Jian'er's eyes turned slightly, pretending to be interested in the vine box, and turned around a few times. Then she asked, "Your box is quite special, can you sell it?"

Looking at the old box in his hand, the man handed it to Jian'er: "Give it, don't say whether it is sold or not, this one will be lost even if it is taken back."

"This is not possible. I can't take other people's things for nothing. I have to pay for them when I ask for things! Do you want them, is it enough?" After saying that, Jian'er took out two stacks of money from the space under the cover of the bag.

One point is exactly 20,000 yuan! Needless to say, the man already understood what Jian'er meant, bowed deeply to Jian'er, and asked Jian'er's address, claiming that the money was borrowed and would definitely be paid back in the future.
Chapter completed!