Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 90: Four Sounds 02

Yanjia Lane is very long.

After all, Hongjing is an ancient city, so the classic and modern here are always singularly intertwined, so Yanjia Lane is about the bridge that connects classical and modern.

It may be too literary to say this. In fact, one year ago, Yanjiaxiang was also an ordinary dilapidated street. Later, after transformation, it became the current literary and artistic appearance.

When walking to the door of the house, Xun Conglian said that he had to go home and change clothes, and it was not good to wear a police uniform and go to the mall.

Opposite their house is an antique shop.

Lin Chen didn't know, since when he began to get used to the concept of "their home" or "our home". Actually, No. 3 Yanjiaxiang was not his home, he just lived in that house temporarily. The tenant who does not have to pay rent here, but it is strange that from the first day he lived in, he and Xun Cong had never agreed on the rent and never mentioned the rent.

It is strange for each other to take no money for granted.

Lin Chen stepped on two steps and opened the Feng Shui curtain hanging on the door of the antique shop.

The dynasty was closing the umbrella beside him, smelling the slightly scent, and the young man sucked at his nose several times, and then licked his lips subconsciously.

The owner is an old couple over the age of seventy. Rather than selling antiques, it is more appropriate to rent a shop casually to support them every year, so there is nothing in the shop, except for a few pieces of porcelain in the Bogu cabinet.

Those porcelains may seem expensive, but they may also be completely modern imitations, anyway, he cannot see the value of those things.

Very casual, casually very suitable for torture an old couple from neighbors.

People gather by class, which is probably the case.

When they entered the shop, the owner Mr. Lao was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo collapse and drinking tea. When they saw them entering the room, the old man beckoned him to sit down on the bamboo collapse side, and yelled at the dynasty: "Hey, Mr. Wang, Come play chess? "

"No, no, let's hide from the rain and wait to go out for dinner." The dynasty sucked his nose, waved at the old gentleman, and then walked around the shop familiarly. He first pretended to see porcelain for a while. And walk straight to the corner of the store.

Under the flower window there was a small coal stove, which was gurgling on the coal stove and simmering a pot of dried bamboo shoots.

The heat and fragrance swell out in the dusk of the rainy season, which can especially attract the maggots in the stomach.

The old lady was sitting in a rocking chair by the hearth, holding a fan in her hand, and gently fanning, seeing the dynasty entering the house, the old lady's mouth had been smirking for a long time, but she pretended to close her eyes and did not speak.

The dynasty made two turns around the window like a headless fly, then squatted by the pot.

Seeing this, the old woman opened her eyes with satisfaction and asked, "Want to eat?"

But the dynasty did not answer this question immediately, but looked back at him.

The eyes were full of craving, Lin Chen looked helplessly at the old gentleman, picked up the tea that the old gentleman had just poured for him, took a sip, and then nodded.

After the young man got permission, he hugged the old lady's thigh and shouted, "Grandma, I didn't eat any lunch, so hungry and hungry."

"Go to the kitchen and get the bowl yourself!" The old lady happily patted the dynasty's head with a fan, and sat upright.