90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 307: Smile

Confucian Temple, this street was not very long. But in this street, there were 288 houses.

Each building was a separate building.

In every building, there was an antique business.

Its prosperity and scale were not smaller than the biggest second-hand goods market in Beijing either. But for some unknown reasons, the Confucian Temple was not very famous nationwide.

Only those who really liked to study antiques knew this place.

Moreover, most of the buildings in the Confucian Temple were handed down from the Qing Dynasty. Only a few of them were damaged during the war and then repaired. However, as the technology continued to mature, the Confucian Temple still maintained a classic style.

Normally, when tourists came here, most of them didn't really want to buy antiques but admiring the buildings, taking pictures, looking at the scenery, or having nostalgia instead.

However, because of what happened in the Wensheng Antique Shop, today's Confucian Temple had lost its former popularity in but a few minutes.

On the empty street, there were only two people, Ye Bei and Lu Wensheng.

"Then, sir, you and I have not seen each other for decades, and my life is about to come to an end too. I have no attachment or concern for this world. And since there are still three days left, can I spend the remaining days by following behind sir?"

Lu Wensheng bent over, lowered his head, and hobbled behind Ye Bei. His voice was hoarse and firm.

"Can." Ye Bei walked quietly.

His indifferent eyes still looked at the surrounding scenery leisurely. After hearing Lu Wensheng's voice, he spoke softly.

But after this word was passed to Lu Wensheng's ears, the meaning was completely different.

Lu Wensheng, who was crocking his body, looked overjoyed.

"Yes, sir." Lu Wensheng said with excitement, "Although I have stayed in the Confucian Temple for these years, I still set up a lot of properties when I was in East China Sea City earlier. If sir needs it, I will take you there now. Of course, I am very familiar with some famous leisure and eating places in the East China Sea City too."

When he said these words, Lu Wensheng deliberately speeded up.

"I don't need it for the time being, there are still things I need in the Confucian Temple."

Hearing this, Lu Wensheng quickly said, "Sir, I am absolutely familiar with the Confucian Temple. I even know the antique furnishings in every shop. If sir wants it, just tell me directly."

For decades, there were some things that Lu Wensheng would never forget.

Had it not been for Ye Bei to rescue him from the war, he, Lu Wensheng might have died long ago.

Had it not been for Ye Bei to give him magical powers, perhaps his whole life, Lu Wensheng, would be like a refugee in a war. In that chaotic era, he would be displaced to death instead.

Although he collected a lot of antiques for Ye Bei to repay his promise, Lu Wensheng understood that these things were not enough to repay Ye Bei's kindness.

And so, he just wanted to do something for Ye Bei in his last year.

"Just stay beside me, I will pick it up that thing naturally." Ye Bei's voice came feebly.

Rumble...

The sky full of dark clouds collided fiercely, making a deafening sound of thunder.

Shoo, shoo!

Immediately, an unprecedented heavy rain showered directly from the sky.

Every drop of rain was the size of a soybean.

Crackle, crackle...

When it fell on the ground, it kept crackling.

Some raindrops also fell on Lu Wensheng's body, almost instantly, making his clothes and hair soaked.

However, in this case, Lu Wensheng still worked hard to raise his head.

His eyes focused on Ye Bei.

Although the rain was heavy, when he was behind Ye Bei's body, he was blocked by a magical film, forming a magical white cover.

Except for the sound of rain, this street was extremely quiet.

Ye Bei soon stopped and turned around.

It seemed that there was no goal, so he entered an antique shop next to him very casually.

Lu Wensheng also quickly followed.

...

There were too many antique shops in the Confucian Temple.

Almost every one, except for some of the antiques in the columns, was different. The others were more or less similar.

The same was true for the antique shop that Ye Bei entered.

The shop was not big.

Shelves were placed around the lobby.

On the shelves, there were all kinds of antiquities that appeared to be full of traces of time.

But most of the antiquities were imitations of modern craftsmanship, which were then made old through special techniques.

Only a few were genuine.

But genuine or not, in many cases, even the boss himself couldn't tell.

When Ye Bei and Lu Wensheng walked in, in the lobby of this shop, there was actually a young clerk sitting.

The clerk was wiping porcelain attentively.

The action was very slow as though he was afraid that the porcelain would be broken.

After hearing a sound at the door, he still did not look back.

Instead, he continued to wipe the porcelain very seriously, and slowly said, "It seems that something happened in the Confucian Temple just now. Many people have run out of this street. Why are you still buying antiques at this time?"

Ye Bei carried his hands on his back. He did not answer and remained silent.

That casual gaze looked quietly on the shelf of this shop.

Lu Wensheng wiped the rain off his face with his hand, then glanced at the clerk a little seriously, and then said hoarsely, "I'm just here to have a look. I'm not going to purchase anything. It's raining heavily outside."

"Oh?" After the clerk heard this, he stopped the movement in his hand.

Then he put away the rag and turned around, looking at Ye Bei and Lu Wensheng with some curiosity.

He was taken aback a while, but soon, his complexion returned to flatness again.

"All the antiquities in our shop are clearly priced. You can look at them. As long as you don't break them, you can discuss anything. By the way, this old gentleman, I think you got caught in the rain just now as your clothes are also wet. There is a dry cloth here, you can wipe your body."

The clerk continued.

And after this, he casually opened a drawer above a shelf and took out a clean towel from it.

"No, I'll just look at it casually. It doesn't matter if my clothes are wet." Lu Wensheng waved his hand.

The clerk ignored it and just threw the towel over.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and his voice increased a little, "Hey! Old sir, you don't have to be polite. In fact, cleaning your body from the rain is only a secondary reason. Many things in my antique shop are very valuable but not so durable, and they are afraid of water. It doesn't matter if you are sick, I'm afraid of you ruining my antique."

"Interesting." Lu Wensheng took the towel and grinned slightly.