Phantom Skeleton Painting

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After entering the base, Song Qingluo rarely passed the Spring Festival.

There is no such term as the Spring Festival in the base. At that time, there was a large flow of people, but it became a period of frequent accidents. So when most people return home and reunite with their families, Song Qingluo is usually the busiest time.

This year is an exception. Song Qingluo lost his job this year and found a new job. According to Lin Banxia, ​​the Spring Festival is actually quite busy, but no matter how busy it is, the festival has to pass. Therefore, the unit is on duty. They have good luck and are ranked in the fourth day of duty. They can spend the holidays at home for the first three days.

Lin Banxia actually has no loved ones. Ji Leshui has to go back to his hometown. In the past years, he usually made his own meals and made dumplings to make a fish. See how Spring Festival Gala passed.

But this year is not the same. There is a person who attaches importance to him, and naturally he wants to live through the year.

So Lin Banxia bought all the fresh fish and vegetables early and cleaned all the inside and outside of the yard. The festive couplet was affixed to the window of the door, and the taste of the year suddenly became stronger.

Song Qingluo was a little helpless and didn't know what to do. Lin Banxia simply rushed him into the kitchen and asked him to make the fish he bought this morning. He rubbed his noodles and said that he would make dumplings.

There is a TV in the room, Xiaohua and Xiaoku are playing games, and the room is lively.

Lin Banxia's dumplings went to the pan, and Song Qingluo's dishes were almost ready. Squirrel mandarin fish, Dongpo meat, braised winter bamboo shoots... almost all of Lin Pinxia's favorite dishes.

It just so happened that the Spring Festival Gala program was about to begin, and Lin Banxia brought the meals to the table.

A family of four was eating delicious New Year's Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala, and tasted the taste of New Year. At twelve o'clock, the New Year's bell sounded on time, Lin Banxia secretly prayed in his heart, hoping to do so every year, every day.

After 12 o'clock, it is the new year.

Unlike usual, the streets in the early morning on the first day after the New Year are like bustling daylight. The ghost market not far from the courtyard is full of tourists who come here to take advantage of the holidays. Vendors also seize the opportunity to pave the narrow alleys with a variety of strange products.

After watching the show, Lin Banxia couldn't sleep a bit. When he heard that it was so lively outside, he took Song Qingluo and took it to the street, thinking about the past.

The two wore thick coats and walked on the path paved with bluestone slabs under the snow. Crowds were coming and going, lights were dimmed, Lin Banxia took Song Qingluo's hand and sweated a little. He smiled and turned his head. When he saw a snow flake hanging on Song Qingluo's hair, he reached out and took the snow off and melted it at his fingertips: "Do you eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

Song Qingluo said: "Eat."

"Then I'll buy it for you." Lin Banxia seemed to coax a child, and he kissed Song Qingluo's nose, which turned red because of the cold. "Stand here, don't move, you are so good, be careful of traffickers Abducted you."

Song Qingluo raised his eyebrows and gripped Lin Banxia's hand tightly: "Okay."

Lin Banxia laughed and squeezed through the crowd to buy roasted sweet potatoes. Song Qingluo stood on the spot, staring silently at Lin Banxia's back. He is actually not too greedy, but he is quite happy that Lin Pinxia coaxes him so.

Lin Banxia arrived at the stall selling sweet potatoes and talked to the hawker about the price. Song Qingluo looked a little fascinated and suddenly heard a scream from beside him.

He glanced sideways and found that the shouting person was an old man with white hair and white hair, and there were many gadgets made of jade in front of him. Although it is no longer necessary to buy antiques at the moment, at the moment of seeing these things, Song Qingluo committed an occupational disease and squatted down halfway. He looked carefully and picked up a favorite, and asked, "Master, this How to sell?"

The old man smoked dry smoke and squinted when he heard Song Qingluo: "Young man, if you want it sincerely, I will give you a cheaper price."

"How much cheaper?" Song Qingluo asked.

"This is the number." The old man stretched out a finger, "This thing is my beloved baby, He Tianyu's, the condition is very good, and I guarantee that you will not lose it when you buy it back."

Song Qingluo pinched his hands and looked carefully.

The old man continued: "Look, this carving, this quality, whichever is good."

Song Qing Rama took a look at the font on the jade. After a moment of pondering, he was about to nod, but his shoulders were held down. Lin Banxia's voice passed from behind him: "Old man, how much do you say about jade?"

The old man stretched out a finger.

Lin Banxia said: "Do you sell five hundred?"

The squinting eyes of the old man opened instantly, staring at Lin Banxia inexplicably.

Lin Banxia took the jade from Song Qingluo's hand, and he swept twice in his hand and muttered: "No, five hundred is too expensive, four hundred, at most four hundred--"

The old man's hand holding dry smoke began to tremble.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingluo had to gently pull Lin Bianxia's cuff, thinking that he wouldn't cut the price too hard and stunned the person directly.

Lin Banxia ignored Song Qingluo and said, "Uncle, this New Year's Eve, why did you set up a stall outside, and quickly sold it back, it's so cold, mum, the roasted sweet potato I just bought, you Hurry up and warm your hands." He took out the sweet potatoes in his pocket and stuffed one in his arms. He did not buy jade sincerely, so he shouted a price that he could accept, and he succeeded.

The sweet potato was just out of the oven, and the steam was still smoking with white smoke. The old man didn't say a word for a while. When Song Qingluo thought he was going to refuse, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Take it and take it."

Lin Pinxia: "?!"

Song Qingluo: "?!"

The old man waved his hand impatiently. "It's time to open it. It's 500 yuan. It won't work if you lose a penny."

Lin Banxia suddenly smiled. It was not easy to think about the old man in the winter. Without any bargaining, he took out a red envelope for Xiaohua Xiao Grottoes from the pocket and left a brand-new 500 pieces. Counted it and handed it to the uncle. .

Song Qingluo was numb all over, and when he was tossed away by Lin Banxia, ​​there was no expression on his face. Probably in my mind, how much is the difference between 10,000 yuan and 500 yuan...

Lin Banxia put the piece of jade into Song Qingluo's arms smoothly: "Why are you buying this?"

Song Qingluo didn't answer.

Lin Banxia did not ask, but peeled off the roasted sweet potatoes. After peeling, he handed it to Song Qingluo's mouth: "Eat."

Song Qingluo made a noise and slowly took a bite.

Sweet potatoes are sweet and soft. After roasting, they still have the aroma of charcoal fire. They slide down the throat, and the body suddenly warms up.

Song Qingluo said, "Do you know jade?"

Lin Banxia said, "I don't know."

Song Qingluo: "Then you dare to cut so fiercely?"

Lin Banxia wondered: "Isn't he calling for a thousand? I'm already very polite."

Song Qingluo: "..."

Lin Banxia: "What's the matter?"

Song Qingluo took a bite of the sweet potato and slowly said: "He shouted ten thousand..."

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo said: "Forget it, I bought it all." He sighed and felt that he was still far away from the antique booth. These places seemed not very friendly to him. If Lin Banxia did not come this year, then he estimated Really give money away.

Lin Banxia quietly nibbled the sweet potato and thought that this industry was really profitable. In the future, he can pull out the unused tatters in the home and set up a stall. Maybe he will encounter Song Qingluo and he will go to the peak of his life. .

Song Qingluo took out the piece of jade that he had just bought and took it to Lin Banxia in his hand. He said softly, "Here is the word Xia for you."

Lin Banxia took a look and found that there was an ancient Chinese character "Xia" on the jade. He looked up and saw that Song Qingluo was staring at him intently, and those black eyes seemed to have stars shining and beautiful.

All the words I wanted to say were swallowed into the throat, Lin Banxia Zhanyan smiled: "Thank you."

"Thank you too." Song Qingluo said, "Thank you..." He didn't say what he was about Xie Lin Banxia, ​​the love in his eyes almost overflowed.

Lin Banxia was a little embarrassed. He packed the jade into his pocket and rubbed his blush a few times before whispering, "Go away, go home."

The hands were picked up again and the two returned to the yard together.

After the New Year, there was heavy snow for several days. The snow market was temporarily closed due to the excessive snow. Li Su and Li Ye, who went on vacation abroad, returned to China on the sixth day and went to Lin Banxia's house to walk relatives, but Li Su saw that Lin Banxia's neck had an extra jade necklace with a beautiful engraving on it. Summer word.

"Yo, where did you buy it." Li Su said, "This lettering is pretty beautiful."

Lin Banxia said, "I bought it in the ghost market."

Li Su stared at it for a while and muttered: "How does this font look familiar?"

Lin Banxia said: "Just familiar?"

Li Su said: "It's familiar... It seems to be a handwriting that sculpts everyone..."

Lin Banxia described the appearance of the man who sold them jade. Li Su straightened his eyes and asked Lin Banxia how much they spent.

After learning that Lin Banxia had used a full 500 yuan to take this piece of jade, he immediately thumped his chest and stamped himself, saying that he must stay in the ghost market every day. The master of this jade is a powerful character. The work is now Six digits can be sold on the market...

Lin Banxia: "...he stretched a finger."

Li Su: "..."

Lin Banxia: "I thought he was shouting a thousand."

Li Su: "..."

Lin Banxia: "Originally speaking, ten thousand."

Li Su: "No, he might say 100,000."

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo: "..."

The two looked at each other and suddenly fell silent.

"Isn't this not too good?" Lin Banxia panicked.

"What's wrong." Li Su said, "His own things, you did not force him, you can say five hundred is your skill." He smiled with a shy face, "It is the next time I visit the ghost market Can you take me with me?"

Lin Banxia: "...I'm sorry, for the health of my family's bank card, I have decided to and Song Qingluo permanently cancel this activity of visiting the ghost market.

Li Su: "Huh!"

Song Qingluo stood beside him with a smile, and did not know whether he was smiling at Lin Banxia or at himself.