[Stone Gambling Antiques] Palm Eye Lingpupil

Brother soldier, may I ask your surname? "After the phone call, Luo Jiasheng came back to Mo Fan and the others.

Glancing at Luo Jiasheng, Mo Yi couldn't get used to Luo Jiasheng's naughty but lacking in strength temperament, but because Mo Fan couldn't deal with him directly, he just stood there without saying a word. Behind Mo Fan, Luo Jiasheng was treated as nothing.

Luo Jiasheng bumped into a wall with Mo Yi, but he was not annoyed, and immediately came to Mo Fan again.Since the soldier doesn't want to say it, he doesn't want to say anything about the military family. The military family is a very good person: "Brother Mo Fan, what is the name of the soldier brother? You see, I will be lucky if I meet the soldier brother and you during this period of time." , you always want to let me know your name and surname, so that we can repay each other when we meet in the rivers and lakes in the future."

Mo Fan glanced at Luo Jiacheng, the clarity in his eyes couldn't help but make Luo Jiacheng, who always prided himself on being thick-skinned, touch his nose involuntarily.

No, you have to practice hard next time, and you will definitely not be able to break your skills!

"Mo Yi." Mo Fan didn't know what was going on in Luo Jiasheng's mind, but after two contacts with this person, the fox-like shrewdness and cunning on this person's surface had been suppressed by his rather sloppy performance. .

However, this person is definitely not what he appears to be.Mo Fan thought to himself, but on the surface he was still indifferent without joy or sorrow.

"Brother Mo Yi Soldier." The name is finally coming, and he can find them as he wants in the future, and he can ask for any emeralds he wants.If he can, he can also persuade the big brother in the army to open an emerald jade shop with the military subordinates who are so skilled in stone gambling after retiring, and he will go to give them a platform.

He was running out of time, and he would never regret tying his only hope to the two of them who gave him the feeling that he could, but had only seen two sides.

The so-called young master of the Luo family sounds nice, but it's a pity that he is actually the one destined to be sacrificed.He only has one chance in a lifetime...Luo Jiacheng glanced at Mo Fan and Mo Yi with a cheerful look, and his heart was already overwhelmed.

The bank's text messages are always timely. Within 5 minutes, Mo Fan received the bank's text message notification. Now, his bank account with less than 1000 yuan left has 320 million yuan.It is more funds than what his parents bequeathed to him back then.

"Go pick up Qingqing." The two of them, Mo Yi and Mo Yi, took the emerald and the small cups wrapped in old newspapers, and Mo Fan didn't go back to the Town God's Temple.

Seeing Mo Fan and Mo Yi walking out, Luo Jiasheng quickly raised his voice, "Brother Mo Yi, Mo Fan, see you next time!"

Mo Yi's steps paused slightly, this kind of fried dough sticks, which are familiar, really need to be practiced.

The process of returning from Chenghuang Temple to Luojia Primary School was much more relaxed than before. Mo Yi drove the car in the cab, while Mo Fan sat in the back seat and quietly watched the cups.

It is said that there are several cups, but in fact there are only three of them. One of the cups has obvious damage on the wall, and the grape pattern on the other cup is blurred in some places, while some places are bright and weird. One remains intact.

Mo Fan looked at the making of the cup and found that the wall of the cup was very thin and white. After looking at it for a long time, it also had a warm feeling different from jade.

What exactly is this?What exactly is the Chenghua Doucai Grape Cup?

Mo Fan has some clues about what the stall owner said at that time, but he can't make sense of it.

"Here we are." Seeing Mo Fan's pensive look in the rearview mirror, Mo Yi directly interrupted Mo Fan's thoughts.People who need to rest should take a good rest. Excessive use of the brain is also harmful to the body!

It seems to be treated as a patient again.Mo Fan, who was woken up by Mo Yi's voice, looked up and saw the disapproving expression on Mo Yi's face, and immediately felt a little headache.He should just be overusing his mental strength. As long as he is allowed to sleep, he can go to a whole day of military training without feeling too much.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing cannot be told to Mo Yi, so Mo Fan had no choice but to re-wrap the small cup and get out of the car.

I heard that the grandson of the history teacher also attends elementary school in this place. I hope he will be lucky enough to meet the history professor.If not, Mo Fan glanced at Mo Yi, he guessed it would be difficult to get out of the house recently, especially when there was a little housekeeper at home.

"Brother, Brother Mo Yi." As soon as he reached the gate, Mo Qingyun's figure rushed over, with a bit of relief in his tone.

Mo Fan patted Mo Qingyun's head, that strange pampering replaced the original indifference: "Thank you, Qingqing."

It's just hard work.Mo Qingyun nodded vigorously, trying hard to show the pain she had suffered all morning.

"Try hard." Mo Yi didn't know Mo Qingyun's pain, but he was sure that children should not be spoiled, just like he and his cousins ​​and cousins ​​parents treated them.

Trial... Mo Qingyun's eyes wandered up, down, left, and right, but she just didn't look in Mo Yi's direction.Forget about tempering or something, she must persuade her brother to agree to her dropping out of school, the days of going to school are really too sad.

Mo Fan knew what Mo Qingyun was thinking when he saw her appearance, but unlike Mo Yi, he thought that Mo Qingyun didn't need to be kept, and the way of freeing her was actually more suitable for her. As a guardian, he only needs to ensure that Mo Qingyun can be happy Just keep living here.

Mo Yi also knew what Mo Qingyun was thinking, but he was not Mo Fan after all, and he didn't have the right to intervene in Mo Qingyun's discipline, so he could only offer an opinion occasionally.

Finally escaped.Mo Qingyun looked at Mo Yi, then at Mo Fan, his eyes smiled like a crescent moon.Her brother is indeed the best person in the world. For her brother-in-law's sake, just because he listens to her brother's words, he can barely be ranked second in the world!

"Mo Fan." Just as Mo Fan and Mo Yi were about to take Mo Qingyun back to the car, a familiar voice came over.

"Professor." Good luck.Mo Fan turned around, facing the professor of history who was carrying a small schoolbag that was completely out of proportion, and behaved like a student should behave.

The history professor felt happy when he saw Mo Fan's appearance.He just received a message from his old friend. This little thing is really lucky. He just went to Chenghuang Temple to play stone gambling, and his bet went up again. He was afraid that the child would go up twice in a row. I became proud, I didn't expect to be so respectful in front of him.

18. Picking up Leaks ([-])

"If Mo doesn't mind, I'll help you, so you can call me Uncle Qin." The history professor held his little granddaughter by the hand, with a slightly serious face.

"Yes, Uncle Qin." Mo Fan didn't have any attachment to addressing him, just like the professor who paid him for half a semester and still liked him, but he still didn't know the professor's name.

When Uncle Qin heard Mo Fan's address, he narrowed his eyes happily, and immediately put on a serious look.Now is not the time to be happy, now should be more serious: "Mo Fan, since you call me uncle, I have to talk to you. I heard what happened to you today, and you are lucky. But Anyway, this is still a gamble after all, don't get too addicted."

"Yes, thank you Uncle Qin." Although Uncle Qin said it seriously, Mo Fan felt warm in his heart.For many years, it seems that since his parents passed away, no one has said such words to him in such a tone.This feeling is really similar to the memory.

Seeing Mo Fan's reaction, Uncle Qin didn't make things difficult for him, he patted him on the shoulder, and the smile returned to his face: "Okay, go back quickly, if you don't go back, I'm afraid your little princess will say that I'm an old man It's not kind."

"No, no, Qingqing likes uncle and grandpa." Hearing Uncle Qin call her name, Mo Qing adhered to the principle that she would like what her brother liked, and she would dislike what her brother didn't like more than her brother. Yun quickly waved his hand.

Probably his granddaughter and Mo Qingyun were about the same size. Uncle Qin was amused to laugh when he saw Mo Qingyun's appearance as a young adult.

"Uncle Qin, I hope you can take a look." Seeing that Uncle Qin was in a good mood, Mo Fan took out the newspaper bag that he had been holding all the time, and handed it to Uncle Qin.

"This is..." Uncle Qin glanced at Mo Fan when he opened the newspaper bag, and when he saw him nodding, he knew that his guess was right. These were the few things he asked for when he gambled on stones.Looking down at the small porcelain cups, although Uncle Qin didn't think that there were any good things that could be picked up casually on the street stalls of the Town God's Temple, he was still carefully looking at the things that his favorite junior asked him to do. looked up.

There are a total of three small cups in the newspaper bag, probably because of a habit, Uncle Qin looked at the most damaged one first, but within a minute, Uncle Qin put down his hand, shook his head, and took the cup. Another grape pattern looks badly worn.

The level of counterfeiting of these things is getting worse and worse.Uncle Qin shook his head in disappointment, put down the quilt, and picked up the last intact, dirty-looking cup without any expectation.

This is... After wiping the dust on the cup, Uncle Qin was about to put back the fake grape-patterned porcelain cup, which was completely like a handicraft, when a small detail under the sunlight made him stop. With the movement of his hands, he picked up the cup again, and took out his magnifying glass that never left his body from his pocket