Many of my friends have impure thoughts, are they thinking wrongly?
What Ye Zi thrust into my hand was a key.
"What is this? Where is the key?" I asked her.
Seeing that his father hadn't come in yet, Zi Zi lay down and whispered in my ear: "There is a house to the north of the reservoir. It was an observatory that was abandoned in the early years. I changed the locks. I used to sleep there when I didn't go home at night."
"Then why did you give me this key?" I asked.
Ye Zi said bluntly: "I don't want you to watch the imperial film. Let's go to the dark room and I will make you feel more comfortable."
After hearing this, I looked at her face from left to right.
"What, there's something on my face?"
I shook my head: "No, why are you so direct? How many boyfriends have you had before?"
She shook her head, "We only talked about one, it was back in school."
It can be seen from this incident that Ye Zi has ambitions in her heart. She definitely doesn't like me as a person.
I was in Xiaoqiang's Internet cafe last night, and she found out today. This means that she specifically asked someone behind the scenes... Among the people surfing the Internet in the Internet cafe, there are her spies.
She is worried that I will lie to her, that I will give her less money, or that I will take the things and run away. If something happens to me, she subconsciously believes that this risk can be reduced.
When I was traveling around the world, my boss once warned me "four more and four less".
The last tip is to touch less women. Some rural girls may look innocent on the outside, but in fact they have many tricks. You may be trapped if you are not careful.
It can be expected that if I went to the dark room with Ye Zi at night and something happened if I couldn't help it, I would never be able to get rid of it in my life.
Nothing in the world is that good, and you have to pay the price for being comfortable.
The word "sex" is like a knife to the head. If a man wants to stay rational, it only needs one word.
"Tolerate."
I put the key on the table and said, "If you have something to do tonight, Mr. Song asked me to come over and help. Let's talk about it next time."
Ye Zi was stunned, looked at him suspiciously and said, "Xiang Feng, how can you be so patient?"
I smiled and remained silent on the surface, but in my heart I said to her: "You made a mistake in trying to wrap your neck around my neck. Do you think you are a peerless beauty? I have seen several people who are prettier and have better figures than you."
Yes, I have seen strong winds and waves, but you are still a little green."
That afternoon, Ye Zi called someone on the phone, the man named Donglei who was shoveling the land.
This man is in his early thirties, has dark skin, rides a Suzuki motorcycle that burns oil, smokes constantly, and always has a small black leather bag slung across his body.
"I heard that your family has something to sell? Let's take a look. What is it?"
I brought one over.
The man squatted on the ground and fiddled with it for a long time. Seeing this, Ye Zi asked nervously: "How about Brother Donglei? This is a serious antique, passed down from our family."
The man stood up and threw away the cigarette butt and said: "Yes, it's an old thing. This is a jar used for pickling in the Qing Dynasty. Look at the lid. There are traces here. This is because when pickling the pickles in the past, they were afraid of not sealing it well, so they pressed it with stones.
There are traces of it coming out.”
I was watching from the sidelines and almost told you to get out of here. It’s from the Qing Dynasty. This is obviously a large white-glazed jar from Guangzhi Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is a serious ancient porcelain with a high kiln mouth. How did it get into your mouth?
A jar of pickles.
"No way, Brother Donglei, take a closer look. This shouldn't be the pickle used in the Qing Dynasty, right?" Ye Zi frowned and said.
"That's right, it's just a pickle jar. I've collected hundreds of these. But you're good with the leaves. You see, there are flowers on it and a cover. It's rare. Is this the only one you have?"
Ye Zi glanced at me and saw that I was silent with a dark face. She nodded and said, "This is the one, Brother Donglei. Since you said we don't see each other often, how much can you give me?"
"Um....."
The middle-aged man lit another cigarette, thought for a while and said directly: "Well, it's rare to have a cover. I'll give you a high price, 260 yuan."
