Nine thousand years old

When Li Jian came back, Li Qingshan had already opened his room and slept, and Wuchang was sitting in his room.

The normally inarticulate man was still wearing the panda shirt Li Jian bought, which was a little more smoky, and even his face seemed to be a little softer. He looked at Li Jian with a hint of worry in his eyes, and the two looked at each other for a long time. No one spoke.

In the end it was Li Jian who spoke first. He sat next to Wuchang and sighed: "Why don't you go back to sleep."

"Waiting for you." Wuchang looked at him carefully.

Li Jian raised his eyes and smiled silently: "Thank you."

Wuchang felt surprised: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for being with me these days, I am very happy."

Li Jian sat back and nestled on the sofa, Wuchang suddenly felt that he had lost a lot of weight, the boy who was originally sunny and handsome, didn't know if he was stretched a bit, and looked a little thin.

Li Jian's stature is not particularly tall, so he looks like a little white cat when he gathers up like this.

Cute and pathetic.

Wuchang felt a little bored in his heart, he picked up Li Jian and threw him on the bed, and threw the quilt on top of his head without giving him a chance to react.

"I'll sleep with you tonight, your master slept in my room."

Li Jian struggled out of the quilt: "Open another room, why squeeze a bed."

Impermanence stared at him, his black pupils were like an abyss, he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and uttered two words: "No money."

Li Jian immediately gave up the position beside him.

After tossing around for most of the night, Li Siyuan finally sent people to find all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings, hoping to find something that could save Li Jian.

Ming Li didn't stop him, and when Li Siyuan finished tossing, he hugged him and told stories.

Li Siyuan was quite helpless about Mingli's way of telling stories when he didn't agree with each other, but he still fell asleep every time.

No way, this extremely boring and joyless method of reciting is really too hypnotic.

Ming Li gently kissed his fingertips, hugged him and fell asleep.

The hectic night finally passed. Early the next morning, when Li Siyuan and Ming Li left the room, they saw the two quietly standing as stakes in the corridor.

——Li Qingshan and impermanence.

Impermanence is stable, but Li Qingshan's complexion is not very good, Li Siyuan's thoughts changed slightly, and he stepped forward to greet the two of them to have breakfast.

Li Qingshan waved his hand and was about to speak when Wuchang said: "I'll see Li, you go first."

Li Qingshan glanced at Wuchang, and swallowed back what he was going to say.

Li Siyuan nodded: "Then you wait for him, see you in the restaurant."

As soon as they left, Li Jian showed the tip of his head from the room, Wuchang couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed it: "It's not a solution for you to hide like this."

Li Jian curled his lips: "Actually, I have some ideas about my matter..."

Wuchang's eyes lit up slightly, and Li Jian continued, "But it's not clear yet, I'm waiting for news from my friend."

"Let me help you find out, what is it?" Wuchang pushed the man into the room, waiting for Li Jian to change clothes slowly.

Li Jian hesitated and said: "It's a painting. It is said that someone has seen it. It contains the spiritual power left by the ancient sacred. In the early years, this painting was exiled abroad, and in recent years it has been transferred to China. My friend said that this painting is probably the In the hands of a jeweler."

Wuchang memorized the important points, flipped his fingers and shot out several light threads, which suddenly disappeared.

Li Jian felt surprised and blinked at him: "Is this how you contacted the ghost messenger? And Brother Ming?"

Wuchang nodded: "Change quickly, they are waiting."

Li Jian immediately turned around and changed out of his pajamas, Wuchang stared at his smooth back, a slight blush appeared on his face, and lowered his eyes silently.

Look no further.

Mingli forgot to order when ordering, and now he added a lot of green onions, Li Siyuan was picking out the shredded green onions for Mingli, and he picked almost the same amount, Li Jian and Wuchang arrived.

Li Qingshan kept staring at Li Jian, Li Jian used Wuchang to block himself, and Wuchang told everyone about the painting with a deadpan face.

Li Qingshan was the most excited, he asked about the painting's information in detail, and went to call his friends for help without eating.

Li Siyuan's mood finally eased a little, he poked Xia Lijian's head, and complained: "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier, your master's worrying hair is turning gray."

Li Jian smiled wryly: "I don't know if this is true, if not...I'm afraid he will be disappointed."

But things finally turned around. After everyone's investigation, it was found that a jeweler named Xue Hang was holding a picture of Taoyuan in his hand.

The origin of this picture is unknown, but it can be identified as a serious antique.Most importantly, this painting will be auctioned at the auction in T city ten days later.

This was a blessing from heaven, Li Siyuan immediately contacted his family and got the qualification to enter the auction, and the group went to T City early to inquire about the news.

Wuchang and Mingli's style is naturally to take it directly, but the security work of this painting is very strict, and it was impossible to inquire about the exact location of the painting for a while. These junior Holy Spirits actually have their own way of avoiding them.

Presumably the owner of the painting didn't want the painting to cause trouble to the future owner, so he left a hidden barrier.

But the more so, it also proves that this painting is extraordinary.

Li Qingshan stared at the news of the auction every day, seeing that the posture was determined to win the Taoyuan map, Li Siyuan was also very nervous, and asked people to watch the movement over there, for fear that someone would intercept him before the auction.

At any rate, it was the day of the auction. As a public figure, Li Siyuan naturally avoided the crowd, split up with Li Qingshan, and went to the venue first.

Fortunately, this auction has a very high style, and there are all famous figures in various fields present, so he doesn't have to worry about trouble.

There were five people in the group, except for Li Jian and Ming Li, all three of them looked nervous, as if they would fight desperately with whoever came to grab the painting.

Ming Li looked at Wu Chang suspiciously, always feeling that he seemed to be too concerned about Li Jian's affairs.

The back of Wuchang's head felt cold from being stared at, and when he turned around, he saw Mingli's meaningful eyes, and looked back in puzzlement.

Ming Li chuckled, moved his eyes away, and walked inside holding his baby by the hand.

The people in the front hall were crowded and chaotic, Li Qingshan and his old friend disappeared as soon as he entered the arena, Li Siyuan naturally knew that he was going to inquire about the Taoyuan map, so he dragged Mingli around by himself.

Li Jian had never been to an auction before, and looked around like a curious baby, looking at the prices, and dragged Wuchang away with a tongue.

He couldn't afford it anyway.

Wu Jian kept staring at the ancient sword, his eyes almost tearing apart, and tentatively poked the back of his head: "Want?"

Li Jian shook his head: "I don't dare to ask for it, take a closer look, this thing is fierce."

Wuchang glanced at the sword, only to see that there was a trace of fishy evil around it, and there was a kind of icy tomb atmosphere, at first glance, it was a funerary object stained with blood.

But this sword is indeed beautiful, it has not rusted or rotted for thousands of years, and it has some original appearance after restoration, this is the reason why Li Jian has been looking at it.

Li Jian pulled him to the other side, Wuchang glanced at the sword, and followed behind him without saying a word.

There was still some time before the auction started, Li Siyuan turned his head and did not see Wuchang and Li Jian, and could only look at the exhibits with Mingli slowly.

I have to say that the things here are very important, and 60.00% of the final proceeds from this auction will be donated to the Red Cross and Project Hope.

The government also attaches great importance to this, and the things that can be displayed are naturally not to be underestimated. Just the things that Li Siyuan thinks are eye-catching, the total value has exceeded hundreds of millions.

Li Siyuan stared at those precious antique calligraphy and paintings or precious crystals, and suddenly felt that this is also very good.

Regardless of whether these people want fame, fortune, contacts or objects, for those who need it, it is always a life-saving money.

Thinking of this, Li Siyuan's mood improved a lot, he waved his hand and looked at Mingli: "I'll take pictures for you if you want!"

"Okay." Mingli smiled, but really carefully selected.

Li Siyuan followed behind him with a sense of accomplishment, researching what would be more interesting here.

In the end, the two chose for a long time, and their goal only stopped at a ruby. The cutting process and color of this gem are rare and expensive.

Dragons have always liked these shiny things, and Li Siyuan liked its color even more, the two made a final decision, and Ming Li went ahead to ask about this gem.

Li Siyuan is waiting on the sofa chair in the rest area, which is also part of the exhibition area, but the things placed there are not suitable for expensive things, just some modern calligraphy, paintings and handicrafts.

Li Siyuan looked left and right with his chin propped up, and a somewhat familiar figure walked beside him.

This man was in his forties, slightly fat, with a piece of Mediterranean sea on his head. Although he was tidy, he always had an unexplained greasy feeling.

Li Siyuan didn't move, and blinked his eyes to retrieve the memories in his mind. This person seemed to have some business contacts with his father a few years ago, and opened a food company.

It seems to be called...Su Cang?

Su Cang walked up to him in a few steps: "What a coincidence, I haven't participated in this kind of auction for hundreds of years, and I met the young master when I came here for the first time. How is your father recently?"

Little Young Master is the name for Li Siyuan in the circle, to distinguish him from Li Chen, Li Siyuan didn't lose face with him, and responded with a smile: "Very good, what did Mr. Su come here for?"

Su Cang stood up straight, and said modestly: "Where is it? I'm an ordinary person and I can't understand these things. My daughter likes them, so I will accompany her to stroll around."

As he said that, Su Cang looked around: "Hey, where is this girl? She was here just now..."

Li Siyuan probably understood the meaning of Su Canglai's conversation with him, seeing that he couldn't find anyone for a while, he stood up naturally, pretending to go to see something.

"Mr. Su, let's see first. I'll go and see the exhibits first."

Su Cang was a little anxious, but seeing that Li Siyuan seemed to want to see the exhibits, it was inconvenient to disturb him. After all, they were not familiar with each other, and he didn't want the young master to get tired of him before he saw his daughter, so he hurriedly said: "Then you go ahead."

Li Siyuan immediately turned around and walked to the exhibition hall on the side, pretending to look at the exhibits, at first he was pretending, but as he watched, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by a painting.

It was a modern painting, with handsome ink and wash, and the trees in the courtyard were dense, covering the house, giving off a kind of idyllic poetic flavor.

But clearly the painting is midsummer, but it makes people feel inexplicably empty.

He unconsciously walked to the painting and looked at it carefully. Just as he slowly stretched out his hand to describe the branch in the air, he met the other hand unexpectedly.

He turned his head, and beside him was a man in a black Tang suit. His facial features were clear, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, but there was a sense of coldness on his face, and even his beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

The man seemed a little surprised, but he just glanced at Li Siyuan and then moved his gaze to the painting.

Li Siyuan unconsciously looked at him twice, but was separated by the coldness in those eyes.

This feels strange, they are clearly in the same world, but they seem to be standing in different spaces.

Li Siyuan followed his gaze to look at the painting, only to see a line of small characters written on the left side of the painting, the handwriting is correct, in a beautiful thin gold body.

He silently recited that line of words, accompanied by that painting, which was even more bleak.

There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when he died.