It seemed that she felt the warmth behind her, and the young woman was a little annoyed. She thought that this handsome guy was quite handsome, but she didn't expect that a silver wax gun head could be so fast. It was useless, and she looked back resentfully.
Take a look and want to vent your dissatisfaction.?
But when she turned around, she was frightened to lose her beauty. The handsome boy behind her had long since disappeared, and was replaced by a man with glasses who had a wretched face. He also showed a lustful and satisfied look on his face, and his smile was so beautiful.
As obscene as you are,
A scream came out of the young woman's throat. The bus driver's hands trembled and he almost tipped the car. Fortunately, he was experienced in driving and he turned the steering wheel fiercely and stepped on the brakes hard in the middle of a busy schedule, so it didn't cause a big accident.
disaster.
Even so, the bus still broke through the green belt and had to stop aside.
At this time, the young woman was like a crazy female leopard, stretching out her long and slender nails and clawing hard at the face of the man with glasses.
The bespectacled man didn't expect that the young woman who had been cooperative just now would suddenly get into trouble. The bespectacled man was caught off guard and was scratched by the young woman's bright red manicure nails, which made his face stained all over.
The man with glasses howled like a slaughtered pig.
"Pervert...I'll beat you to death if you dare to take advantage of me..."
In an instant, Ye Haoxuan finally understood what had happened, and secretly thought that this man was really so cowardly that he dared to do such a thing in broad daylight.
It's okay for you to take advantage of me, but you even unzip the zipper. Isn't this looking for death?
At this time, the dampness on the young woman's buttocks and the zipper that the bespectacled man had not yet had time to close had already made the bus passengers understand something. At that moment, several young people with a strong sense of justice stepped forward to take down the wretched man.
But the wretched man actually pulled out a dagger from his waist and said viciously: "I wonder which grandson dares to meddle in other people's business."
There has always been a man with a sense of justice in this world, but only within his own ability. Seeing the bright dagger in the bespectacled man's hand, the young men who stepped forward to meddle in their affairs immediately hesitated.
At this time, most of the passengers in the car saw this situation and hurriedly got out of the car. After a while, the young woman and the wretched man were left in the car, as well as Ye Haoxuan, who had not had time to get off the car.
Seeing the wretched man in front of her with the head of a deer and the eyes of a rat, the young woman turned red with anger. She was a germaphobe, but she was taken advantage of by such a wretched man with glasses. She wished she could not strangle the wretched man in front of her to death.
"Asshole, scum..." The young woman cursed all the vulgar words she could think of, and her sharp language made Ye Haoxuan feel ashamed.
The wretched man didn't expect that the young woman in front of him was still stubborn, and he scolded fiercely: "Slut, it's your blessing that I take advantage of you. Go and find out, what kind of person is my glasses brother?"
"You..." The young woman's face turned red with anger.
Ye Haoxuan on the other side couldn't stand it anymore, he shouted: "Hey, buddy..."
"What? You want to meddle in other people's business?" the wretched man shouted angrily.
Ye Haoxuan waved his hands and said, "Brother Glasses, right? How dare I meddle in your business?"
"As long as you know, you know the current situation, so get out of here." The man with glasses waved the dagger in his hand.
At this moment, Ye Haoxuan rushed forward, turned his right hand into a palm, and hit the bespectacled man on the wrist fiercely.
The man with glasses felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He howled and dropped the dagger in his hand to the ground. Ye Haoxuan twisted his arm and kicked him sideways. The man with glasses flew out of the bus lightly and hit the green belt.
Above the pines and cypresses.
The man with glasses screamed strangely. These pines and cypresses were covered with green thorns, which were itchy and painful after being stung. The man with glasses rolled down among them, and the feeling was obviously unpleasant.
At this time, several young men came forward and pushed him down on the spot.
Not long after, the police arrived at the scene, put the wretched man into the police car, and then several people followed him to record a statement. That was the end of it. Before leaving, Ye Haoxuan could clearly feel the resentful gaze of the young woman.
The dispute finally came to an end.
The bus now stops at Qingyuan Antique Street.
Although Ye Haoxuan had been studying in Qingyuan for several years, he had never been to this place before. He had nothing to do, so he wandered into the antique street.
It is now afternoon, and the antique street is not as lively as it was in the morning. There is an occasional street vendor, but there is not much business. The only storefronts on both sides of the street are all antique shops, and there are also jade shops.
At this time, a man dressed as a migrant worker hurriedly walked to a shop on the side.
The store was called Antique Shop, and Ye Haoxuan followed him in. The store was decorated in an antique style, giving people a sense of calm as soon as they entered.
The migrant worker hesitantly asked: "Boss, do we collect ancient paintings here?" He then took out a painting from the long package behind him.
The owner of the antique shop was very cunning and looked like a profiteer. He stepped forward and wanted to see the goods first.
The migrant worker nodded, took out the package behind him, opened it carefully, and then unfolded a painting on the counter.
Ye Haoxuan had never been exposed to antiques, and he stopped and looked at this ancient painting with interest.
The scroll is nearly one meter long and about forty centimeters wide when unfolded. The painting is a landscape painting with an ancient style, majestic and precipitous, with delicate brushwork, sparse layout, elegant and handsome style, and on the right side of the ancient painting
In the lower corner, a seal written in seal script is somewhat blurry.
The owner of the antique shop took a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully. He looked at the painting from head to toe, then looked at the signature and seal carefully, and pondered it carefully for a moment.
After a while, he put down the magnifying glass and said without interest: "Although the signature on the scroll is Gu Kaizhi, the painting style of this scroll seems to have been copied by later generations. The value of the collection is not great. Otherwise, if you come here,
Look elsewhere?"
"How is this possible? This was handed down from my ancestors...Boss, did you read it wrong?" The migrant worker was stunned and did not believe what the antique shop owner said.
The owner of the antique shop smiled and said, "Although Gu Kaizhi is famous, most of his works are fake. Your painting was copied by later generations. I think it is not easy for you to come all the way. Otherwise, I will give it to you."
An errand fee of one hundred yuan, what do you think?"
What the boss said is true. Most of Gu Kaizhi's paintings are fake, and even his teachers copied them, so it's hard to see the genuine ones.
Even so, the painting style of this copy is very close to that of Gu Kaizhi. Its painting skills are profound and it has some collection value. However, the antique world is deep in water, and the migrant worker seems a bit dull. Naturally, the boss wants to buy this painting at the minimum cost.
Take the painting.
"One hundred yuan? That's too little, aren't you? You're not lying to me, are you?" the migrant worker asked suspiciously.
After hearing these words of the migrant worker, the owner of the antique shop seemed to have been greatly insulted. He patted his chest and said: "Brother, you have a conscience, you can go and ask around, where is my antique shop? I always have a conscience.
Come on, you are a child, I see that it is not easy for you to come all the way, so I will give you some hard-earned money. If it were someone else, this broken calligraphy and painting would be too little to use as waste paper..."
