Chapter 55 I can hear antiques talking

Xiao Ran didn't know how he returned to Baorongzhai with his second uncle, and he was confused all the way.

He tried hard to recall what happened when he was a child, but his mind was covered with a layer of fog, and it was like a high wall that blocked his thoughts.

He called Ya Jiushi several times, but heard no response.

The second uncle carefully checked the porcelain he brought back and said to him: "Xiao Jin is a little insightful, and the price is estimated to be similar. If the celadon bowl he took was given to you more than 400,000 yuan, this person can hand over it. As for those Chinese porcelains, let's keep them first and talk about them later."

Xiao Ran gave the handwritten book and letter to his second uncle again. The second uncle read the letter quickly, but held the handwritten book full of symbols and read it carefully.

"Uncle Second, do you understand?" Xiao Ran asked.

The second uncle turned his head and looked at him steadily, saying, "I just looked familiar, I thought you understood."

Xiao Ran widened his eyes: "What does it mean?"

The second uncle's eyes were a little complicated in an instant, with sympathy, loving and a bit of joke in his eyes. He touched Xiao Ran's head: "You have not recovered your head yet, so why did you make the second uncle dumb that moment just now? Let's do this, you will probably remember it if you go back to your old house."

Old house? Xiao Ran was confused. He didn't have the courage to ask his second uncle again.

"well……"

The second uncle sighed with a wry smile and said, "Forget it, you are still dodging Dou'er, why aren't you lost in Dou'er?"

The second uncle called Xiao Ran to get on his dusty 212 and drove all the way downstairs of an old tube in the north of the city.

A familiar feeling surged into his heart. He vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he had been in and out of here again and again, sometimes with his parents, sometimes himself. From elementary school to middle school, he traveled back and forth between here and school at two o'clock every day.

But this memory is not very clear, and he still can't remember many details.

The second uncle took him all the way to the third floor, and walked to the door of a house with red marks of couplets vaguely on both sides of the door and the door frame, and a poster with the mark of the times was also posted on the door.

"Your family has lived here for many years until your dad has divided the new house. It's almost demolished..."

The second uncle took out a string of old keys, identified them, and took out a brass key that looked very thin and opened the door.

There are also some old furniture inside the house, a large double bed, a small single bed, two wardrobes and an old desk, and a few dusted cardboard boxes placed in the middle of the room.

"These are basically your things. If you want to keep a memorial, just move them back."

Xiao Ran opened a cardboard box, which was filled with slingshots, sandbags, joints, and some comic strips of villain books.

In a few years, some people will collect these villain books specifically.

He opened another cardboard box, which contained books, cloth school bags and some file bags.

It seems that they are all written things. At the suggestion of the second uncle, he moved these things to the car.

When he returned to Baorong's house, the second uncle said that he remembered some things to do, so he put down all the cardboard boxes and left first, indicating that he would come back tomorrow.

Xiao Ran asked Liu Shengli to help move the cardboard box to the reception room, closed the door and searched carefully.

He found a shabby diary in the pile of notebooks, with the word "Xiao Ran" written on it.

It seems that this diary was written roughly in elementary school. He shook the ashes and carefully opened the already crispy yellow paper.

The first thing that caught my eye was that the bottle brought back by my father on a certain year, month and day, and the bottle only kept saying when he was born, and would not answer anything when he asked it, which was very noisy.

Xiao Ran felt his scalp numb in an instant. With the help of Ya Jiushi, the first time he heard those antique porcelain bottles speak, was that they repeated their dates of birth again and again.

He quickly flipped back, and the content was similar, basically recording that he heard something talking, but the location was different, sometimes at home, sometimes at dad's school, and sometimes even on the side of a road in a corner.

The diary is only about twenty pages, and almost half of the book is torn off. Xiao Ran was so shocked that he could not express his feelings. Did he see Ya Jiuwu when he was young?

No, although he can't remember many things, as long as he has met someone or something, he will definitely remember it as soon as he comes into contact with it, even if the impression is a bit blurry.

Not to mention, is it an almost intelligent object like Ya Jiushi?

Therefore, he definitely didn't see Ya Jiushi when he was a child.

Recalling the words Ya Jiushi said to him on the first night, and even while he was sleeping, he suddenly fell into great suspicion.

If you could have heard these antiquities speak, what exactly is the yarrow Jiuwu?

A sense of humiliation arose from his heart. He thrust his chest a few times, calling out to Ya Jiuwu in his heart, but there was still no reply.

Could it be that from the beginning, Ya Jiuwu couldn't speak?

He rushed to the bedroom door, but heard a noise. He pushed the door and entered, and the noise came to an abrupt end.

"Yar Jiuwu! I heard you speak! Get out of here!"

After a few seconds of silence, a leisurely voice came from the bed: "You are back!"

Xiao Ran rushed to the edge of the bed and saw the pendant of Ya Jiuwu hanging on the head of the bed. The sound came from here.

No wonder he didn't respond to the call today. He remembered that he had sprinkled a bowl of bean juice, but he didn't protest. It turned out that the old boy had actually hid back to his body.

"Tell me a solid thing! What are you? Aren't you a golden finger?!" Xiao Ran almost shouted loudly.

Yu Jiushi changed into a serious tone and said, "I have wanted to talk to you about this matter for a long time. I have always wondered, what is the golden finger you are talking about?"

"Aren't you in my mind every day? Do you don't know? The golden finger is just cheating, just cheating, and I'm just a god with this thing! Do you understand?"

"A good person is relieved, your heart is too hot..."

After saying the Yin-Yang Mirror, he began to recite the Qingxin Mantra, and Xiao Ran's emotions became much more stable.

"If you mean that I can make you a god, then I am really not what you said about gold fingers..." said Yu Jiushi.

Feeling that Xiao Ran's anger was about to rise again, Yin and Yang Mirror quickly said, "A good person said you are, then you are..."

"What kind of gold fingers and silver fingers! Come and chop my fingers with me, it's definitely interesting!" Guan Shandao also quarreled.

"Shut up! Ya Jiuwu, tell me!" Xiao Ran said.

"First of all, think about it yourself. If you think you can hear me, I have some skills to help you improve, that is, the golden fingers of Luo Shizi, the stinky Taoist priest and the crazy knife, are they also golden fingers? I don't have the ability of them."

Xiao Ran was speechless for a moment. If he could hear the ancients speak, he had really had the ability to speak since he was a child, then Yu Jiuwu was not the key to opening a certain door for him.

Ya Jiuwu, Yin-Yang Mirror, Guan Shan Knife, and like Fatty's jade pendant, they are just some kind of antique with special abilities. In the words of Ya Jiuwu, they are magical tools.

Therefore, he had no golden fingers at all. Even if there was, it was not Ya Jiushi, but himself!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!