Jiang Yanqing didn't know that her unintentional plan had caused Fang Mingxiao to change his attitude towards her again, and completely occupied his heart.
Fang Mingxiao did not show his happiness. He just nodded lightly, not wanting to alert Jiang Yanqing.
Jiang Yanqing put the cloth into her bag and pulled Fang Mingxiao back into the crowd. The stall that was selling silk cloth had been taken over by another person.
The two of them walked slowly from the opening. Jiang Yanqing also wanted to see if there were any good items that she could get a bargain on, so her eyes were always focused.
Fang Mingxiao's mind was completely on Jiang Yanqing. He carefully took her away from other people to prevent others from accidentally bumping into her.
Suddenly, Jiang Yanqing stopped again, and this time her eyes fell on an old man. The old man was not wearing much disguise, and his clothes were tattered, and you could vaguely see the white hair on his head.
He squatted between the two stalls, with a piece of cloth in front of him and a black wooden box on it, and nothing else.
Two people became interested and squatted down to ask, but the old man just shook his head and didn't move.
Jiang Yanqing pulled Fang Mingxiao over and squatted in front of the cloth. Jiang Yanqing didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the man's mood had changed, and his eyes fell on Fang Mingxiao beside him from time to time.
Jiang Yanqing asked, "Excuse me, what are you selling? Can I see it?"
A gruff voice rang out, "I've been waiting here all night. I don't want to wait any longer. Take the five dollars. If you want it, don't leave."
Jiang Yanqing's face darkened. What kind of thing was he selling that made him so arrogant? However, it was not a good idea to get into a conflict with others here, so Jiang Yanqing stood up and prepared to leave.
“Fate comes and goes, cherish the present.”
Jiang Yanqing had just turned around when this sentence, accompanied by a rough voice, reached his ears. Fang Mingxiao had already taken out five dollars from his pocket and handed it over. In the blink of an eye, the black box was in his hand.
When the two looked up again, the old man had disappeared, and only the cloth on the ground indicated that the man had just appeared.
Jiang Yanqing looked down at the box in Fang Mingxiao's hand and asked curiously, "Is this your fate or mine?"
Fang Mingxiao actually doesn't care who it is his fate. He hopes it is Jiang Yanqing's fate. Fate is something illusory. It can be a bad fate or an opportunity.
The two of them found a place away from other people's sight and opened the box. On it was a parchment book titled "The Art of Golden Needle".
Fang Mingxiao, who rarely showed emotions, picked up the parchment book with slightly trembling hands. There was a small box underneath with no patterns on it. When the box was slowly opened, a dazzling golden light instantly dazzled the two of them.
Jiang Yanqing quickly closed the box and whispered, "Let's go back and study it. Leave the things here with me for now."
Fang Mingxiao had no objection and obediently closed the box and handed it to Jiang Yanqing. Jiang Yanqing took it and put it in her bag, actually putting it into the space.
That old man is talking nonsense, and this thing looks no simple matter, so it’s better to put it in the space to be safe.
Fang Mingxiao wiped his face and regained his composure. After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy. No matter how deep his mind was, it would be difficult for him to control himself in the face of great joy.
Jiang Yanqing could also clearly sense Fang Mingxiao's joy. After putting the things away, she casually asked, "Do you know what that is? You look very happy."
Fang Mingxiao also replied quietly, "I have some guesses, but I'm not sure."
Jiang Yanqing nodded without asking any more questions. After all, this was still someone else's territory, where all kinds of people mixed together, so he had to be careful with his words.
The two were planning to continue looking around when Tang Lei, looking around, finally spotted them. He walked over with a colorful pen holder in his hand, held it up in front of them like a treasure and said, "Look, I found a treasure."
Jiang Yanqing didn't reach out to touch it. She glanced at it briefly before responding, "Qing Dynasty enamel?"
Tang Lei's eyes lit up and he nodded, "You're an expert. The seller even said this stuff came from the palace!"
Jiang Yanqing chuckled, "How much did you pay for it?"
Tang Lei stretched out his hand and gestured, "Twenty."
Jiang Yanqing waved her hand and said, "Keep it for fun, it's real."
As for why Jiang Yanqing has such a good understanding of antiques, it is also thanks to a history teacher in his previous life. He was very knowledgeable about antiques and because he had some friendship with Jiang Yanqing's father, he was entrusted to take care of Jiang Yanqing.
His wife liked Jiang Yanqing very much and often brought Jiang Yanqing home. His home had a large collection, ranging from bronzes to silver dollars from the Republic of China.
It can be said that Jiang Yanqing spent more time at his house than at her own home throughout high school, and as a result, her eyes became more trained.
It can also be said that Jiang Yanqing was lucky. The teacher had only one son who had been abroad for many years and had not returned. Finally, seeing that Jiang Yanqing had good talent, he had the intention of training Jiang Yanqing as his successor.
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