Uncle Li looked like he was about to leave.
This was something Zhao Nianhui had not expected, and Ye Xiaoyue looked confused.
Song Bowen on the other side also felt a little guilty. He thought about waiting a little longer before taking out the silver needle.
After all, he and Uncle Li have been classmates for many years.
It's not so bad that people can't even take a look at it.
What's more, there is A-Lian at home.
I cannot bear to look at the Buddha’s face as a monk.
He would do it more or less for Aunt Li's sake.
Otherwise, who knows how this old guy would throw dirty water on him when he returns.
Song Bowen just wanted to keep the secret.
Can something that is casually shown to others be called an heirloom?
Who knew that old guy would be so disrespectful.
If we didn't stop him, he would walk out the door.
The stool under my butt feels like it has thorns.
Finally, when he saw the backs of several people leaving, Song Bowen stood up and chased after them.
"Hey, wait, I'll show you, isn't that okay?"
I just ran out breathlessly and saw Uncle Li’s smirking expression.
It turned out that they had no intention of leaving at all.
He had been waiting in the big yard of Song Bowen's house.
Uncle Li knows his temper very well.
After talking for less than a minute, he was asked to leave.
Sure enough, after just a dozen seconds, Song Bowen inside could no longer sit still.
Song Bowen had no idea that he had been tricked.
The expression on his face was both angry and helpless.
Everyone says that his Uncle Li is an honest and kind man.
But he let the shrewd Song Bowen suffer at his hands.
"Hey, let's all go in. What are you still standing there for? Standing still?"
Uncle Li smiled and pushed people into the living room one by one.
From the beginning he had no intention of taking anyone away.
Although it may not necessarily help Zhao Nianhui get the silver needle.
But looking at him, he thought he still had the face to do so.
"Oh, you old man, you really make me convinced from the bottom of my heart. Your temper hasn't changed at all since then."
He seems to be honest and experienced, but he also has his own little tricks.
Especially when it comes to certain things, she is extremely persistent, which even he has to admire.
If it weren't for Uncle Li's advantage back then, A-Lian would not have chosen him in the end.
Those were all past events. Song Bowen shook his head and stopped thinking about them.
"Just wait, little brats."
He took out an antique box from the house.
The box was covered with a thick layer of dust and looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
This made several people who were originally full of expectations look disappointed.
No matter how you look at it, what was in that small box didn't look like a family heirloom.
Perhaps it was because he could see the doubt on their faces.
Song Bowen chuckled, "Hey, what's with that look on your face? Haven't you heard that the most dangerous place is the safest place? This thing has been under my bed for decades, and it has never been stolen."
As he spoke, he prepared to put the dirty box away.
Zhao Nianhui stepped forward in time and said in an apologetic tone, "Dean Song, no, I came here sincerely."
The sincerity in her eyes did not seem fake, and Song Bowen was silent for a moment.
Let Xiaohu go over and blow the dust off the box.
"Puff, cough, cough, cough."
A thick layer of dust was blown away, revealing the true appearance of the box.
The box looked to be about the size of a palm, long and thin, and I didn't know what wood it was made of.
It is engraved with patterns of lotus and auspicious clouds, exuding a rich ancient charm.
"This box is made of the finest rosewood." Ye Xiaoyue exclaimed.
A piece of fine rosewood is very expensive.
I had the good fortune to see this thing once when I was at home.
Although it was not from her family, it appeared in the hands of an old man who loved collecting.
I never thought that I could find such a piece of high-quality rosewood in this remote area.
Song Bowen gave him an admiring look, "Not bad, you know what's good, but the more valuable thing is this thing inside!"
After whetting everyone's appetite, he slowly opened the box.
Unlike the dirty boxes in the collection, the contents were carefully preserved.
On the orange-yellow velvet cloth lay rows of silvery-white objects.
The whole device is small and light, and the needle body is slender.
The needle tip flashed brightly.
From the first moment she saw the silver needle, Zhao Nianhui couldn't take her eyes away.
At this moment, she seemed to have seen her most beloved treasure.
In fact, this is true.
A pair of handy silver needles is very important.
The silver needles in this box are really a rare treasure.
Although other people don't know whether silver needles are good or bad.
Just by looking at Zhao Nianhui's expression, one could tell how precious the silver needle was.
Uncle Li became even more determined to help Zhao Nianhui win its heart.
"Old Song, just name your price! We want it no matter how much it is."
Such words made Song Bowen look unhappy.
With a snap.
He closed the box heavily.
He held the wooden box tightly in his arms.
"I won't sell it to anyone!" Song Bowen said angrily.
No matter what he did, he would never sell even the family heirloom.
Over the years, many people have fallen in love with silver needles here.
No matter how high the price they offered, Song Bowen would refuse it flatly.
I'm bringing it out today just for the sake of our old friend.
I didn't expect that he actually wanted to buy his heirloom.
"Dean Song, I really want this silver needle. You know, I studied Chinese medicine. This silver needle is equivalent to a gun in the hands of a soldier. People like it when they see it. Which soldier doesn't want to have a handy gun?"
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