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Name:The Strange Memoir Author:
According to what Zhao Qijiu said, I just sit in my own shop all day long. My entire being gives off the feeling of being on the verge of decay. Just like an old man in the setting sun, he was unreasonably calm and lacked the liveliness and vigor of a young person.

In fact, it wasn't just him who said that my father and mother had communicated with me about this. They were actually worried that I would suffer from autism. I just don't like to jump too far. I just want to focus on cultivating, while I cultivate to calm my breathing. I train to be able to calm my mind and body.

Zhao QIu scoffed at my words, but I was too lazy to explain. As for my parents, it was naturally impossible for me to say such words to them. It was only after making countless promises did they reluctantly agree to have me stay in the shop all day long. However, they still muttered that they would definitely give me a marriage, saying that it was for a man to get married first and start a family later.

Actually, I am even more helpless than Zhao QIu on this matter. Don't look at how free and easy I told him, and don't care about how deep my thoughts are. Right now, I am just worrying about how I can avoid that blind date in four days.

Mother didn't show up, she only sent me a message, which was naturally for fear that I would pester her to reject this blind date. I've done this more than once, and she's probably on guard against me now.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't find a way to push it off. Helplessly, I decided to just go and meet up with the lady in private.

Ye Zichen chucked this matter to the side, and a customer came in again. What surprised me for the next two days was that the business of my shop was several times better than usual. This matter made me secretly feel uneasy. Could it be that he had unknowingly hugged the God of Fortune's thigh? However, I have never respected the God of Fortune before, so I can't be considered his disciple. This was truly strange.

If you can't figure it out, then throw it away and stop thinking about it. This is my usual style. Zhao QIu once said that this was a classic ostrich style. If a storm came and buried its head in the sand, would it still be like a storm? I thought that his example was still not accurate enough. After all, I wasn't as helpless as an ostrich in the face of a storm.

Thinking about some trivial things, I fiddled with the somewhat dilapidated, little, illusory and hollow porcelain piece in my hand. I finally confirmed that this was indeed something from the Ming Dynasty, the last generation of the illusory and hollowed-out dynasty. Ever since then, there hasn't been another such strange and hollow existence.

The strangeness of the illusory sky couldn't be displayed on this little porcelain piece. There were too many points of intersection on this piece that made it difficult to find the overall arrangement. Occasionally, when he looked at it, he would see a deep carving in his spirit, but when he tried to look at it again, he could not find that strange beauty.

I feel that it's a little bit of a pity. If the porcelain that this porcelain piece belongs to hadn't been broken, and could be obtained by me in its entirety, I believe that it would have definitely stirred up a fierce storm in the Antique.

This kind of illusory hollow that had never appeared since the Ming Dynasty was probably more precious than the three colors of the Tang Dynasty. Tang San Cai's special glazing techniques, and this illusory void in the drawing of lines. In terms of technique, there are thousands of them. In terms of the number of people in the world, I'm guessing that the two shouldn't be too different.

With something pressing on his head, time passed by really quickly. On the fourth day, I looked at the calendar on my desk and felt a little taken aback. After briefly thinking about what would happen next, he closed the door of the restaurant and brought the little guy to the considered a good restaurant in Weicheng.

On the way, the little guy made his way into the limelight, attracting a large number of curious gazes as he walked past. Many people have never seen a wild boar before, many people have never seen such a small boar, and even more so the weird-looking wild boar standing on my shoulder with its front hooves raised.

Lil Thing did not avoid strangers along the way. Sometimes, when a woman approached it, it would wave its hooves shamelessly, as if greeting people. Its actions attracted more people's attention, especially the ladies. Youngsters, youths, middle-aged elderly, I have a good experience of the feeling of a giant panda on the streets.

Some people even went up to stop me, asking me if this pig was a variation of the Dutch pig, asking me where I could get her to buy one, and even asking me if I wanted to sell this little wild boar on my shoulder.

It was already hot in the summer, but after being made even hotter by this, I rushed out of the crowd in a sorry state. I did not care about the little thing humming a protest as I directly grabbed it and used the lowest possible method to get to this restaurant named 'Hong Tai'. I have heard the name of the restaurant's owner, Li Hongtai, is a famous celebrity in Weicheng.

"Why did you just arrive at the bridge? The girl has been waiting for a long time. " The moment I walked in, my mother immediately welcomed me. I didn't even have the time to explain before she pulled me directly to the private room on the second floor.

Although it was called a private room, it was only a separate dining area with two extra walls. It was a simple round table chair with an electric fan hanging from its head. No matter what, people just felt that it was not as comfortable as eating at home.

At this time, at the round table in the private room, his father was accompanying a group of couples. Beside the couple sat a woman with an exquisite appearance and a dignified, refined, and refined manner. Listening to the elder's question, the elder's reply was also very polite, without the slightest hint of politeness.

At first glance, she gave off a very good feeling. She was gentle and gentle, with delicate features. From the looks of it, she had quite a good figure. She was definitely a good daughter-in-law in the hearts of countless elders, a perfect match for a man.

"Dad, I'm here. Hello, uncles and aunties!" Opening the curtain, I said hello to my elders, then let my mother sit across from the woman. She looked up at me, then quickly lowered her eyes so that I could no longer see her gaze.

My father nodded. He should be very satisfied with my performance. He was not shy and polite, but more importantly, he also looks like a talent. He is a typical Chinese man. He had an air of elegance, and a face that matched this elegance.

"This is your Uncle Song, Aunt Zhang." My father introduced me, and I got up again to say hello. They were polite, too, and I could tell they were a very well-bred family.

As soon as I arrived, everyone gathered. Mother went out to say hello, and the waiters brought the dishes to me one by one. The food here was very solid. There was nothing gaudy about it; it was enough to fill a person's stomach. The Weicheng was not big, so it was common for restaurants in small places like this to attract customers by offering benefits.

He did not drink any alcohol. Instead, he drank a yellow orange juice drink that had just begun to become popular in the market. He poured it into a transparent glass cup and drank it, giving him a very foreign feeling.

I was asked a few questions, and when I heard that I was running my own antique shop, the woman sitting across from me gave me a surprised look, then lowered her eyes and put on a nonchalant expression.

When I noticed this scene, I secretly regretted why I had said the truth. What if the lady really thinks that I am an outstanding person? It would be hurtful to say so in private. However, things have already gotten to this point. I could only brace myself and continue to answer. It was just that they didn't notice that I added a perfunctory element to it later on.

"Little Zheng, this kid is not bad. He can make people feel at ease watching him." I feel that Zhang's mother is a bit like mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law. Her heart is even more restless, as if she is sitting on pins and needles. I was looking forward to see if Father Song would have a higher opinion of me, so don't expect too much from me, but he obviously didn't give me what I wanted. My luck has been too good these few days, he actually agreed with me and acknowledged his woman's opinion.

I cried out in my heart. At this moment, the little thing that I stuffed into my pocket before entering the restaurant, wriggled its body and snorted twice. No matter how I looked at it, it sounded a little proud of itself.

"Little Bridge, what was that sound just now?" My mother sat beside me and looked at me in surprise.

"Ugh …" "Nothing, nothing …" I stammered to get out of the way. Only the heavens knew how much of a favorable impression they would have if this little thing were to appear here.

"Heh heh!" "Humph!" I heard two sounds coming from my pocket. I quickly covered it with my hands. I really wanted to find a box of needle and thread to sew the little thing's mouth shut. What is nothing? What was hidden? Take it out, mom. " My mother's curiosity was piqued. No matter what, I couldn't hide it anymore.

With a bitter face, he took out the little thing from his pocket. It immediately broke out in joy and immediately stood up with its two front hooves on the table. Then … He wiggled his butt. Just as I expected, Zhang Ma, mom, and the girl across from me were all attracted by this little thing. It looked like they all wanted to hug it tightly and play with it. Even Father Song and Father Song had expressions of interest in their eyes.

At this moment, I really wanted to die, the wild boar had missed me! Who would have thought that a ferocious wild boar could be so adorable, acting so cute? Once the love of a woman was overflowing, it would stop. All of her attention was focused on the little thing.

"I didn't realize that Little Zheng still liked little animals so much." "Usually, people who like this kind of pet will have a lot of love for it. I say, Sister Luo, I feel more at ease now." Zhang Ma held my mother's hand like a close friend, but the words that came out of her mouth made my heart flutter. What and what is this, a pig can see my love? There was no justice.

Mother finally thought of me as her son, but it was better not to think of me. She was not like the other mothers. Other mothers would be humble and polite when others praised their sons, saying things like "how good". However, my mother was different. She seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't be able to find a wife. When she praised me, she was even more certain than her mother.

I have been utterly defeated. The matter of Chen Sesame Seed had been dug up by my mother.