Millennium drunk

September [-]th, Wuhu City, light rain.

This day Lanzui woke up very early, washed up and changed into a navy blue cheongsam with forks that reached her knees, tied up her hair, and put on a filigree hairpin inlaid with flowers and beads.Jun Yihuang was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in her bedroom, looking at Lan Zui's rare special dress, and the room was filled with the fragrance of fat and rice.

"It's rare to see you bothering so much."

Jun Yihuang's tone was cold, Lan Zui had long been used to it, she put on lip gloss, pursed her lips slightly, and she was done.Only then did he lift the doll up: "Does it look good?"

Lan Zui moved closer to the doll, her breath brushed over Jun Yihuang's head.Jun Yihuang watched the wet red lips opening and closing in front of her eyes, and the memories of the past flooded her heart indistinctly. She was both nostalgic and uncomfortable, and she pinched Lan Zui's thumb between her two paper arms and broke back.

Lan Zui didn't expect it, the bones of his fingers hurt so badly, he quickly shook the doll and threw it back on the dressing table, angrily said: "It's so early in the morning, what are you doing?!"

Jun Yihuang stood on the dressing mirror and did not answer. In fact, she lost her soul and her soul. Her memory was intermittent. Sometimes she only remembered the outline of a vague shadow.Lan Zui also inquired about Su Lingyu more than once or twice. One was Jun Yihuang's incomplete memory, and the other was that she didn't want to mention that part of the past.Later, after getting along with Lan Zui for a long time, he knew that although the person in front of him was related to that person, it was not her.

Yu'er... After all, she was a person from thousands of years ago, and has long been wiped out in time.

It's just that you understand it, but people are not ruthless than grass and trees.Jun Yihuang was in a trance from time to time, and she would get angry with Lan Zui, and she was used to being in a high position before, let alone bow her head to apologize to Lan Zui easily.

Lan Zui was still about to get angry when someone knocked on the bedroom door suddenly: "Xiao Zui, are you alright? The time is almost up."

"Okay!" Lan Zui gave the paper doll a hard look, and stood up to leave, but one side of the cheongsam was pulled by an external force.Lan Zui looked down, and saw that the paper doll's two white arms were clamping her side buttons, and she was silent.

"Jun, Yi, Huang! What are you going to do!"

"..."

"Xiao Zui, are you alright? Who are you talking to?"

There was a urging coming from outside the door, Lan Zui didn't know what to do, pulled the doll from the buckle, and stuffed it into the handmade cloth bag on the vanity mirror table.

"Don't make trouble, or I'll lose you!" Lan Zui whispered to the cloth bag in a fierce tone, and quickly walked to the door to open the door: "Okay, Uncle Zhong, let's go."

Standing outside the door was a burly man in his early forties, with a northern physique, a thick back and a big waist, and a dark gray suit that was bulged by him.There is a long scar on the side of Guozi's cheek, his eyes are shining brightly, and his face is really fierce.The man named Uncle Zhong looked suspiciously around Lan Zui's room, but found nothing suspicious.

"Let's go, or it will be too late." Uncle Zhong glanced at Lan Zui's attire and grinned: "After all, the little girl has grown up."

Lan Zui blushed, passed Uncle Zhong and walked in front.She is in her twenties this year, which is the best time for a woman at present. The youthfulness of two years ago has faded away, and her expression and movements have added a little calmness.Today's cheongsam shows off her figure even more, fully complementing her classicism and spirituality.

The cloth bag hanging on the wrist seemed to move, Lan Zui naturally held it with the other hand, stretched out his fingers and pinched it as a warning.

A black Volvo was parked downstairs, Uncle Zhong sat directly in the driver's seat, and Lan Zui naturally sat in the co-driver.Uncle Zhong started the car and asked at the same time: "Xiao Zui, did you bring the post?"

"Bring it." Lan Zui answered absently, rubbing the cloth bag.

Recently, the wind has gradually loosened, and the business has become active again.After being held back for a long time, many people have empty hands and no goods to sell, and they all keep their eyes and noses together to keep an eye on the movements of the big stockists in the business.The business of playing with antiques has to be subdivided, and there are differences between going to the field, inventorying, and picking.The bulk of the inventory refers to everyone in the industry who is stockpiling. They are well-informed and have a lot of money. They know where the goods are three points faster than others, and they have enough funds to pay a high price for a one-time package.People look down on this kind of business of scattered paving and small knocking. When there are enough goods in hand, they will hold a garden tea party, post widely to the people they like, and invite people to come to see the goods, order and take orders.And Huaiyuan Pavilion is one of the few big stocks.

The Lan family and the Rong family originally went down the road, that is, they went down the ground to catch things. The big ones that were eye-catching and easy to sell were thrown to the stockists, and the small ones that were easy to sell were kept in their own shops. Walk.The Rong family was supported by Rong Wu and Rong Shisan, and they still have the same style now, but the Lan family gradually faded out from the previous generation because of the decay of incense, and instead followed the stockers to pick goods.It's just that this is not the real fresh goods that just came out from below after all. The stockists have a lot of goods and mixed goods, good and bad. The goods in hand will not be taken care of, so the picker has to bear the burden of getting rich overnight or going bankrupt.

Not everyone can go to the garden tea party, nor can as many people go as they want.There are names and quotas on the post, and most of the people who pick the goods will bring a palm eye.And Uncle Zhong is the head of the Lan family and the head shopkeeper, apart from Lan Zui, Uncle Zhong has the final say in the Lan family.

After driving for more than an hour, the car crossed the urban area and stopped in a parking lot on the edge of the urban area.The parking lot used to be a small alley, not wide, with old blue bricks stacked on both sides of the alley. Apart from Lan Zui, there were a few sporadic people walking into the alley, nodding to each other as greetings.At the end of the alley, a brass gate was half open, and someone was standing outside with an umbrella, waiting for visitors.

Lan Zui handed her the post, and the clerk looked at it from front to back and touched it with his fingers, smiled neither humble nor humble, and yelled: "Miss Lan Zui from the Lan family, please come inside."

This kind of old-fashioned style is actually very funny in normal times, and it sounds like singing on TV.But with this brass gate and the guy's coat from the Republic of China, it makes people feel like they have stepped back in the wrong time and went back to the old days, and they can't help but be solemn.After entering the door and bypassing the screen wall, another guy came to lead the way, also in a coat, and walked straight ahead with Lan Zui and Uncle Zhong.

The location of each house was determined as early as when the post was posted. Through the small bridge and flowing water in the courtyard, a well-maintained three-story small Western-style building of the Republic of China came into view.Lan Zui had been here before, followed the familiar way to the second floor and turned left, and was about to enter his room to rest, but unexpectedly someone opened the door directly opposite, and when he looked up, both sides were stunned.

The person on the opposite side was holding a teacup and laughed foolishly: "Let me tell you, I haven't found anyone after looking for a long time, and I wonder why this girl won't come!"

"Brother Shisan!" Lan Zui really didn't expect to meet Rong Shisan here.

A noise was heard in the room behind Rong Shisan, and two more men came out.Each of them was slightly taller than Rong Shisan, with a stern look that implied hostility. Lan Zui knew him, and he was Rong Wu, the current head of the Rong family.The other one is shorter than Rong Shisan, wearing casual clothes with a hood behind, looks delicate and fair-skinned, like a college student who just graduated, but Lan Zui has never seen him before.

The guide saw that both sides were familiar, smiled and said: "Since the master and miss are old acquaintances, I won't bother the younger ones to catch up. If you have something to do, please ring the bell and give me an order. The tea party will start at ten o'clock sharp , when the time comes, I will come over and take you all there." After speaking, the buddy immediately retreated knowingly.

Now that they met the Rong family, Lan Zui and Uncle Zhong didn't need to go into their own room, they went directly to the Rong family's room to sit.Rong Shisan poured two cups of tea for Lan Zui and Uncle Zhong, and said, "Girl, it's been more than two years, what are you doing without any news? That Jun Yihuang didn't make trouble for you, did he?"

Uncle Zhong was puzzled when he heard it beside him: "What is Jun Yihuang?"

"Why, did you hide it from Uncle Zhong during our trip?" Seeing Lan Zui's face, Rong Shisan knew that he had slipped his tongue, but he couldn't take the words out of his mouth, so he could only laugh.

"...I'm going to die or live, I haven't touched anything, what are you talking about?" Lan Zui watched Uncle Zhong stare at him, and secretly gritted his teeth at Rong Shisan.What a scam, nothing good happens when you encounter it!

"However, Fifth Brother, why did you participate in the garden tea party? Self-sufficiency is not enough?"

"We've been keeping an eye on it for the past two years. What we've played is side door fights, and those things can't be dealt with." Rong Wu said calmly, pointing to the young man sitting next to him: "Rong Jiu."

Huh?

Lan Zui showed a surprised look, she remembered that the ninth child of the Rong family was a girl, and she died young, why did another one pop up?

"Uncle Yao's family, his name is Jiu, Wang Jiujiu." Rong Shisan blew on the tea bowl: "Girl, this time we have to compete with you for business, and the Rong family has had a hard time recently. Why don't we go back to Jun Pour something out of Yihuang's tomb? Just pick up two or three pieces of furnishings in her main room, enough for our two families to eat for a few years after closing the door."

As soon as Rong Shisan finished speaking, Lan Zui's handbag started to move.Lan Zui is helpless, why does this person talk without looking at the situation?Bao's movement startled everyone in the room, and Lan Zui had no choice but to open the mouth and take out Jun Yihuang and put it on the case.

"Bold!" Jun Yihuang glared at Rong Shisan as soon as she came to the table, although the ball couldn't tell where the eyes were and the mouth was, Lan Zui knew she was out of breath after staying with her for so long.

"Xiao Huang, he was joking!" Lan Zui hurriedly comforted him.

"Xiao Huang?" Rong Shisan wanted to laugh at first, but Lan Zui called him out, and he couldn't help it anymore, he choked a mouthful of tea into the esophagus and coughed until his lungs almost spit out.

The remaining three big men had no time to care about Rong Shisan, they were dumbfounded at the moving and talking paper doll on the table.

"Lan Zui! Don't call me Xiao Huang!" Jun Yihuang was so angry, why did she agree to Bai Suhe in a moment of insanity, and gave up Chen Yifei to send her soul to a paper doll to be controlled by others!

"Junjun, Junjun! I was wrong, okay!" Lan Zui was afraid that Jun Yihuang's disturbance would cause other people to look at him, so he hurriedly comforted her.

"Tsk tsk, girl, it seems that you and Miss Jun get along very well. I didn't expect to bring it with you when you come to the tea party. How about it? Let's discuss it and go again?"

"Rong Shisan, that's enough!" Rong Shisan was still smiling, Lan Zui was so angry that he didn't care about the temperament he should wear in a cheongsam, and shouted directly.Looking at Uncle Zhong's sullen face, Lan Zui was on the verge of crying.

She knew that Rong Shisan was a disaster at all.