Yang Jing couldn't tell why that painting attracted his attention so much, but that strong sense of attraction made him want to walk over.
This feeling made Yang Jing frightened, since he was a child, he had never encountered such a feeling, that strong sense of attraction, as if well, as if something in his body was attracted by that painting.
"Huh?
Something in your body is attracted?
Yang Jing, who came back to his senses, immediately realized that what was really attracted by that painting did not seem to be himself, but the holy ring in his body!
Yang Jing immediately asked about the Holy Ring, but to Yang Jing's surprise, the Holy Ring, who had almost known everything about his own problems these days, had no movement at this time.
But Yang Jing, as the host of the Holy Ring, could clearly feel the Holy Ring's desire for that painting.
It's like a traveler who has been thirsty in the desert for five or six days, and suddenly sees the kind of longing that arises from an oasis Since getting the Holy Ring, the Holy Ring never seemed to have such a situation, which shocked Yang Jing.
At the same time, this unusual performance of the Holy Ring also made Yang Jing suddenly understand one thing, that is, since this picture scroll can strongly attract the Holy Ring, then it must be right to take it down!
As the so-called "there is a mistake in killing, I didn't let it go", isn't it just such a reason?
Although Yang Jing still has no way of knowing why this rather shabby-looking picture scroll has such a strong attraction to the Holy Ring, since this is the case, it is definitely right to take it down!
So Yang Jing didn't care about going back, and hurriedly ran a few steps, came to the middle-aged man who was cleaning up the stall, and said with a smile: "This big brother, can you clean up slowly?"
Let me take a look at that painting?
” The middle-aged man paused for a moment, looked at Yang Jing, looked at the sky again, and said with a little embarrassment: "Big brother, it's dawn this day, if I don't leave, there may be an administrator to arrest me in a while."
In these years, there is no difference between Jinling and Yanjing, and a few years after the great turmoil ended, the hearts of the common people are still very vigilant.
Especially these stall owners in the ghost market, if they don't pay attention, they may be caught, and then there is a great possibility that they will be caught by a big hat of speculation At this time, he was close to the painting, and Yang Jing could feel the desire for the holy ring more clearly.
Because the holy ring has been integrated with himself, even when he took Yang Jing to look at the painting, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, that look, an old pervert who had been holding back for twenty years saw a beautiful woman who was charming and scratching her head Fortunately, the middle-aged man continued to bow his head and clean up his stall after saying that, otherwise if he saw Yang Jing's appearance, he might have to be scared away immediately.
Yang Jing scratched his ears and cheeks and thought about it, seeing that the stall owner was about to clean up the stall, Yang Jing couldn't care about anything else, and said in a low voice: "This eldest brother, my grandfather's birthday next month, he likes ink landscape painting very much, so I want to give my grandfather a painting as a birthday gift when he celebrates his birthday."
I just saw that the scroll in your hand seems to be a landscape painting, so I'm just" Before Yang Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt Yang Jing's words, and said with a smile: "Big brother, this is not the place to talk, if you really want to, let's change places and continue talking."
Well, look over there, it looks like someone is coming, and I have to evacuate quickly. ” Yang Jing looked in the direction pointed by the stall owner, and by the faint light of the sky, he could vaguely see that a group of people seemed to be walking towards this side in the distance.
Although there is no urban management in this year, the public security at this time is even more powerful.
Don't forget, there is no complete ban on guns in China in these years, and the formal police in this era can patrol with guns, unlike in later generations, there is no major police mission, and the police are not allowed to be equipped with guns.
Yang Jing turned around and said, "Big brother, where are you going?"
I'll come with you. ” The middle-aged man nodded, got on the tricycle neatly, and pointed to the side gang of the three-wheeled back bucket and said, "You sit there, I'll take you away!"
” Yang Jing had the heart to say "no", but after thinking about it, the stall owner had already picked up everything on the tricycle, and it was covered with a dirty white cloth to cover up.
After thinking about it, Yang Jing did it on the side of the tricycle with one butt, and the middle-aged man was not ambiguous, and as soon as he exerted force on his legs, the tricycle suddenly started quickly.
Even if he pulled Yang Jing's more than 140 catties, the tricycle still ran very fast.
When the tricycle turned a corner and left Chaotiangong West Street, the middle-aged man who pedaled the tricycle turned his head and asked, "Brother, where are you?"
I don't hear you speak like a Jinling local. ” Yang Jingleng paused, and then smiled: "Big brother, I am from Jiangning County in the south, but my father has never come back since he went out as a soldier, and I have been living in Lu Province in the north. ” "Oh, I say, no wonder you have a hint of Lu Province in your accent."
After a pause, the middle-aged man smiled: "Let's say that we are just a bit opposite, my mother's family is from Lu Province, when the natural disaster occurred in the three years of 60, the family could not eat, and even my father starved to death, so my mother led me and my sister to flee here, and then my mother married my current father, and I stayed here."
Hey, it's been more than 20 years, and I was only a teenager when I came here with my mother."
Only then did Yang Jing understand that this "middle-aged man" who looked to be in his forties was now only in his thirties.
Yang Jing couldn't help but sigh a little, this era really can't be compared with later generations.
In later life, a man who was forty looked like thirty, and now it is the other way around In this day and age, the pressure of life is too great!
The eldest brother seemed to be quite willing to chat with people, and after saying what he said just now, he asked as if he remembered something: "I patronized and talked just now, and I haven't asked the eldest brother for your surname?"
” "Oh.
Free of noble words, my surname is Yang, the Yang of Poplar.
What about you, big brother?
” "My surname is Zhao, which is the surname of my stepfather.
Originally, my surname was Guo, but during the three-year famine, everyone in the family starved to death except for my mother, me and my sister, so after my mother remarried, I followed my stepfather's surname. ” As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders again and cursed, "This damn God!
” While the two were talking, this Brother Zhao pulled Yang Jing around in the small alley, and Yang Jing was almost blinded, and then stopped in front of a courtyard.
This is a very ordinary small courtyard in Jinling in the early eighties, this Brother Zhao got out of the car, opened the courtyard door, and directly pushed the three wheels in.
As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: "Mom, there are guests." ” With this voice, the screen door of the door was pushed open, and an old woman who looked to be almost sixty years old stepped out of it.
"Xiao Zheng is back?
Who is this?
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” "Mom, this is a little brother I met in the market, this Brother Yang wanted to buy our painting, but just in time for the market management to come, I brought Brother Yang to our house to talk.
Mom, my dad is getting better, isn't he?
” "Hey, your dad is still like that, now I'm waiting for you to make money and buy medicine."
Saying that, the old woman smiled at Yang Jing and said, "Young man, come, come into the house and sit, don't mind the chaos in the house." ” "Thank you, Auntie."
Yang Jing said politely, and followed the old woman into the house.
This house is a very ordinary bungalow north house, the light is on in the house, it is still bright, but there is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the house, it is obvious that there are patients in the house, and it should be not light.
Not long after entering the house, the big brother Zhao walked in with the scroll in his hand.
"Brother Yang, did you just want to ask about this painting?"
Yang Jing nodded, and was about to say something, when Brother Zhao said, "Let's go, let's look in the house, there is no place for this painting here." ” But as soon as he didn't want to say this, a weak voice sounded in the house: "Zhao Zheng, that painting can't be sold, it's an heirloom handed down by the ancestors of our old Zhao family." ” Zhao Zheng shook his head helplessly, gave Yang Jing a slightly calm expression, and then opened the door curtain and walked into the inner room, and after a while, Yang Jing clearly heard a quarrel coming from inside.
"Dad, what do you look like?
Why are you still clinging to that heirloom?
If you don't go to the hospital for treatment, there is a possibility that it will worsen. ” "If it gets worse, it will get worse, anyway, my old man won't live long, but that painting was handed down by the ancestors of our old Zhao family, and it can't be sold."
If it is sold, how will you let me go to my ancestors after I die!
” "Dad, you want to see our ancestors, so let's wait!
No matter how much that painting is an heirloom, it is not as important as your body.
When you sell this painting, you will have money to see a doctor, and you will definitely be able to live another thirty years, and when you are a hundred years old, you will see the ancestors of our old Zhao family. ” Zhao Zheng's mother obviously also heard the quarrel inside, smiled apologetically at Yang Jing, and also opened the door curtain and walked in, and then there was a voice of comfort inside.
"Lao Zhao, you just listen to Xiao Zheng.
It's just a painting, and if you lose my life, how will you let me live?
Let's listen to the small dispute this time, let's still focus on cure!
” Zhao Zheng also followed the persuasion, and after a while, the old voice stopped talking.
As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Zhao Zheng walked out of the inner room, smiled bitterly at Yang Jing, picked up the painting scroll that was a little thick, and walked to the other room, Yang Jing immediately got up and walked in