Zhao Changan picked up Wen Ye, had a sumptuous breakfast at the gate of SISU, looked at many beautiful girls with graceful figures who got up early, and then drove to Suzhou.

Seeing what was revealed on his wrist while he was moving and moving, Zhao Changan curiously asked Wen Ye to reveal it, only to find that it was a string of black and red rosary beads bracelet with an indistinguishable material that looked like jade or wood.

There is also a hidden bead that seems to have many eyes.

"Where did you get it, Dzi beads? How many eyes?"

Zhao Changan looked at this rosary bracelet with eyes burning, and said shamelessly: "I feel that it is very destined for me."

"Because I am the connection between you and it. Although it is an ancient thing, the artificially etched chalcedony was something that was on the street in the past. There is no saying that it has more eyes than less."

In one sentence, Wen Ye made it clear that Zhao Changan should not give it to him, and he would not give it to him. Moreover, he was still bullying Zhao Changan because he was illiterate and ignorant.

This ancient specific method of artificially etching chalcedony has long been lost. Nowadays, those who make fakes use strong acid washing, and those who are more particular use plant alkaline etching.

And no matter how many times you look at the one Wen Ye wears, it is already worth a sky-high price just because of its reputation as an out-of-print hidden pearl.

If sold at the current market price, the price would be tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

If you get Hong Kong Island Southeast Asia, as long as you can tell stories, you can sell it for hundreds of thousands. If you meet a big shot with good connections, it is not impossible to spend hundreds or eight hundred thousand.

"Where did you get it? I'll get a bunch of it too?"

Zhao Changan did not give up easily: "We brothers will do it one by one."

"You have already raised it to such a height. This is a unique copy. Don't even think about it if it is a string for one person. I will be at Xiyuan Temple in a moment. There is a large string of better beads around the abbot's neck. If you have the ability, go and fool yourself.

."

"What are you doing there?"

Zhao Changan glanced at Wen Ye's bracelet and said, "Have you already got it? Could it be that your real goal is the string of Buddhist beads, and the bracelet is just an add-on."

"In Xiyuan Temple, there is a volume of the Avatamsaka Sutra copied by Master Shanji with the blood of Broken Tongue. It has been 610 years ago. It is worth a visit."

"Can you see the real copy?"

Zhao Changan expressed doubts.

"I've read the original copy once."

Wen Ye spoke very calmly, but Zhao Changan felt that he was showing off.

"Xu Xian, the more you play, the more advanced you become. Not only are you raising your sister-in-law, you actually go to the temple to find Fa Hai."

Wen Ye smiled and did not answer, but shook his right hand slightly.

Amid a subtle 'click' sound of beads colliding, the bracelet on his right wrist fell back into his hand, and he played with it one by one.

"This is so pretentious!"

To be fair, the string of rosary beads in Wen Ye's hand was indeed very impressive, which made Zhao Changan jealous.

"This is a gift for grandma. It was also given to the temple by grandma's parents sixty years ago. In the hands of the master, I have discussed the number of Buddha beads and held the Buddhist teachings for sixty-six years. It can be regarded as returning to the original owner."

Wen Ye couldn't be bothered by Zhao Changan, so he had to say: "My grandma is in her early seventies this year, and she was only in her teens when she left here. Many of the people she interacted with back then, or their descendants, are still here.

There is a piece of land. Moreover, everyone still misses the old feelings."

Grandma Wen Ye's branch has lived in Susu for decades, and together with the Mingzhu and Jinling branches, they formed three points along the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, and jointly controlled the trade of Sichuan and Tibetan medicinal materials along both sides of the river.

When the Japs in Jinling attacked the city and massacred it, the people in the city fled and died in disarray, which cut off all the human connections beneath the city.

Mingzhu's side is mainly engaged in foreign business and export. In addition, after the fall, it surrendered to the enemy. Not to mention that there is no connection line. Even if they pick up the search again, there is still a little bit left. Ye Pingbai, Ye Pingju, Ye Henian, Ye Jinghai and the others.

I don't have the face to recognize each other.

Only Grandma Wen Ye and Wen Ye are left in the Gusu branch, but the underlying context of the entire city remains intact.

If you are willing, you can just chat with the local old people near Yeyuan, and many of them can outline the grand occasion of the Ye family's aunt Su Yeyuan, as well as the appearance of Grandma Wen Ye, the sixth daughter of the Ye family back then.

Zhao Changan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you back?"

"I remember that night, not long after school started in the second half of my senior year of high school. Do you think I killed a thousand people?"

"Remember."

That day was the first day Zhao Changan turned nineteen again, and of course he remembered it very clearly.

——

"Is there something wrong between you and Chen Jing?"

"Did you drink a bottle of Erguotou in one go?"

"Stop asking, kill thousands of people!"

——

"No, you are so obsessed with this name, damn! Since you are obsessed, I don't think you have killed a girl until now."

Zhao Changan was surprised.

"Didn't I tell you that I broke through that night and determined to become the Thousand-Man Killer?"

"Aside from Niuer, what else can you kill these days?"

"I went to Siberia during the Chinese New Year, haha~"

Wen Ye smiled and said half of the words.

"As for hiding it?"

"It's not hiding it, Lao Zhao, we are destined to take different paths. You like rules, money, power, women, and reputation, but I only like to tear apart the rules and find the source."

"Otherwise, if I say you're showing off, your words will be full of charisma!"

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I want to stay in the temple for a few days to cleanse and refine my soul."

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Changan heard something unusual in Wen Ye's words. This buddy had been withdrawn, cold and tolerant for so many years. When he was in the third year of high school, he was severely manipulated by Chen Jing and her parents, not to mention that he drank a bottle in one go.

Erguotou slept in a mass grave, and after the college entrance examination, he was able to pass into a decent junior college. Normally, it was considered good if his nerves were not compressed.

"The murderous nature is too strong, so you have to nourish the yin."

——

The car passed Yangcheng Lake, and the wind and sun were beautiful. Because of the sea breeze from the East Pacific, the temperature here is two to three degrees higher than that of the mountain city at the same latitude in winter, and one or two degrees lower in summer.

So some peach blossoms along the way are already in bloom, like pink clouds on the same tree, blooming in the silhouette of the blue sky.

Blue sky and white clouds, empty fields, green lakes and rivers, as well as trees with pear blossoms and sparse apricot blossoms, and the cool spring breeze blowing in from the open car windows,——

Very touching!

"When are you going to open a branch in Fog City?"

Zhao Changan said hesitantly: "It's still early, now is not the time."

The name "Brother Pao" is not for nothing. With Liu Yihui's current ability and Yinami's strength, it has nothing to do with going to Yanjing, Huadu, or Zheng City or Jiangcheng.

But if Liu Yihui ventured into Sichuan and Sichuan, no matter how much wealth he brought with him, his bones would be knocked out and his marrow would be sucked out.

It's even possible that because you are too young and your money is exposed, it is not impossible for someone to kill you because you are thinking about it.

"I'll go ahead. I don't know anything else about this game, but it's definitely popular here in Northeast Sichuan. Besides, it's not a big deal if one of the four corners is missing."

Knowing that Zhao Changan would shake his head and refuse, Wen Ye didn't give Zhao Changan a chance to interrupt and said: "Believe me, Old Zhao, I have to sharpen my knife."

"You are already sharp enough."

"Not even close!"

rgrg

The starting point of twenty years of restarting life
Chapter completed!