"Haha, Brother Xiaoliang, this is worthless, it's just a rotten bookshelf, forget it for me. Liu Laogen was still pleading with a shy face.

"Cut! You treat me as an idiot! This looks like an antique from some years, and I can't afford to buy it for you, so you better stop grinding and go quickly!" Liang said impatiently, continuing to study his bookshelf.

Jin Qiaoqiao also came over to observe curiously.

Liu Laogen finally gave up, and left very unwillingly, and took away a few rare edition books when he left.

"Do you see the origin of the bookshelf?" Jin Qiaoqiao looked at it for a long time, but didn't see anything, but it felt a little similar to the furniture in his grandfather's room, and asked Liang Yong curiously.

"I don't see it either, but it's definitely good. Liang said with a smile on his face, with a look of picking up a treasure. Continuing to ponder on the shelves, I also began to move the shelves and look at the back of the bookshelf.

"Hmph, I don't know how to pretend to understand. Jin Qiaoqiao waited impatiently and scolded coquettishly.

"Qiaoqiao, wait a while, I'll take a look first, and let Wang Mazi come over in the afternoon to identify it, and he can see it." Liang Yong went to move another bookshelf, which was also not light.

"Also, you also associate with that kind of person just now, the whole treacherous villain, and that pile of waste paper can be sold for six or seven hundred at any recycling station. Jin Qiaoqiao thought of Liu Laogen's nasty appearance and complained in a blink of an eye. Thinking about how Liang Yong could deal with such a person, listening to their conversation, it seemed that the friendship was not shallow.

Liang Yong stopped what he was doing, sighed and said, "Liu Laogen is not having a good time. His wife was in a car accident more than ten years ago, and the person was crushed on the spot, and the vehicle that caused the accident escaped again. When the person was sent to the hospital, the doctor directly issued a critical illness notice, saying that the person could not be saved, and everyone felt that there was no hope. But Liu Laogen insisted on saving him, knelt down and kowtowed to the doctor on the spot, saying that no matter how much money he spended, he would save his wife, and he would save whatever he could.

The hospital was saved, and he had seven or eight surgeries and stayed in the hospital for two years, spending a total of more than 400,000 yuan. In the end, the person came back to life, but he was demented, and he collapsed on the bed without his legs. After another five or six years of physical therapy, he gradually recovered. Speaking of this, Liang Yong stopped, listening to the sound of tatters gradually moving away downstairs.

"What happened later?" Jin Qiaoqiao was also brought into the mood and asked with concern.

Liu Laogen was originally a small boss, running a good hardware store, in order to treat his wife, even the store was sold, and he borrowed more than 200,000 debts, which was an astronomical amount more than ten years ago. And in the future, he not only has to make money to pay off his debts, but also has to support his family and take care of his wife in the hospital bed. It's not easy to survive by collecting rags. Liang Yong shook his head and continued.

"I know that, I just gave him the waste paper. Jin Qiaoqiao glanced at Liang reproachfully.

"You are wrong again, don't look at him as a profiteer, but he is the most righteous face. He never accepted everyone's gifts, and the high debts he owed for treatment have been repaid almost all these years. If I really want to give it to him for nothing, he will never ask for it. Speaking of this, Liang Yong laughed.

"This guy sounds good. Jin Qiaoqiao had a sense of awe, thinking back to Liu Laogen, he felt that he was not so annoying, on the contrary, he was very respectable, and he also had more appreciation for Liang Yong.

"Hehe, he's good, but I'm better than him. Liang smiled weirdly and began to move the bookshelves again.

"Hello, it would be nice if you had half of his dedication!" Jin Qiaoqiao couldn't see Liang Yong's sassy appearance, and grabbed a sentence.

"Who said I wasn't inattentive. Qiaoqiao, I just have a deep love for you!" Liang Yong had that signature evil smile on his face again, and his eyes looked at Jin Qiaoqiao with a lustful pig brother.

Suddenly, something black fell from the top of the bookshelf, right on his head.

"Ouch, who hit me? Why did you smash me? Liang Yong was smashed and sat on the ground, the thing not only hurt people, but also full of dust, enough half a catty of ash to dye Liang Yong's head and face to earth gray, and he couldn't open his eyes and screamed.

"Hehe, the wicked have their own evil retribution, this is God punishing you. Jin Qiaoqiao smiled happily when she saw him like this.

Laughing and laughing, he still ran over to get a towel to help him wipe his eyes.

"Qiaoqiao, you are so good to me. Would you please be my girlfriend?" Liang burst into tears of gratitude in an instant, (dust into his eyes!) full of sincere requests.

The heart is even more crooked: "Hehe, it's so comfortable! Qiaoqiao's arms are so soft, and the little hands are more gentle and amiable." You see how carefully you wipe my eyes. Oh my God, I accidentally bumped into her, it's so bouncy!"

"Hmph, you all have Sister Lexuan and Sister Yu'er, how can you pretend to be a girlfriend. Jin Qiaoqiao's face showed a happy luster, but there was no meaning of forgiveness on his lips, and the words he said were sour.

"You said that they are sisters and sisters, and only you are my girlfriend! Qiaoqiao, let me kiss it, okay?" Liang Yong actually knows how to be coquettish, which makes people fall to the ground with muscle bumps.

"I hate it, ignore you! I always want to take advantage of others. Jin Qiaoqiao pushed the stinky mouth away and ran to the side.

Kicking something under your feet, rattling.

"Damn, this thing just hit me, and now it's in my way with my cute and clever way. Liang Yong saw clearly that it was a quaint wooden box, picked it up from the ground and slapped it vigorously.

If you don't slap it hard, there is still a layer of dust left on it!

When they opened the wooden box, they were dumbfounded......

"So much money! Qiaoqiao, can you calculate how much?" Liang Yongcai asked with stupid straight eyes.

"There's the dollar, but also the Australian dollar, the euro, the pound...... If you can calculate it for a while, it will be calculated according to a stack of 10,000, and it will cost hundreds of thousands to convert it into RMB!" Jin Qiaoqiao took out the stacks of colorful banknotes in the box, and found that there was a delicate jewelry box under the box. Jewels, full of pearls, gemstones, gold, silver and jade, no less than dozens of pieces.

"There are also a few letters here. Liang Yong said as he picked up the yellowed kraft envelope at the bottom of the paper.

"Dear Lu Chengshou!"

"Dear Xie Lingshu!"

……

This is a love letter written by Uncle Lu and Aunt Xie when they were young. Liang said, pulling out an old black-and-white photograph in an envelope. The young men and women with bright smiles on it can still see the shadows of Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu.

"It's strange, Uncle Lu has such a valuable item, so he will throw it on the top of the bookshelf at will. Forgot to take it with you when you left?" Jin Qiaoqiao said with some surprise.

"Since Aunt Xie passed away a few years ago, Uncle Lu has been mentally depressed for a period of time, and he has rarely heard him mention Aunt Xie again. It may be overstimulation, selective amnesia. Liang Yong casually explained that he had been here for many years and knew something about Uncle Lu's sad past.

After Aunt Xie died, Uncle Lu was in a trance for a while, and he was always talking about his wife. It was useless for people to persuade him, but Uncle Lu recovered overnight, but since then, everyone has never heard him mention his wife. Puzzled, I can only make the explanation of selective amnesia.