Situ Ming shook his head, "Never seen it before, it looks like an antique."
Zhao Xiaoyue carefully inserted the key into the lock. With a click, the mechanism opened, and the box opened layer by layer, revealing a piece of jewelry in each layer.
Both of them were stunned.
"Isn't this the necklace from that museum catalog? Is it real or fake?"
Zhao Xiaoyue picked up a crystal pendant and examined it from both sides.
Situ Ming: "It's true, it's true. Look, there's a small character here that proves it's real."
My goodness! So many poems, all of them items from museum catalogs. They're not just priceless, they're worth a whole country!
After the two of them checked everything one by one, Zhao Xiaoyue concluded, "I've really hit the jackpot."
Absolutely!
Even this wooden box is ingeniously crafted with a mechanism.
Taking the opportunity, Situ Ming asked for a reward, "Shouldn't you reward me, wife?"
Zhao Xiaoyue put the wooden box away, patted the blanket, and prepared to sleep. "What does what Grandma gave me have to do with you?"
Taking advantage of the situation, Situ Ming slipped under the covers, pressing down on the soft body. "What are you talking about? Should I try to pull some strings?"
"Hey, hey, where are you putting your hands?"
Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.
Comic conventions are a disaster. The person who was supposed to be there is nowhere to be found, and he doesn't answer the phone. He's all alone, having to debate with everyone. This job is inhuman.
No, he has to go on a trip!
He needs a vacation!
He's withering away; he needs to find love to rejuvenate his work.
Sometimes, the more beautiful your ideas are, the crueler reality becomes.
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