C1269 (1/2)
”You see, if there is anything that can come into your eyes, just open your mouth and explain it to you one by one.”
Ye Mo narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, ”so God?”
”Well, I'll do this business. If I don't have three or two inks, do you dare to nag you here?”
The skinny man's eyebrows were raised, and the light of self-confidence twinkled in his small eyes.
”Yes! That's what you said
”Please.”
Ye Mo, with a bad smile, picked up a very old coin with almost broken characters. He asked, ”what's the origin of this note?”
”Oh, it's really yours The skinny man immediately raised his thumb, full of praise in his eyes, looking at Ye Mo and praising him, ”one hand makes an extraordinary sound. You must be a big player in the field of Arts and games?”
”Come on, don't flatter! Tell me about it Ye Mo curled his mouth and waved his hand.
”No problem!” The thin man's small eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, gently breathed, and said slowly, ”this note has a history. I found it in an old family when I went to an ancient town in country C three years ago. It was buried underground at that time.”
”Oh?” Yemo puts on an interested look and asks, ”go on.”
”Well, I used to stay with the people, but I didn't expect that people would get excited that day, and then they would try to cut firewood faster than their strength. I fell behind and worried! Guess what
”I guess I can't guess.” Ye Mo smiles.
The skinny man suddenly opened his small eyes and waved his hands with flying eyebrows. His mouth also imitated the voice: ”cross wipe! When I go down with such an axe, the dry soil chaps instantly! Don't look at my small eyes. I was born with sharp eyes. All of a sudden, I saw the strange things under the soil. It was this paper money
”And then?” Ye Mo squats down, holds his knee and laughs.
”Sit down first!” The skinny man flattered him. He took out a small wooden chair and put it on Yemo's buttocks. Then he said with a smile, ”I pretended to fall down, and with my hands in the soil, I pulled out the paper money and put it in my pocket. I didn't make any money. Do you think so?”
”Come on, stop talking to me! Say it Ye Mo waved his hands and said impatiently.
”Good, good.” The skinny man touched his mouth and said happily, ”I inquired with the elderly people in the local area. Then I knew that there was one person living in this house 50 or 60 years ago! Guess who it is
”Who?” Ye Mo frowned and asked.
”Sun Dongming, one of the famous writers and playwrights in our literary and entertainment circles, is a hermit literary and playwright who does not show his mountain or dew, sun Dongming!”
The skinny man said, showing a mysterious expression of worship, full of awe, slightly raised his head to look at the sky.
”I don't know.”
”You don't know sun Dongming? That's a little bit backward. In recent years, it's very popular in the field of literature and games! ” The skinny man turned his mouth and said, ”I'll tell you. Later, I heard that Mr. Sun Dongming was going abroad for an inspection tour. He got sick by accident. He died in a foreign land and left his literary activities in a foreign land.”
”Oh? According to you, it's pretty good? ” Ye Mo squinted and joked, ”then why don't you take it to the auction house and set up a stall here?”