Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

He was not the only customer. There were other customers in the old monk's stall. They all chose their favorite items without disturbing each other.

Mr. Xu Yehao slowly appraised the blue and white porcelain in his hand. He and Mr. Song had the same view. Whether it was the appearance, material, or the texture at the bottom, he felt that this was a genuine blue and white porcelain.

It happened that the old monk also sold things to other people and was now free.

Mr. Xu asked: "Boss, can you make blue and white porcelain?"

In Panjiayuan, when someone asks a question and cannot figure it out, there are basically two answers.

Either give a price directly, or just say you won't sell it.

However, the old monk's answer surprised Mr. Xu.

"I'm sorry, this is not blue and white porcelain, it's just a replica made by my friend."

Panjiayuan has been known as a ghost market since the Qing Dynasty. There are both genuine and fake products, but the quality varies, and it all depends on the buyer's own appraisal level. Therefore, there is a saying of picking up the missing products. '

The buyer in front of him actually said directly that the thing in his hand was a fake, without any concealment of his thoughts.

While Mr. Xu was still hesitating, the old monk said: "I don't want to lie to people, I just want to exchange some odds and ends in the temple for money. If I can ensure the safety of these children, then the value of these things will be reflected. "

"How much are you going to sell for?"

"As long as one yuan is enough to feed these children." The old monk clasped his hands and bowed, as if he felt that a fake blue and white porcelain was not worth the price.

Mr. Xu also came from a poor family. Seeing the old monk's attitude, he had mixed feelings and immediately handed the old monk ten yuan.

The old monk felt that he had been overcharged, but he had no change at all, and the children looked sallow and thin, so he saluted again to express his gratitude.

"Sir, I will keep my kindness in my heart today, and I will definitely repay the kindness one day." The old monk took the money with great gratitude, and then handed the blue and white porcelain vase to Mr. Xu.

Because the blue and white porcelain in his hand was a fake, Mr. Xu couldn't hand it over and gave it to the museum. In fact, he paid for it himself, and the blue and white porcelain naturally fell into his own hands.

Lin Ran and Mr. Song began to observe the blue and white porcelain carefully, and suddenly understood Mr. Xu's feelings.

During the war, although many people perished for their own benefit, there were still a group of people who lived a very hard life, but they always cared about other more pitiful people.

"Haha, this is the origin of this blue and white vase. Isn't it ridiculous to say it?"

"No." Lin Ran put forward his opinion, "In the final analysis, objects are used after all. This object may not have high historical value, but it has witnessed Mr. Xu's youthful past. In this sense, It is more valuable than any other antique."

"We tend to measure the value of an item by price, but ignore the significance of the collection itself."

He said this out of emotion. When his family had no money, he had seen this kind of people in Xiaping Village. They knew that their lives were not good, but they still cared about their neighbors.

Elder Xu's attitude also awes Lin Ran. Not all people are qualified to be called "old" when they get older. Only those who have reached the peak of character and ability can have such a title.

Mr. Xu and Mr. Song looked at Lin Ran, and it was hard to imagine that these words were coming from the mouth of a 20-year-old young man.

At his age, most people think too highly of themselves and think they are invincible, yet he can feel this way.

"My little friend is right. I don't plan to sell this artifact, but I plan to keep it and pass on this piece of history to my descendants."

"Yes." Lin Ran nodded and said, "Although this is not a genuine product, its workmanship is extremely exquisite, and it is definitely not something that ordinary craftsmen can do. In time, it will be very valuable."

"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not." Mr. Xu said with a smile, "People of my age no longer care about money. As long as they are healthy and live every day, watching their granddaughter grow up, I feel happy in my heart. Happy."

With that said, he put away the blue and white porcelain vase and took it back to the room.

This is a memory from his youth. No matter how much money he pays, he will never change it to others.

When Mr. Xu walked out of the room, he finally returned to the topic.

"What's the matter with you guys coming to see me today?" Although Mr. Xu always had a kind smile on his face, his expression became a little serious.

Lin Ran immediately said: "Mr. Xu, do you still remember Chen Cheng?"

"Of course I remember." Mr. Xu replied calmly, but Lin Ran read a hidden meaning in his eyes. He seemed to have known that he would come to him for a long time, but he still pretended to be completely unaware on the surface. .

Although she didn't know why he did this, Lin Ran still followed his instructions.

"My teacher wants to see Chen Cheng."

"Then shouldn't you be looking for him? Why are you looking for me?" Mr. Xu asked with a smile.

"Lao Xu, we just don't know where to find them, so we came to ask you?" Lao Song replied, "Don't embarrass Lin Ran. If you know where he is, just tell us."

Mr. Xu was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking about it.

Finally, he said slowly: "Chen Cheng, he doesn't seem to want to see Tang Lanxuan. As for the reason, don't ask any more questions. I welcome you to come over for tea as old friends today, but if it's to find him, No need to."

Judging from his tone, he knew where Chen Cheng was, but he didn't want to tell them.

"We already know the truth of the matter, and now the teacher just wants to..."

"There's no need to go on. Chen Cheng is not here. The Chen Cheng you are looking for is no longer in this world."

Lin Ran wanted to continue asking, but Mr. Song stopped him.

He knows Mr. Xu very well and is very principled. If he doesn't want to say something, he will never say it no matter how others press him.

However, you can use other methods to get a rough idea.

"What exactly happened to Chen Cheng? Can you tell us?"

Seeing that Mr. Xu fell into silence again, Mr. Song patted him on the shoulder and said: "Old Xu, they are not like us. They are still young and will always have some paranoid ideas. Maybe you and I don't understand, but Lin Ran is also a young man, maybe you tell Lin Ran his thoughts, the younger generation can always understand each other."

The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Okay, have you ever been framed?"