The Strange Memoir/C1 Zheng's ancient history
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C1 Zheng's ancient history

I'm in the antique business.

In a small and unknown place, there was a small and unknown store.

The reason why it was called an unknown small place wasn't because it was really unknown, but because when the former glory gradually faded away, it had already been forgotten by everyone in a corner of their memories that might never be flipped back up.

Next to it was the world-famous ancient capital of the ten thousand dynasties, Chang'an. And this place was called Weicheng.

Chang An's fame had taken away all of its glory, and very few people knew that the Weicheng's glory had even surpassed the entire world.

The Chinese people who often thought of themselves as Chinese, other than the real old scholars, no one else knew. The origin of the two words "China", was this Weicheng.

I like antiques, and I even like all kinds of antiques and Old Object s that have lived for many years. I firmly believe that every single Old Object has something special on them, or it could be said that I only like those things that have special things.

My father used to say that this might be true, that our ancestors had made their way through antiquity, and that we liked to fiddle about with strange things.

However, during the era when his grandfather was a warlord, the chaotic environment was no longer enough to maintain the ancestral antiques shop. After that, they had no choice but to close the business. Many things were taken care of, and a portion of them were taken away by the warlords.

As a result, when the famous "Zheng's Ancient Rite" fell, his grandfather and his grandma were living in seclusion in the city.

Then came his father's generation. As the domestic environment gradually improved, his grandfather's mind became more active again. He often told his father that the Zheng Family's ancient path could not be completely destroyed, otherwise, he would not be able to face the ancestors even after his death.

However, what made them feel helpless was that although the environment had gradually stabilized, it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to reconstruct the glory of the Zheng family.

After that, following the arrival of that disaster, the people who looked like they had gone crazy madly destroying all kinds of cultural relics and Old Object s, even willing to beat their compatriots to the point of bleeding to the point of torture and death.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to defy the will of the people in this world?

When his grandfather saw this situation, his heart turned incomparably cold. In the end, he was still too young to have the courage to continue being hot-blooded, not to mention that there was still a family that needed to take care of.

He could only drop the matter and suppress the old tutor to the bottom of his heart, never to bring it up again.

However, his father said that since then, his grandfather had aged very quickly, almost every year. Others had only lived a year, but time seemed to have cut off three times on his body.

Bai happened very early and his body aged quickly. Not long later, he who was just over half a hundred already looked like he was already old, as if an old man in his seventies was waiting for the last day of his life.

Fortunately, my father had a job and married my mother, and the family life was not rich but not miserable.

After a few more years, his grandpa's body completely collapsed. Not just his body, but his spirit had also collapsed after a night of sleepless nights. It was as if he had become an old man, and many times, he didn't even recognize his grandma and his only son.

After the last old Chinese doctor examined his grandfather's pulse and heart, he told his grandmother and father that they had a heart attack. His heart had been suppressed for too long, and when the water was full, it would overflow. That night, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out in full force.

As for when he would be able to swallow his anger, these four words were, "It's up to the heavens to decide."

In fact, everyone in the family knew where the root of his grandfather's illness lay. The older generation viewed the things of their ancestors with special importance, and thought that it was the glory of their family.

It was probably because of this reason that his grandfather hadn't swallowed his anger for all these years. He just looked at the world in a daze, with his eyes blurry and his eye sockets sunken deep. As for me, I like to sit by my grandfather's side when I have nothing else to do, because I always feel that it can help me understand more.

For example, calming the heart, or calming the breathing.

This kind of aura contained the ups and downs of an old man's life, and concealed within it was an endless wisdom.

During that time, a major event occurred. It was also because after that huge incident, his muddleheaded grandfather refused to drink even a single mouthful of medicine.

Grandma went and hanged herself one day after she had taken my grandfather's medicine. The long white silk that hung on the beam of the house and the grandmother's body that hung on the white silk scared me to the point of crying. Because that night, I seemed to see my grandmother wandering under the beams of the house.

Later on, when my grandfather was still awake, he chatted with me for a while and talked about my grandmother. It was also from then on that I learned a bit about this matter. At that time, my grandmother, an elder who had always been kind to me, had passed away ten years ago.

Grandfather said that the other day, his grandmother went out the front door, and he immediately sobered up.

Because when Grandma went out, she accidentally knocked a vase off the wooden shelf near the door and it shattered.

However, he called out to his grandma twice, but she didn't respond. She just thought he was talking nonsense again and hurriedly went to the pharmacy to get some medicine.

The vase was not a rare item, and its age was not that long. It was probably something produced in the late Qing Dynasty. However, its origins were a real headache for the people in this business.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the things in the palace would always give off an evil aura that made people uncomfortable. That vase was said to be the decoration in the room of a talented person who had never seen the emperor before he was thrown into a well and died.

This bottle was filled with resentment, but it was also quite exquisite. It was a rare and technical treasure. Grandfather liked it very much, so he placed it on a wooden shelf beside the door and slowly used the vitality of the Yang Mansion to disperse the grievances that were wrapped around it.

If that goes on for a few more years, that thing will become a genuine antique, not what we call a 'red object'.

However, that day, his grandmother crashed into it and it shattered. Thus, her grudge, which had always been locked in the 'red object', was not resolved in time. On the way back, she received her revenge.

Red items were a taboo item to ordinary people. Most antique shop owners would try their best to avoid the flow of 'red objects' to the ordinary people, but people die for money. In this era where the mention of antiques would make people's eyes shine, who would believe that this kind of thing was taboo?

Therefore, the later generations, the more strange things would happen. In fact, a large portion of them came from the Old Object that those people had treated as their life. No one could guarantee that the item in his hand was not a taboo item, because no one would believe that no one would be able to recognize it. Even if they half believed it, their heads would still be clouded by its value.

Regarding this sort of thing, people could only sigh at their own sins and not live.

After opening the antique shop for a few years, he had seen a lot of them, and since he could do nothing about it, he decided to just let it go. I kindly remind you that if you don't listen, I'll advise you again. If you don't listen, I'll patiently tell you something you need to pay attention to for free.

As for whether you've noticed it or not, it has no effect on me at all. At most, he would only sigh when he found out that something happened because he didn't notice.

Speaking of me running this Zheng's antique shop, what made me feel that it had some value was that it had solved one of my grandfather's worries. When he found out that I had such a thought, he became even more spirited and took me into an underground space in my home that I never knew existed.

There were many items on display, but only a few were red. Every time I thought about it, I thought about an oath that the stubborn old man had forced me to make: Once I got my hands on something red, I was not allowed to act unless it was red or there was an irresistible force behind it.

Other than the Zheng Family, there were also several antique shops that had inherited this philosophy. Even if they had been reduced to a state where they couldn't open a pot, they would only quietly seal or pass these things on to their trusted peers. Otherwise, they would rather never see the world, than pass them on to ordinary people.

It was hard for outsiders to imagine what a horrifying scene it would be when so many 'red objects' were placed together. It was not a visual shock, but a sensory stimulus. Even in the hottest air, you feel a chill coming out of your body.

Sometimes when one is in the middle of it, one can often hear or sing or laugh or cry. But what interests me the most is a kind of nagging, vague, kind of infatuation.

It was as if he could feel an unforgettable vow resounding between a bracelet and a snuff bottle. This was something from the Ming Dynasty. It wasn't very precious among those red objects, but it was extremely auspicious and made me love it greatly.

During the days when the Zheng Clan's Ancient Street opened again, his grandfather was incomparably spirited and was no longer confused in the slightest. But that, too, was the last of it.

He let out his last breath and called me to his room before he went to bed on the third night, telling me again and again that he had been dreaming about Grandma lately, and that she had probably wanted him to come and see him so much that he never woke up again.

It was a happy occasion, and everyone in the family thought so. He didn't cry out loud. Instead, he walked away peacefully.

Since the old man insisted, there was no longer a need to torture himself in this world. An Anning would go down and occasionally look at this world, at his descendants, and then it would be considered perfect.

Actually, sometimes making an antique was a form of conscience. People always said that ten things were nine false. They said that it was a deceptive method that tested one's eyesight. However, they did not know that the money they earned was mostly spent on maintaining the reddened objects.

To put it bluntly, this was burning money, or burning money. Sometimes you have to wait on them as carefully as if you were serving your lord, so that the anger that is locked on these objects will slowly dissipate.

His father didn't really like this kind of thing, so he always had the attitude of avoiding it. Even at the beginning, he didn't quite agree with me opening the store, but I did because of Grandpa. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly, all because of his father.

Actually, his father had always held a sense of guilt towards his grandfather.

The Zheng family was one of a kind. He almost broke it in his hands. His grandfather had been depressed over it for decades. Thus, everything that happened afterwards was reasonable. He did not support it, but neither did he object to it.

On the other hand, my mother has been trying to persuade me all these years, so I could only helplessly tell her that there was no way to turn back now.

There was an ancient saying that stated that once you entered the palace, it was as deep as the sea. In fact, there was another saying that was difficult to leave after entering the palace.

Subjective, objective spectating factors were not the most important. What was important was that this thing was really addictive. Once touched, come in, will be mesmerized uncontrollable.

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