Sister, look at him!

The next morning, the antique shop opened and Luo Bai brought Luo Yun in.

Unlike He Qingwan who couldn't see clearly, Zhongli Yuya could see the extraordinaryness of Luo Yun at a glance.

"Shang Peng, Lingjunzi." He said calmly, "Just take it as his name and pseudonym."

When Luo Bai heard this, he was immediately happy, "The young lady had already looked at it yesterday, Master, the characters and pseudonyms you and the young lady gave to Xiaoyun are exactly the same."

Did Wanwan also see that this boy was extraordinary?

Zhongli Yuya was a little surprised. He Qingwan was much more spiritual than he thought.

"Yeah, we have a tacit understanding." Zhongli Yuya's distant expression became a little closer, and he revealed a faint smile.

He took a box from the shelf next to him, picked out a string of bracelets from the pile and handed it to Luo Yun.

Then he looked at Luo Bai and said, "He will never marry or have children in his life. Don't force him."

Luo Bai had a bitter face. Their Luo family was about to be wiped out. Alas, but for Luo Yun, he had to accept it.

"You don't have to be sad. Although he has no wife or children, he will accept two disciples, a boy and a girl. However, these two disciples..."

Zhongli Yuya paused and said nothing more.

What would he say? The eldest disciple betrayed his master and ancestors, and the younger disciple was the heroine of the world.

Tsk, that’s enough. Let this little brat worry about it after something happens.

"These two disciples..." Luo Bai repeated Zhongli Yuya's words, his eyes full of anxiety.

"Both of my two disciples are outstanding. What they will become in the future depends entirely on how I educate them." Zhongli Yuya shook his head and said no more.

He took out a few old books and placed them on the table. "Xiao Bai, I taught you these before. You can teach him."

Luo Bai looked at those books. They were things he learned when he first came to this store. They were related to Feng Shui metaphysics.

It's just that he has no talent in this area, and in the past 18 years he has only understood the general idea.

Can he teach others with his half-baked level?

Luo Bai thought so and asked the same question.

"Everyone has different talents." Zhongli Yuya said meaningfully.

Luo Bai understood, and immediately pulled Luo Yun to bow respectfully to Zhongli Yuya.

More than four years passed like this.

On a sunny morning, He Qingwan was wearing a beige dress with lace and was about to go out shopping, but she was stopped by Luo Bai just as she stepped out of the door.

"The students outside are demonstrating." Luo Bai sighed and explained what happened.

He Qingwan had a blank expression on her face, she knew that she was not from this world, so she had never been able to empathize with such things. But when she heard Luo Bai's story about those young people in their prime who bravely stood up for their country, she was still moved.

"Which school are you from?" she asked.

Luo Bai responded, "From Jiaotong University."

"You're quite brave." After saying this, He Qingwan turned around and went upstairs, sitting by the window and watching the commotion outside.

She remembered Zhongli Yuya's words. Five years had passed. Now more than four years had passed. At most she would have to wait another year and she could switch to a new map.

The riot outside did not last long. The police stood in a line and formed a human wall to separate the protesting students from the citizens.

Some were demonstrating, some were walking, some were driving, and everything was peaceful.

But it's just the calm before the storm.

Soon the government will arrest these students.

He Qingwan walked to the phone next to him, dialed a few numbers and picked up the receiver.

"Brother, um, it's about the student demonstrations, um, I understand."

He Qingwan hung up the phone.

Since she was somewhat moved, she would do her best to protect these students.

Zhongli Yuya holds a high status in the Shanghai market and has extensive connections, so it is no problem for him to protect these dozens of students.

After this incident, He Qingwan calmed down completely.

Until 1949, that special day came.

Zhongli Yuya left this Western antique shop to Luo Bai, gave him a few instructions, and then took He Qingwan to the capital.

He had already bought a residence there, a courtyard house with five entrances. It was said that it was once the residence of a princess or a prince.

An antique shop was also purchased, and it was located in the antique market. It was decorated in an antique style. Unlike the shop in Shanghai, this shop was not adjacent to the residence. Although it had a backyard and a second floor, and people could live in it, the conditions were indeed not as good as the one in Shanghai.

After all, this shop is in the antique market.

The name of the store is still "Fu Sheng". Unlike the antique shops in Shanghai, this one in Beijing has some calligraphy and paintings hanging inside and a tea room.

Zhongli Yuya and He Qingwan sat face to face playing chess, "This shop won't last long."

He looked calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"why do you say so?"

He Qingwan placed a chess piece in a certain place, forcing Zhongli Yuya into a dead end.

"A new policy is coming." Zhongli Yuya still looked calm and unhurried. He placed a chess piece in another place and broke He Qingwan's plan by killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred of his own.

Hearing this, He Qingwan didn't ask any more questions. She felt bored and messed up the chessboard, spread out the chess pieces, and lay on the chessboard, looking at the scenery outside the window.

There were many people coming and going, and they were all in high spirits.

"The new policy will be implemented by next year at the latest." Zhongli Yuya stroked He Qingwan's long hair.

"Our store has to be closed right after it opened." He Qingwan was not in the mood.

"Why, are you unhappy?" Zhongli Yuya was a little amused, "Are you worried about my money?"

"Yeah, what else?" He Qingwan straightened up and rolled his eyes at him, "Your money is my money, I'm so heartbroken!"

"Yes, yes, what's mine is yours." Zhongli Yuya tapped her nose, "That night, brother wants to eat roast duck today."

"I feel like eating too, let's go." He Qingwan got off the couch and adjusted her skirt. She was wearing a dark-patterned cheongsam embroidered with golden peonies and an ivory-white background.

Winter was approaching and it was a bit chilly outside, so Zhongli Yuya put a mink fur cloak on her. The furry white fur collar made her already fair and smooth face even more charming.

As for Zhongli Yuya, he changed his usual attire from a long gown to a Tang suit, and wore a pair of chain glasses on his nose. Before going out, he put on a thick cloak like He Qingwan.

It was getting late, and they planned to go home directly after dinner, so they locked the shop. The antique shop was not far from the roast duck restaurant they wanted to go to, so they decided to walk there.

It was only a dozen minutes' walk, and as soon as we entered the store, it started snowing outside.

"Does it always snow so early in Beijing?" He Qingwan looked up at the snow.

Before Zhongli Yuya could answer, the receptionist took over the conversation, "It wasn't this early in previous years. It's just a coincidence this year. I heard a few days ago that there might be a winter drought. Once the snow comes, everything will be fine."

"Well, it's true that auspicious snow means a good harvest." He Qingwan pursed her lips and smiled. She liked snow.

He Qingwan was good-looking and often came to eat Peking duck. Yingbin had seen him many times. She thought she was immune to He Qingwan's beauty, but when she saw He Qingwan smile like that, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Fortunately, she was dedicated enough and quickly recovered and took them into the private room they often visited.