twelve

There were many times when Murong Qian would go to the old house and sit there quietly alone. Watch people come and go, cars come and go.

She walked into the ruins and suddenly saw a doll in the ruins. It was a doll that she accidentally discarded as a child.

At this moment a man sat hunched over the ruins.

"You ......"

The man looked back.

"Uncle Nian?"

The man was smoking a cigarette.

"Uncle Nian, are you back?"

The man nodded.

"Where's Tingting?"

"Married."

"Where's Tingting's mother?"

"I ran away with someone else."

"And you're coming back?"

"I heard that this place was going to be demolished, so I came over to have a look."

"Didn't your house be handed over to someone else a long time ago?"

"Yes. So I'm just looking and leaving a memory. ”

Speaking of Uncle Nian, he was really unfortunate in the first half of his life.

After the restructuring, the job bowl is gone. Now the daughter-in-law has run away with someone. The daughter is not angry, and she will get married after graduating from secondary school.

"I see the feng shui here."

"Have you studied Feng Shui?"

"I saw that it was a blessed land. There may be treasure buried. ”

"Is there really a treasure?"

"I've dug up antiques."

"Your so-called antique can't be this doll, right?"

"Jokes. What do you think of my Uncle Nian! ”

He pulled a string of copper coins out of his pocket.

"Really, fake."

"Of course it is."

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