Squatting down, Song Wen did not immediately ask the price of the wooden pillow, but pointed to a string of crystal beads next to him and asked the stall owner: "Boss, how do you sell this?"

"One thousand." The stall owner glanced at him and said.

"What about this?" Song Wen asked again at a copper Pixiu next to him. This is the best way to divert the other party's attention by buying something, otherwise the stall owner would definitely kill him when he saw that he liked that thing.

"five hundred."

Song Wen asked a few things one after another, but didn't say which one to buy. The stall owner's face suddenly fell down. Song Wen looked at it, then pointed to the wooden pillow and asked, "How much does this cost?"

"Five thousand." The stall owner replied lazily.

"No way, boss, just one broken wood costs five thousand. What do you think this is?" Song Wen said with his eyes wide open.

"You can't say that, this is an antique. Maybe it's an old thing that the emperor used. If you meet someone who knows the goods, you might be able to sell it for a big price. It's because I can't see through this treasure with my naked eyes, so I took it out and sold it, otherwise I would have collected it myself." The stall owner said.

"Boss, you don't have to brag here. I've never bought anything. Tell me a honest price. If it's up to my liking, I'll sell it."

"If you sincerely want to buy it, then I will lose a little, even if you are four thousand five."

"Boss, you want to sell this thing for 4,500, but it's almost the same as five hundred."

"Five hundred is not enough for my purchase money. I think so. If you really want it, we will take a step back, four thousand, and we can't lose any more."

"One thousand, up to one thousand."

"This is not possible, at least three thousand five."

After some bargaining, the wooden pillow was finally sold at a price of 2,500. Song Wen took out the money and handed the money in one hand.

After taking the wooden pillow handed over by the stall owner, Song Wen glanced at the stall owner and curled his lips slightly, thinking that if the boss knew that there was a treasure inside the pillow, he would not know if he would regret jumping off the building.

The stall owner lit the banknotes, glanced at Song Wen, and smiled disdainfully. He bought the wood for fifty yuan. He went home to wash it and sprayed a layer of paint. Unexpectedly, he sold it for 2,500 yuan and made a profit of 2,450 yuan. If the people who came to buy it were all such stupid balls, he would have sent it to him.

After buying a wooden pillow, Song Wen didn't want to go shopping anymore and planned to go back to the hotel. At this time, his phone rang and picked it up and saw that it was Dan Tai Minglan.

"Hello"

"Where are you?" Tan Tai Minglan asked from the other side of his phone.

“In Liulichang.”

"Then you wait there for a while, and I'll go there right away."

“Doududududududu”

Listening to the busy sounds coming from the phone, Song Wen smiled bitterly. The woman said that the wind was rain, and she hung up her phone without saying wherever she met. After thinking about it, he walked to the intersection of Liulichang Road to wait so as not to miss it. Not long after, Dan Tai Minglan came over and saw that he was holding a wooden pillow painted with red sandalwood in his hand and asked, "What did you buy?"

"Here, a wooden pillow, aren't you a learning archaeology? Help me see if this is an antique." As she said that, Song Wen handed over the wooden pillow she bought.

Dan Tai Minglan glanced at him but didn't take it. She glared at him and said angrily: "It's a handicraft. How could this paint color be used in ancient times? How much did it cost to buy it?"

"Two thousand five."

"Not many, just take it as a lesson. Remember not to buy things here in the future. There are not many antiques in this kind of place, but there are a lot of handicrafts. I'll take you to eat roast duck." As he said that, Dan Tai Minglan walked towards the parking place. Song Wen looked at it and had to follow him.

Dan Tai Minglan took Song Wen to Quanjude for a meal, then drove him around Beijing, and finally came to the Kunming Lake in the Summer Palace to row a boat.

Song Wen rowed a small boat and rippled above the lake. The wooden oars lightly tapped the lake surface, causing ripples. Dan Tai Minglan sat on the boat, with his chin on his hand and stared at the water beside the boat. There was a reflection of Song Wen. Seeing that Song Wen's reflection was torn apart by the ripples caused by the wooden pulp, he couldn't help but frown and glared at Song Wen angrily.

Song Wen felt it was really inexplicable.

The water of Kunming Lake is as clear as jade, with the waves fluttering and sparkling. The weeping willows along the lake are like the hair of a girl, swaying in the wind, graceful. The boat rows across the calm water, and only fish jumping and cats and birds slitting over the water. This beautiful scenery is really refreshing.

Summer is the time to appreciate lotus.

The clear and green lake is covered with lotus leaves. The lotus leaves are as color as jade, covering the sky and the ground, with different heights and different sizes. Some are raised high and upward, like green parasols supported under the scorching sun; some are floating on the lake, like jade plates of large and small; some are still curled, like shy girls half covering their faces; some are waving in the wind, like a boy in the wind, straightening his waist inadvertently

Lotus leaves are crowded together, like a group of brothers and sisters, hearts connected to heart, and intimate. The lotus poked its head out of the crowded lotus leaves, like beautiful girls wearing pink skirts.

The lotus flowers are brightly colored, some are flawless, like pure crystals; some are white and red, like pink baby's faces; some are red and green, like ice crystals.

Some of them are about to bloom, like hands tightly clasped together, their cheeks are blushing, like shy little children; some are only spreading two or three petals, like shy little girls; some are all spreading, holding high like torches, blooming with affection, revealing the tender yellow lotus pods, which look even more charming against the background of the green lotus leaves; some petals have withered and fallen down, floating on the water, like a small boat.

The breeze blows, and lotus flowers sway among the lotus leaves, like a group of fairies in green dresses dancing gracefully.

The lotus flowers break through the blue waves, revealing bright petals, and popping out tender yellow stamens, as if telling the fragrance of the lotus, the beauty of the lotus, the simplicity of the lotus, and the nobleness of the lotus.

Looking up, the kite birds slid through the quiet lake surface; the fish passing by were playing at the edge of the jade lotus; the scattered lotus leaves swaying on the vast lake waves, waving the light and elegant elegance of "the lotus pearls are broken but round". From a distance, the green leaves cover the lake, and the red flowers reflect the sun, which has a poetic feeling of "the lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are different from red when reflected in the sun".

A red dragonfly flew from the lake in the distance and landed on a blooming pink lotus not far from Song Wen. It kept flapping its wings. I don’t know if it was happiness or celebrating something.

Song Wen saw it and shoveled up a hand of water from the lake and poured it on the dragonfly. The dragonfly flew away from a distance. Seeing his actions, Dan Tai Minglan frowned slightly and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she still didn't speak in the end. After a while, she said again: "My parents said they wanted to see you." After saying that, she seemed a little embarrassed and her face turned a little red.

"ah"

Song Wen was shocked when he heard this. What's going on?

Seeing Song Wen's appearance, Dan Tai Minglan immediately said angrily: "What, my parents knew you sent me back, so they said they wanted to invite you to a meal. Don't you want to go? Forget it if you don't go." After that, he turned his head aside angrily and ignored Song Wen.

"Go, go, the elders invite each other, how can you not go?"

Song Wen said quickly, but he couldn't help but feel relieved. He thought she liked him, so he wanted to take him to meet her parents. It turned out not to be. However, he immediately had a headache again. He had to bring some gifts for the first time when he went to someone's house. He couldn't help but feel relieved. What should I give? (To be continued. Please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!)
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