Chapter 59

He He plans to visit individual collectors. No matter how big or small the possibility is, he has to do it to know.

With the help of the curator's grandmother, He He also found an address book containing information of personal collectors from among the old man's belongings.

In the following time, He He visited everyone one by one.

The visit was not smooth sailing. Some people received He He warmly and shared their collections with him. One could see from their faces that they loved ancient artifacts.

There were also people who didn't care about the visit of a high school student who was still wet behind the ears.

At such moments, He He will show his determination and sincerity to collectors, audiences and Lingxi.

In the heavy rain, He He, wearing a raincoat, waited firmly at the collector's door.

The collector was finally moved by He He's kindness. He used an umbrella to block the slanting rain. The middle-aged man tightened his coat and said to He He, "Boy, come in."

In addition, there are also some things that make people laugh and cry.

When visiting a wealthy coal boss, he failed to find Yunyin. Instead, the wealthy businessman was excited and spent a lot of money to find her.

The coal boss waved his hand with great generosity: "Brother, I'll buy this ancient sword. You can name your price."

The coal boss was rich and willful, and He He was shamefully moved for a moment, but ultimately rejected the boss's invitation righteously. Although the coal boss looked regretful, he didn't say anything else.

"Haha, didn't he give up? He won't take me away, so why are you running?"

"If you run too slowly, I'm afraid I might change my mind and sell you out."

He He pedaled the shared yellow bike quickly, her long hair fluttering in the wind.

The little mouse pendant hanging on He He's schoolbag had its fur flying in the strong wind created by He He's bicycle. Finally, it couldn't help but open its mouth and said: "Squeak~"

He He shouted, "What did Rat Boss say?"

Lingxi: "Rat said he would sing a song for you."

Lingxi's face was expressionless, and a voice that was not on the musical score at all sounded out: "The wind blows, the wind blows~"

"Let the strong wind keep blowing~ keep blowing~"

He He: “…”

He He: "Hahahahahaha."

Lingxi: "Haha, what are you laughing at?"

He He: "You sing beautifully."

He He imitated Lingling's tune and sang the lyrics.

"Blow, blow, blow, blow~"

He He: "Lingling, do I sing well?"

Lingxi: "That sounds terrible."

The little sword spirit had a look of disgust on his face, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise: "Haha."

"I'm here, what's up?"

"Thank you."

"Speak louder! The wind is so strong I can't hear you clearly."

Lingxi shook her head, realizing that He He couldn't see, and quickly said, "Nothing."

Well, nice to meet you.

Even though I didn't find my mother in the end, I was very happy, especially very happy, during the time I spent with He He.

"Obviously there's something wrong, tell me quickly, or I'll give you a massage when I get back." You little bastard, I can't fix you.

Lingxi: "..."

Rage rose from his heart, and evil was brewing in his heart. The taciturn little fairy boy suddenly leaned close to He He's ear, opened his mouth, and shouted: "Haha, thank you and your family!!!"

Thank you He He, and thank you Youqian.

He He: "...are you really not scolding me?"

Lingxi also reacted, and the sword spirit could no longer hold back his expression: "Hahaha~" A cheerful laugh sounded behind He He.

He He: "Yes, smile, smile, good luck will come tomorrow."

[Hehe, you're trying to appease Lingling. That's great! I started laughing too.]

[The wind blows hard~The wind blows hard~The wind blows hard~]

[Hehe, you're right. People who love to laugh have good luck. Lingbao and He He are working so hard, they'll find their mother soon!]

In the following time, He He continued to rush around visiting collectors, and the final exams were quietly approaching. In order to maintain his grades, He He had to review his homework after returning home every day. Many times, he would fall asleep unconsciously due to exhaustion while reading.

It was visible to the naked eye that He He had lost a lot of weight.

Finally, he survived the devilish final exam. Fortunately, He He managed to maintain his position in the top ten in the class.

Standing in front of the mirror, He He looked at his tanned face and the thick dark circles under his eyes. He lowered his head and pinched the fat on Lingxi's face, saying sadly, "See my results, brother? This is all because of my good looks."

The green onions and Chinese cabbages are almost becoming old stalks.

Lingxi said in a slurred voice: "Hehe, I'm not old."

The rat boss popped up from nowhere: "Squeak!" Cool!

As he spoke, he raised his paw and gave a thumbs-up gesture, with a determined look in his eyes, which showed his seriousness.

He He stretched himself, rolled up his sleeves, and said confidently, "Holiday is coming soon. In two months, let's try to leave no stone unturned and cover every corner of this city!"

On the first day of the holiday, He He started his career as a street urchin.

He He went out on his second-hand three-wheeled motorcycle. He also put a speaker on the motorcycle. He He's rhythmic voice echoed along with the motorcycle: "I'm collecting second-hand goods, collecting scrap iron——"

He He did not waste any time on the way to visit the collector.

Collecting old items and scrap metal, especially wandering through the old streets, just in case you find a wandering Yunyin.

It’s okay if you can’t find it. Just send the waste to the recycling station and sell it. That can be considered as working and studying, right?

It’s just that plans don’t change as fast as they should.

On the fifth day of He He's vacation, early in the morning, before He He started his three-wheeled motorcycle, he heard noise outside the door.

Mao Erha's loud voice carried into the courtyard, with a hint of warning: "Brother, you've come to the wrong place."

Aunt Mao's voice also rang out: "Xiao He is not at home. Yes, we don't know where he went. If you have anything to do with Xiao He, just tell me. I will help convey it when he comes back."

"No, what are you doing? Are you trying to break into a private house? There's a public security station two blocks away. Even if you outnumber me, I'm not afraid. If you have the guts, hit me."

Mao Erha, that big fool, was standing at the door of He He's house, looking like a lone man blocking the pass. If he wanted to get through, he would have to step over my dead body.

He He's lips twitched.

I saw the old man in the yard next door also took out his mobile phone, squinted his eyes towards the light, and pressed the buttons one by one with his fingers.

The coal boss's voice came over: "Okay, everyone, calm down. And uncle, put your phone away first, don't press the wrong button! I know I don't look like a good person, but the problem is, bad people will show their badness on their faces. You can't just come to my door in broad daylight like I did."

"Little brother, it's a misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding. I know Xiao He is at home, please call him out, I have something serious to discuss with him."

Mao Erha was half-believing and half-doubting, but was suddenly patted on the back by He He, and immediately got angry: "Why did you come out?!"

He He patted Mao Erha's shoulder soothingly and said, "Maozi, it's okay."

He He smiled and waved to the neighbors, saying loudly, "Thank you, grandpa and grandma, uncles and aunts. Boss Wang is not a bad person. He's a wealthy businessman in our city. He even donated a lot of money to the city to repair roads. This is it."

He He gave a thumbs up, and the coal boss also looked up in cooperation. In the sunlight, the big gold chain around his neck sparkled.

In the car, He He joked, "Uncle Wang, to be honest, your posture just scared me. With a row of bodyguards clearing the way, I almost thought you were here to rob me."

The coal boss patted his beer belly and said, "A gentleman seeks what he wants, but he gets it in a proper way. However, I really like your Uncle Gu Jian too. So, the first time I heard the news, I came to find you."

He He, Ling Xi, and the Rat King's six eyes all widened: "Uncle, what do you mean?"

"Hey, don't be too sure. I can't guarantee anything. But just because you dare to get in my car, I'll take you to see it."

"Xiao Xu, tell Xiao He about it."

The coal boss's secretary cleared his throat and smiled, "Mr. Xiao He, the couple we're visiting today are actually an elderly couple who just returned from overseas. By chance, they once acquired an unknown, rusty, ancient sword at an auction abroad. It was hollow inside, but unfortunately, the sword itself is nowhere to be found."

"Because they weren't collectors, they bought the ancient sword out of homesickness. After returning to the embrace of their motherland, the sword was carefully kept as a keepsake, and not many people knew about it."

"After you left, our boss was concerned about your filial piety towards the old man and asked around. It was by chance that the old man's son and the boss had business dealings, and that's how he got the news."

"Mr. Xiao He left behind some information, and we also obtained information about the ancient sword in advance. The length and width of the sword are basically consistent."

"All that remains is for Mr. Xiao He to go there in person with the Lingxi Sword to verify whether the two are one and the same."

He He gently stroked the Lingxi sword to soothe the trembling sword spirit.

"No matter what, thank you uncle for this time."

"Haha, it's not a big deal. Being able to restore the ancient sword to its original state can also be considered as helping the mother and son reunite. It's pretty good."

Good luck really came!

The moment he stepped into the villa, Lingxi's sword began to vibrate more violently. Even though they had never met, Lingxi could feel the aura emanating from his mother, the invisible connection between mother and son.

The elderly man and the coal boss's partner who were waiting at home rubbed their arms: "Hiss, why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

Invisible sword energy condensed in the room, the cold sword energy was cool and could not hurt anyone.

The coal boss was the first to step into the villa and tightened his clothes: "No, brother, is the air conditioner set too low?"

The middle-aged man added more clothes to his parents and said, "It must be the central air conditioning system that's broken. Please excuse me, brother. I just contacted someone to come and fix it."

"This is Brother Xiao He, right?"

The wealthy businessman and the middle-aged man exchanged pleasantries for a moment. Both of them were straightforward and decisive. They patted He He's back with their big hands and said, "Brother, let's talk about this later. Let Xiao He try first."

"No problem, but..." the middle-aged man said uncertainly, "This half-sword of mine was lost overseas. When my parents got it, it was already rusted."

The middle-aged man was afraid that the rust had filled the hollow space. Even if the mother and child swords were originally one piece, they would not fit together after a hundred years or even longer.

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, He He had already combined the two swords together with Yunying in one hand and Lingxi in the other.

In a world that ordinary people cannot see, in the aftermath of the pervasive sword energy, the flat ground is filled with wind and sand, and space and time are flowing backwards.

The two trembling swords were eager to get closer to each other, or perhaps because they were afraid of being near home, they instinctively did not dare to get close.

The two sword energies swirled and spread outward around He He.

He He, standing in the center of the sword energy, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, the corners of his clothes were blown by the strong wind. Although the sword energy could not hurt people, it caused a dull pain when it hit his skin.

However, He He seemed not to feel anything. He held Yunyin in one hand and Lingxi in the other, and steadily brought the two swords closer.

The humming sound of sword energy grew stronger, and the vibrations of the two swords gradually synchronized. Under the resonance of an inexplicable rhythm, the rust on Yunyin and Lingxi faded away layer by layer, until revealing a slender sword body with a cold glow and smooth lines, like the vastness of autumn water and the sky.

With a pleasant sound of metal clashing, the mother and child swords merged into one.

In an instant, dragons roared and tigers howled, like meteors streaking across the night sky, dazzling and bright, lighting up the endless sky.

Layers of light spots rose from the Yunyin Lingxi sword and condensed into two figures.

A beautiful woman in a lavender skirt was holding the hand of a delicate little child, both of them had a look of joy and relief on their faces, as if their long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.

"I've been wandering for half my life in Yunyin. I thought returning to my homeland was a great blessing, but I never thought I'd see Ling'er again."

Yunyin and Lingxi bowed deeply to He He at the same time, and their voices of thanks rang out at the same time: "Yunyin/Lingxi, thank you benefactor. From now on, I wish to light a perpetual lamp for you, praying for blessings day and night to fulfill my vow."

Without waiting for He He to say anything, the two figures turned back into points of light and merged into the sword body.

Lingling's last words were in my ears: "Haha, thank you for helping me find my mother."

A few days later, at the donation ceremony for the ancient sword Yunyin Lingxi at the city museum, He He, backstage, straightened the collar of the little Lingxi who was pulling at his sleeve.

"You and your mother will receive the best care here. Just be happy. Grandpa Sun and his men have great righteousness in their hearts, but not everyone would easily donate their famous sword without asking for anything in return."

Seeing He He looking for praise, Lingxi cooperated: "Haha, you seem to be bragging."

A staff member found He He in the corner and said politely and respectfully, "Mr. He, the ceremony is about to begin."

He He smiled and said, "Okay, Lingxi will be left to you guys from now on."

The staff member said seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. He, protecting historical treasures is our responsibility!"

"Mr. He, are you really not going to go on stage?"

He He waved his hand: "I'm just an ordinary student, just keep a low profile."

As the staff left, Lingxi hugged He He one last time and said, "He He, remember to come and see me and mother."

With outsiders present, He He did not speak, but just squinted his eyes and nodded gently.

After the ceremony, He He returned home carrying a backpack with a Rat Boss decoration hanging on it.

He He was a little uncomfortable with the sudden disappearance of Lingxi's serious chattering all day long.

The Rat Boss jumped onto the table and instructed the Golden Monkey to write on the notebook with a pen: "Haha, you missed Lingling."

"If you can't bear to let go, why do you still want to send Lingling away?"

The old mouse was squeaking anxiously on the table, and the golden monkey was scratching his head and looking very upset: "Lingling can't bear to leave you either."

"What if Lingling gets bullied again outside? Haha, let's go and steal Lingling and Yunying back now?"

He He poked Rat Boss's head with his finger and said, "What are you thinking? Look, more and more people will remember Lingling and Yunying."

"Even if one day, I mean if, something unexpected happens and they get separated again, even if Lingling doesn't meet someone with the Yin-Yang Eyes, those who love Lingling and their descendants will rush to help reunite mother and child."

Finally, He He sighed like a young literary man: "Love should not be possession. The shadows of the clouds are in tune with each other, and the famous soldiers of ancient and modern times should be remembered by more people."

He He stretched, rubbed each of the twelve heads, and asked with a smile, "We must remember the past and look forward to the future."

"The story of the Lingxi baby ends perfectly. Now, tell us what you wish for."

The audience smiled knowingly. Lingxi found her mother. Although He He donated them to the country in the name of their grandfather so that they could be better taken care of, it was not a farewell forever. He He could reunite with Lingxi when he went to the museum.

For the audience, this ending is already a perfect one.

The story of Lingxi ends, but the story of the twelve has just begun.

The audience prepared themselves and waited for He He and the twelve new bonds and adventures.

result……

Before the Rat Boss could express the regrets and wishes of the Zodiac Group, the picture stopped and the ending theme song started.

Before I knew it, the three-episode series was over.

audience:! ! !

[I've already entrusted the warehouse to you, and that's it? ? ?]

[Damn, maybe Director Huan has studied at the Card Academy.]

[I seem to have forgotten, the next episode is airing tomorrow, right?]

[Dear, we are filming while broadcasting. There are only two episodes in half a month. That’s too much. Hahahaha. I’m not crazy.]

The premiere of "Zi Bu Yu" ended. Although the audience scolded Director Huan for being immoral, they left honest ratings with their bodies.

"I'm absolutely afraid that Director Huan will be too proud. I hope the twelve zodiac animals and the subsequent stories can be as brilliant as the Blade and Soul chapter! P.S. It's very refreshing and healing. Director Huan didn't lie!"

"Four stars, and you're asking where the one star is for? The updates are too slow!"

"Five-star praise. Although I've never doubted Director Huan's ability, "Zi Bu Yu" still astounded me. The idea that all things have spirits is worth pondering."

"If we don't have Director Huan in the entertainment industry, the world will be dark forever!"

The ratings for the TV series and movies were released very quickly, and the entire online drama industry was shaken.

It is difficult to satisfy everyone. No matter how good a movie is, it cannot satisfy everyone's preferences. There is no work with a score of 10.0 in the entire film and television industry.

Online dramas with a score of 8 or above are considered excellent works.

The current rating is 9.4 points!

It can be said that as long as Huan Xu does not make a big mess in the later stage, even if the following story is not as exciting as the Blade and Soul chapter, which will cause the rating to drop, it will definitely be above nine points, and it can enter the Carnival Night Annual Ceremony and compete for the best online series.

Just in case, just in case, Director Huan continues to perform at a high level and the final score stabilizes above 9.5, it will be a masterpiece.

Before this, no matter whether people approved of Huan Xu's entry into the online drama circle or not, they were all silent after seeing this score.

A veteran director, a heavyweight in the online drama world, lamented to his wife, "When Lao Liu said that before, I didn't believe him. Now it seems that it's a good thing my drama was released before. If it had happened to be released, it would have been a public execution, and everyone would have known who was ugly."

That’s right, I’m talking about the new drama of Crown.

Even though Crown’s practices have been criticized in the industry, it is not an exaggeration to say that its three major products are of the highest quality.

"To Dana" scored 8.0 points in its initial screening, which is of top quality. According to the evaluation of industry professionals, this score was even lowered. Under normal circumstances, it could have reached 8.3~8.5.

As for the reason, it was because of the contrast with its peers. A masterpiece with a rating of 9.4 was released on the same day, so the audience's appetite was whetted and their tolerance for some flaws was lower.

It's all tears if I say too much. I don't blame others. It's all the fault of the director Da.

"The original release date of 'To Dana' and 'Zi Bu Yu' were not the same day at all. I don't know if Director Da's head was stuck in the door, but he had to change it. Oh no."

My wife couldn't help but roll her eyes at the old director: "Look at you gloating over someone else's misfortune. If someone caught you on camera, I don't know what they would do to you."

The old director snorted, "What can I make up? Can I make it up like that? My feud with Crown is not new. I'm a bachelor, so I just enjoy seeing them unhappy. I can say whatever I want."

The old man put the peeled apple into the old director's hand and said, "Eat it."

The old man Kabakaba took two bites and couldn't help complaining to his wife: "The young man is really good, with a good brain. A man doesn't talk about strange things, hey, interesting."

"It's just that the young man is not as good as I was when I was young. He took advantage of a good script. It's a pity. If I had such a good script back then, I would definitely be able to make a drama with a score of 9.9."

Wife: “…”

My wife said, "Come on, I think you've forgotten that time when you filmed a flop and went home crying. Besides, the script was written by a young man himself, so how can they be so amazing?"

Old director: “…” Why are you telling the truth?

The old director deliberately played a joke: "Tell me, am I still your favorite old man?"

Wife: "If I were fifty years younger, I would chase her right now."

Old director: “…” Draw your sword.

On the other hand, at the celebration party for "To Dana", although it was a celebration in name only, everyone from the director to the actors were not in high spirits.

In fact, for the actors, the drama did not flop and the ratings were good. Although it did not meet expectations, they were still quite satisfied.

The main thing is that the director had a gloomy face, and the actors and other crew members didn't dare to show too much happiness, unless they didn't want to work with Crown and Director Da next time.

The actors here were competing with each other in acting skills, and it didn't seem like they were at a celebration party, but rather at a funeral.

The hotel waiters who saw this scene looked like they wanted to say something but were hesitant. For some reason, they felt like laughing.

Especially the male lead, I didn’t realize it on TV, but it turns out his acting is quite good.

In the strange atmosphere, there was only one person whose temperament was out of tune with the surroundings.

The assistant director, with a string of beads hanging on his wrist, was enjoying his meal.

Before eating, I took a photo as a souvenir, put my hands together, and said thankfully: "Amitabha, thank the Buddha for allowing me to satisfy my appetite."

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