Extraordinary relationship

The tattered market is in the south of the city, some distance away from the northern district. It is now the time when cars come and go at noon, and the two of them will walk for a while, and it will take more than an hour to drive there.

Han Su's mood has almost recovered. He guessed that Jin Shu'an was so good-looking that he got close to him for a while and confused his mind. Isn't there a saying that a real beauty never kills both men and women, so for such a great beauty A few heartbeats, that's perfectly normal.

Han Su kept staring at him from the corner of his eye, feeling that this person's picturesque features are really good-looking, and now he looks even more amazing than when he first saw him at the bar, and he doesn't know why.

He just looked at it like that, until Jin Shu'an felt it, subconsciously glanced aside, and the moment his eyes met, he finally withdrew his eyes with a pounding heart.

"What's wrong?" Jin Shuan asked him.

"It's nothing." Han Su rubbed his face, "I just want to know how you take care of your skin. Your skin is so good."

Jin Shuan smiled, "You've taken good care of yourself."

"That's true." Han Su was quite proud when he talked about it, "I haven't changed my appearance since college, maybe it has something to do with always making facial masks."

He remembered eating barbecue with the squad leader and the others a few days ago, and the squad leader rubbed his bald head, enviously saying that he is a youthful face in the new era, he is really blind in the art academy, and he should turn left to apply for the film school.

Holding a beer, Han Su smiled and said, "As an actor, there are a lot of people staring at me. I have to dodge the paparazzi when I go shopping and dating. I don't have the ambition to make that much money, and I don't want to suffer from that."

The squad leader joked with him with a smile, saying that he has no one to stare at or date him now.

Han Su thought of the excitement of being with his classmates, and his face, which was illuminated by the sun, was filled with satisfaction with life.

The drive was not short, and at noon, Han Su was actually a little sleepy, but he thought it was not the case that he asked Jin Shuan to accompany him to the junk market, and he was going to sleep again, so he had to forcefully beat him. Finding nothing to say with the spirit.

Han Ju: "You said you bought my brother's painting before, did you contact Uncle Guangmao directly, or did you buy it from someone else?"

"It was taken at an auction house in the United States." Jin Shuan held the steering wheel, his pupils shrank, remembering the feeling when he saw the snow scene for the first time, "I was going with someone that day, but I liked Han Dong's snow scene very much later. Just shoot."

Not only do I like it very much, but my heart trembles.

At that time, Han Dong's snow picture was the finale of the lot, and it aroused the audience's surprise when it appeared on the stage.

In fact, this well-known oriental painter has always made many people skeptical.

They believe that Han Dong increased the mystery of the paintings through "Shen Yin" and deliberately lowered the output so that the supply exceeded the demand to set off the price. In addition, he has an agent who is proficient in hype and a younger brother who is good at dancing. Dong is a person who seeks fame and reputation.

"My brother's mystery really added value to the painting." Han Su didn't deny it, and said bluntly: "Those rumors can't be said to be unreasonable. Without Uncle Guangmao, no matter 'Snow Saint' or 'Dayin', Maybe not many people will know about it. Now is not the era when the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys."

"Indeed." Jin Shu'an turned around and drove the car from the avenue to the alley. Are you working with this agent now?"

"No." Han suddenly shook his head, his voice trailed off for a moment, as if he was counting the past days from his memory, it was a time that was not very happy.

According to Han Su, Han Dong showed amazing talent when he was very young. When his family realized that the paintings could be sold, it was Papa Han who took care of them.

At that time, the art industry had just recovered from the global downturn. The Asia-Pacific side itself started late, and the domestic trading environment was not as standardized as it is now. Papa Han didn’t have much experience and connections. .

"At that time, 'Han Dong' was not yet well-known, unlike now people are rushing to ask for sky-high prices." Han suddenly scratched his eyebrows, "I remember that there was a gallery that took his paintings for auction and deliberately raised the price. You said who would pay a high price for the work of a fledgling painter, so the auction was naturally passed."

"Then the gallery holds these paintings in their hands and does this repeatedly. After a few times, they finally sell the paintings to an expected value. At this time, if they lower the price a little, they can be sold easily. At first glance, it seems that someone helped It seems that the speculation price is very good, but we don’t know that our family has to wait until the final decision and the buyer pays the bill before we can get the money. During this period, not only do we have no money for several months, but we can’t even sell the paintings privately because of the buyout agreement.”

"And you know." Han Su tilted his head towards Jinshu'an, "The money we can get in the end is just a share of the initial auction price, and it has nothing to do with the high price that was sold later. It's what the gallery earned. That's the difference."

"At that time, the conditions at home were not good, and the things for painting were expensive, so I wanted to go out and pick up junk." Han Su said it so much that he wanted to laugh, "Then I met Uncle Guangmao, and these situations were alleviated."

Jin Shuan turned his head and glanced at him. He occasionally frowned when he said these words just now, but the emotions in his eyes were not strong, like retelling an old movie. It's over.

Han Su leaned lazily on the back of the chair, the sleepiness in his eyes hadn't completely dissipated, he didn't dodge when he met Jin Shu'an's eyes, but blinked, and tapped his chin lightly.

Jin Shu'an knew very little about Han Su's family situation and his parents' situation, so he could only listen and ask what he knew from time to time: "Did you formally contact Xu Guangmao on behalf of your father after you came here to go to college?"

"Yes. Speaking of which, Uncle Guangmao is very familiar with me. He is obviously a generation older than me, but he treats me as a buddy when we meet. I was really not used to him when I first met him."

As Han Su was speaking, he looked out of the car window, seeing high-rise buildings piled up one after another, gradually adding low and old multi-storey buildings. This is a witness of the alternation of times and a proof of the gradual estrangement between people.The times are moving forward, but the human touch among neighbors is getting weaker.

The car quickly arrived at the destination, and the bustling sound came from the market, waking up Han Su's drowsy nerves.

He and Jin Shu'an parked the car aside and walked side by side to the main entrance.

"It used to be a scattered market, but it became too chaotic and affected the appearance of the city, so it was turned into a market." Han Su looked up at the somewhat old red iron sign and said with emotion: "When I was poor, I went to a lot of dilapidated buildings." The market once thought that I would have to hang out in this kind of place for the rest of my life.”

He turned his head and asked Jin Shuan: "You haven't been here, have you?"

How could Jinshu'an have been here before? The long beige coat on his body doesn't even have any stray hairs, his waist is straight and straight, and his eyes are spotless. It's just this kind of young master's demeanor who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, and " Words like "cheap", "second-hand goods", and "messy" have nothing to do with it at all. The things in his house look old, and you know they are expensive antiques in terms of color and workmanship. This is definitely not the place to buy them. here.

But Han Su was still very happy, he didn't know where there was a high-end antique market, he just wanted to hang out with this kind of roadside stalls like Jinshu Anlai, and let him know that this was his life.

Hey, Jin Shu'an, why is he so nice and good-looking? Let's just talk about this long coat. This color is definitely not suitable for ordinary people to wear, but it looks so high-end on him.Han suddenly shook his head, such a good-looking person can be his friend, take the initiative to invite him to dinner, like to smile at him, and even willing to accompany him to the junk market, it really makes people happy just thinking about it.

Han Su was overwhelmed by an unreasonable joy, so that he didn't hear what Jin Shu'an said that he "had stayed in a place that was messier than this".

Two people are wandering in the dilapidated market. The crowded city makes the dilapidated market smaller and smaller, but it still has a lot of traffic, especially old men and women. These people wear heavy down jackets and sit next to each other. Picking and picking in front of the second-hand stalls, chatting and comparing goods under the dry willow trees on both sides of the road, having fun.

It is said to be a shabby market, but there are many new things, but Han Su still likes to look at some old goods. After all, he doesn't come here if he wants to find new things produced at the moment.

There was an old bookstall in front, and Han Su squatted on the ground, flipping through the pile of brightly-covered villain books on the left, and held up a copy of "Happy Forest" to Jin Shuan, "Brother An, you should have read it." This kind of book, right?"

"I've seen it." Jin Shu'an took the book. The appearance of the book is relatively well preserved, but it is inevitable that there are some traces of the years. The stories in the book are composed of comics, and there are a few lines written in bold next to the comics. plot.

He had read such a book and had witnessed its rise and fall.

In the end, Han Su spent 15 yuan to buy two copies, "Happy Forest" and "The Sloppy King".

"The second-hand ones are much more valuable than the new ones before." Han Su held the two palm-sized books in his hands, and he realized that he had arrived at the entrance of a musical instrument store. He looked back at Jin Shuan, and the man walked a little slowly. After a while, Han Su stretched out his hand to pull his arm: "I saw that you have a piano at home the other day, do you understand music?"

Jin Shuan: "Understood."

Han Su laughed and said, "That's fine, I don't understand after all."

He held onto Jin Shuan's arm and did not let go. Jin Shuan felt the warmth from Han Su's palm quickly spread to his chest, and at the same time felt Shen Ning's blood boiling from his heart. That point rushes toward the whole body.

The owner of the musical instrument store is a stubborn old man. In the shabby house, there are old guitars covered with stickers, tarnished flutes, black and shiny Xun, and Bau who looks like a flute.

Han Su picked up the reed-like harmonica on the display cabinet, shook it in front of his eyes twice, and asked Jin Shu'an, "What is this, a musical instrument accessory?"

Jin Shuan shook his head: "That's right, I haven't seen it either."

Han Su's hand has evolved from holding Jinshu'an's arm when he first entered the door, to holding his arm. This posture is really rare among grown men, but this distance is so comfortable, warm and warm, It was so hot that Han Ju and Jin Shu'an's hearts were beating wildly, but neither of them mentioned that they should let go, nor looked down at the arm. Han Ju just pretended that this was a normal behavior. Shu'an also pretended to be fine, thinking about the musical instrument in his hand.

The old shop owner actually wanted to correct his intellectual mistakes, but he just turned his head with a cold "hum", because he was most annoyed by this kind of sticky behavior.

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Han Ju: Brother An's clothes are made of really good fabric, they are very comfortable to the touch, and the moment you take them off, they must have a very good texture...

——Han Su's mental activity that flashed at a certain moment, but in fact it was the clothes that moved first