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October Temple NO.259

"Everyone is welcome to come and identify it, and help Shao take a look at the condition of the wool. We will start to unravel the stone in half an hour."

Obviously, Yang Shao was very particular about this piece of wool. He was obviously sure that it contained imperial green, and he had spent a lot of money on it.

Seeing the excited crowd, Yang Shao was very satisfied, and the jade he fired was sure to shock the audience. He originally wanted to have the finale, but this time he could only mobilize the atmosphere.

"Zijie, you...are you Zijie?!"

Holding the wine glass, he turned to Yang Zijie's side and suddenly became very excited. He grabbed Yang Zijie's hand.

Shaoyang was as excited as a person walking in the desert who sees an oasis in despair.

"Who are you!"

Yang Zijie looked at the middle-aged man who was three-thirds similar to himself, and something strange arose in his heart, with a touch of bitterness and a hint of excitement. What is his relationship with him?

"I am your uncle! My poor child!"

Yang Shao's eyes were filled with tears. He was choked and hoarse, and he held Yang Zijie's hand tightly.

"uncle?"

Yang Zijie took a step back. Although he felt familiar, they were still strangers. He took out his hand, very confused.

"Mr. Yang, where is Zijie's father?"

Leng Yueyue patted Yang Zijie's shoulder and looked at Yang Shao with cool eyes, full of inquiry.

Yang Shao was shocked in his heart. The aura of the young man in front of him actually made him tremble a little. He swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but take a step back... Although there was no trace, it was clearly visible in Leng October's eyes.

"Big brother... Big brother passed away a year ago!"

Yang Shao suddenly felt joyful and sad, and became as decadent as if he had aged instantly, covering up the shock in his heart. He wiped the corners of his eyes and sighed!

There was a bitterness in Yang Zijie's heart, as if there was a corner missing in his heart. He once thought that he didn't care, but he didn't expect that it was just buried deep in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't care, but that he just ignored it.

"Hey, can you solve the stone problem?"

People who have seen through the wool are anxious when they see that the time has come and no one has come out yet!

Yang Shao wiped away the sadness on his face and raised a smile.

"Everyone is welcome to come and identify it, and help Shao take a look at the condition of the wool. We will start unraveling the stone in half an hour."

Obviously, Yang Shao was very particular about this piece of wool. He was obviously sure that it contained imperial green, and he had spent a lot of money on it.

Seeing the excited crowd, Yang Shao was very satisfied, and the jade he fired was sure to shock the audience. He originally wanted to have the finale, but this time he could only mobilize the atmosphere.

"Zijie, you...are you Zijie?!"

Holding the wine glass, he turned to Yang Zijie's side and suddenly became very excited. He grabbed Yang Zijie's hand.

Shaoyang was as excited as a person walking in the desert who sees an oasis in despair.

"Who are you!"

Yang Zijie looked at the middle-aged man who was three-thirds similar to himself, and something strange arose in his heart, with a touch of bitterness and a hint of excitement. What is his relationship with him?

"I am your uncle! My poor child!"

Yang Shao's eyes were filled with tears. He was choked and hoarse, and he held Yang Zijie's hand tightly.

"uncle?"

Yang Zijie took a step back. Although he felt familiar, they were still strangers. He took out his hand, very confused.

"Mr. Yang, where is Zijie's father?"

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