lost lights

In the scorching summer, the sun hanging high in the sky continuously radiates heat, and Zhizhi screams tirelessly. The tips of the grass on both sides of the road are withered and curled up, and the wind with heat waves blows towards us, twisting people Sight.

Yan Qi tugged at his collar to dissipate heat, and squinted at the wooden archway not far away that was mostly covered by trees. Under some old tile eaves was a faded indigo forehead.

Speeding up his pace, Yanqi walked down the pailou, looked up again, and saw the words on the forehead - Li Guzhen.

Yan Qi breathed a sigh of relief, finally found it, and hoped that the thing was still there.

Putting his eyes on a flat line, through the archway, Yanqi looked at the town in front of him. There were only a few fallen leaves on the road paved with bluestone slabs, and there were antique buildings on both sides of the road. Occasionally, there were faint human voices coming from the buildings. A huge and dense ancient tree almost covered half of the sky, and the sunlight could only shine down through sporadic gaps.

The magical town is almost exactly the same as in the photo, without any changes, Yanqi let out a breath and walked through the archway.

The whole body instantly became shady, as if the heat was blocked by the archway on the other side, even the sound of cicadas became far away, and the arc of Yanqi's mouth became larger. It's a really nice town, maybe you can come here to enjoy your old age when you get old.

Walking on the street, Yan Qi was looking for the target shop while recalling the photos he saw yesterday.

Yanqi is 25 years old this year. He is a designer by profession. Perhaps it was influenced by his parents who are also designers. He has liked things with ancient charm since he was a child, and occasionally collects some antiques. This time he came to Ligu Town because of a group of photos .

That group of photos was found in Yanqi's travel book, which was written by his father when he was young. Every time he went to a place, he would write a paragraph and take a group of photos as a souvenir.

Ligu Town is a small town selling antiques. Only those who are familiar with it will know that there is such a place, but the gold content is very high, and people with vicious eyes can find many good things. Yanqi's father entered by mistake while climbing a mountain, because The town has a strong cultural atmosphere, Yanqi's father stayed in the town for a week before leaving, and took a group of photos as a souvenir.

A group of photos showed the archways, streets, houses and residents of Ligu Town. One of them was particularly eye-catching. It was a photo of his father and a middle-aged man in an antique shop. In the lower right corner of the photo was half a Although the rest of the delicate glazed lamps were not photographed, Yan Qi fell in love with just this half of them.

Yanqi seldom falls in love at first sight, but this time, he fell in love at first sight, so he carefully read the records written by his father, and knew about Ligu Town.

Although it has been more than 20 years, the glazed lamp may have been bought by others, but Yanqi still wants to try his luck. It is rare to meet something he likes so much. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he still has to try it. Otherwise he won't give up.

Is that store no longer there?Guessing like this in his heart, Yanqi had already walked half of the street, and when he was about to walk to the end, he finally saw the shop┈米 with the glass lamp hidden.

After a pause, Yanqi walked into the 'fan'.

Because it was daytime, the shop was well lit. His eyes swept across the hall, and when he saw the similar layout of the cabinets in the photo, he looked directly there, but was disappointed to find that there was only a blue and white porcelain bowl there.

The white-haired old man lying on the recliner at the side sat up halfway at this time, and looked at Yanqi, "Young man, what are you looking for? Tell the old man, the old man has calligraphy, painting, jade, ancient books, clocks, and porcelain jewelry."

Yan Qi pursed his lips and looked around, but he didn't find the glazed lamp, so he turned to look at the old man.

The old man looked familiar, maybe he was the one in the photo with his dad. "Boss, do you still remember that you have a glass lamp with a silver handle?" Yan Qi gestured at the shape and asked expectantly.

"A glazed lamp with a silver handle? A glazed lamp..." the old man muttered, raising his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Ah! A photo, I brought a photo of it!" Yan Qi took out his wallet, took out a photo from it and handed it to the old man, pointed to a corner of the photo and said, "Boss, look, this is it."

When the boss saw the photo, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, he looked at Yanqi calmly, and then hurriedly looked away.

Yanqi didn't notice this, but looked at the old man expectantly.

"It seems that there is such a glass lamp." The old man stood up, walked slowly to the counter, squatted down, opened the cabinet and searched, "This thing should be a batch of goods from a long time ago. I'm looking to see if it's still there."

Yan Qi held the photo in his hand, and slowly raised his heart, "It should be almost 30 years, you should look for it carefully."

"Yo, it's really been a long time, then I have to go to Curry to have a look, the longest here is also in the past ten years, young man, wait here." The old man closed the cabinet door and stood on his knees Get up and call out to the inside, "Ninny, pour a cup of tea out for the guests."

After a while, a little girl who looked like she was six years old came out, she handed the paper cup to Yanqi without fear, and then ran to the side, looking at him with dark eyes without blinking.

The old man patted the little girl's head and walked inside.

Yan Qi paced back and forth a few steps, looked at his watch, then raised the cup in his hand and sniffed it. There was a faint fragrance. He blew on the surface of the water and took a sip. It tasted good.

As time passed, Yanqi looked at his watch more and more frequently, and the old man finally walked out holding a wooden box.

The old man put the wooden box on the counter and beckoned to Yanqi, "Young man, let's see if this is it." Then he removed the lid of the wooden box and carefully took out the contents.

Yan Qi approached the counter with strides, staring closely at the old man's movements, and what caught his eyes was the unfamiliar yet familiar lamp. Inside the translucent delicate glazed lamp body was a hollow spherical inner core and a half-length light silver handle. A silver chain decorated with glass is wrapped around the top, and there are some beautiful engravings at the end of the handle. The whole lamp just happens to rest quietly on a black nanmu shelf. The surface is bright and spotless, and it seems that it has not experienced The ravages of time.

"That's it!" Excited, Yan Qi gently touched the lamp body and handle, "I didn't expect it to still be there."

The old man looked at Yanqi's movements with a smile, hiding the shock in the depths of his eyes, and asked tentatively, "If it weren't for you, young man, I would have almost forgotten this glazed lamp. What is the picture?"

"That was taken by my dad when he was young. My dad's name is Yan Yun. I wonder if you still remember him." Yan Qi briefly explained why he came here.

"I remembered when you said that, it turned out to be Xiaoyun." The old man nodded, put the glazed lamp back into the wooden box, and exchanged a few words, "No wonder you look familiar, what's your name?"

"My name is Yanqi." Yanqi looked at the wooden box, "Boss, how much is the glass lamp?"

"Just call me Uncle Wang, this thing is not expensive." The old man quoted a price within Yanqi's acceptable range.

After paying the money readily, Yanqi looked at the time and picked up the wooden box, "Thank you, Uncle Wang, it's getting late, so I'll go first and see you when I'm free." He came to Z by car from S City City, although the two cities are adjacent, it took more than five hours to get here. It is almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and it will be very late to return to City S.

The old man looked at the sky outside and nodded, "Be careful on the road, it will rain heavily in a while."

The author has something to say: publish a chapter first, update slowly, and ensure that there will be no pitfalls.