Mingming's head was shouting, No, I can't give birth to this child! He should not have come to this world to suffer that kind of suffering at such a young age!
But her body didn't seem to hear the shouting in her mind, but she still thought about leaving this child behind. This child would be as cute and caring about her as the little boy now...
These two different voices, two different souls, appear in one body at the same time.
Qin Suyun finally realized something was wrong this time. Her eyes fell on her palm touching the little boy's head. It turned out that this time her dream was directly attached to her body, and she could not control her body to do anything. You can only follow the ups and downs of the other person's thoughts and experience the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the dream.
She is now divorced and not pregnant.
It seems that this dream will not be of much help to her future... With a little regret, Qin Suyun still followed the path of the dream and said goodbye to the little boy.
The dream continued, and Qin Suyun felt the surrounding environment.
She had walked a long way when she came here, and because of her pregnancy, her legs and feet were a little cramped. She sighed, and Qin Suyun had no choice but to smile helplessly and sit in the pavilion to continue resting and beating her legs.
The winter weather was gloomy and a little depressing. She turned around and looked around. Unexpectedly, she had already reached the antique street. The antique street in Yunhai City is a major attraction in Yunhai City. Almost everyone who comes to Yunhai City Tourists visiting the city will come to this antique street.
At this time, several workers in work clothes and yellow safety helmets on the opposite street were pasting a huge advertising paper that was several people long and wide onto a large billboard.
The most eye-catching thing about the huge advertising paper is a blue-glazed relief hollow spring vase, and the hollow pattern is a simple picture of fish playing with lotus leaves. Qin Suyun looked carefully and saw that there were seven or eight other objects placed on the advertisement together with the blue-glazed relief hollow spring vase.
As for the top of the billboard, it also says - Hanhai Auction House, the annual auction ceremony is about to be held! Please look forward to March 29th!
As soon as the advertisement was pasted, it caused a commotion in the antique street. The two old ladies sitting in the pavilion smiled and pointed at a middle-aged curly-haired woman who was playing with her little grandson. The curly-haired middle-aged woman, As soon as he saw this advertisement posted, his face immediately turned livid, he gritted his teeth and stood silent, staring at the billboard, as if he wanted to eat it alive!
"Look at Cao Shuying's current appearance, how can she still have the same air as before?" The old lady wearing a red cotton-padded coat smiled softly at the other old lady wearing a blue jacket next to her: "People are doing it. God is watching! Look at their antique shop, aren't they going to be blind this time?"
"What do you mean, punching in the eye and not punching in the eye? They call it 'walking away treasure'!" The old lady in blue lowered her voice and covered her mouth with a smile, the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together, "But you are right, people are doing it, and God is watching. God will not let these people with dark consciences continue to be rampant!"
In the dream, the two old ladies saw Qin Suyun looking at them, so they chatted with her. It turned out that the curly-haired middle-aged woman had an antique shop in her home, but the items in this antique shop were a mix of old and new. If the owner or appraiser of the antique shop is mistaken, then forget it.
But this antique shop does it deliberately to make money! In many cases, the store even bullies customers. Some out-of-towners come to this antique shop to buy something that is obviously a new imitation, and the customer does not want to buy it. But this antique shop will force customers to spend 18,000 yuan to buy this thing. Isn't this obviously bullying? Some people can't stand it and try to reason with them, but they get slapped down instead, which makes them suffer a lot. money.
The husband of the old lady in blue was unlucky and failed to reason with him. When he came home that night, he was put in a sack and beaten severely, and his arm was slapped on his arm. The next night, the glass was smashed. Speaking of this, the two old ladies were even more angry.
This kind of thing, even if no one says it, everyone knows it. Their family also thought about calling the police to senior officials, but the other party's family was so powerful that there was no way to redress the grievances.
However, if you walk a lot at night, you will always encounter ghosts!
This time, didn't you meet an expert?
I spent 18,800 against others to buy a new imitation Qianlong pastel amphorae, but gave the real thing away as a lick! The man didn't say anything at the time, he just bought it with a dark face. I went straight to an antique store next door and sold it for 1.28 million! Then I took a plane and left without looking back!
When Cao Shuying saw this situation, she was stunned on the spot!
The two old ladies spoke vividly and vividly, as if they were immersed in the scene. It was obvious that this unknown expert gave them a bad breath.
"Later, I heard that the blue-glazed relief hollow spring vase was taken to an auction company by the antique shop next door. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Hanhai Auction House, which is the largest auction house in our J Province!" Lan Yi The old lady stared at the advertisement that had been hung opposite, and said with a smile: "Nine out of ten high-priced antiques auctioned in Province J in recent years were sold by this auction house! I heard that their auction house is cheap but I won't accept it! This thing will definitely fetch a high price this time!"
"No wonder Cao Shuying's heart is bleeding every day recently! Her face is getting more and more ugly!..."
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The birds in the early morning were chirping and playing near the window, and the bright sunshine outside the window shone in from the outside.
Qin Suyun suddenly opened her eyes, feeling a little dazed. She covered her eyes with her palms. Qin Suyun took a deep breath and tried to recall the scene in her dream last night, especially the appearance of the curly-haired middle-aged woman and the giant advertisement. Blue glaze relief hollow spring bottle!
I hope that blue-glazed relief hollow spring vase has not been bought yet.
In her dream last night, the most important piece of information she got was that the blue-glazed embossed hollow spring bottle worth millions would be licked by the seller as a fake and given to an out-of-town collector.
She looks like she has a lot of money now, but compared to those horrific natural disasters in the future, there is still a big gap. She had planned before. After she bought the puppy and sold all the two houses in Yunhai City, she would immediately move to the countryside and buy a piece of land to build a house. The house must be able to withstand at least a nine-magnitude earthquake... Coupled with other things, the money on her hands is a bit reluctant.
Qin Suyun stood in front of the window sill, looking at the old people walking downstairs, the parents taking their children to school, the noisy but sweet lovers, and sighed helplessly. She didn't know how long this tranquility could last.
After a while, Qin Suyun organized her thoughts and looked up at the time. The wall clock above her head already pointed to eight fifteen.
Qin Suyun packed up her things, without even having time to eat breakfast, and drove in a hurry to the antique street located in the northwest of Yunhai City.
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Little Landlord in the End of the World (MTL)
Science FictionAuthor: Hua Yiyi Link: https://www.52shuku.vip/yanqing/hte1.html Qin Suyun had a dream. She dreamed that she was betrayed by her husband and friends, and ended up alone and miserable. In her dream, she saw a global natural disaster, the whole worl...