C1 Antique Shop

Spring had just arrived. Perhaps the gentle wind was a little chilly, but the busy people did not seem to care. They were minding their own business on this not very busy road, and no one had time to pay attention to the old antique shop by the side.

In the antique shop, an average looking young man was drooling over an exquisite jade pot, trying to figure out how much money he would get if he sold it.

"YiMing!" "I've told you so many times that you're not allowed to touch my jade pot. That's the most precious treasure in my shop, you wouldn't be able to afford to sell it even if it was damaged. Stinky brat, you can't learn from other people, he's a hundred times more sensible than you are," the Tang Ancestor said as he took up his crutch and stomped his feet in anger. He already had a head full of silver hair, but he was still as confident as ever when it came to lecturing people. Zhijie raised his head. There was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his white face, giving off a scholarly air. He was already used to this sort of drama, so he did not bother replying to the old man.

"Tsk, if you had the money to help me get into university, I would be as sensible as him." He returned the jade pot to its original position and sat down next to Zhijie. He picked up a book, casually flipped through a few pages of English for the college entrance examination, frowned, and threw it back onto the table. Zhijie helplessly smiled, then took the English book and placed it back on the right side of the table.

"For you to go to college? What do I have to offer, my life! The old man sighed, put his crutches aside, and sat down on the table. He picked up his pack and took out a cigarette, then reached for the matchbox. While he was playing with the match, he saw his grandfather quickly flicking the matchbox towards his grandfather. He watched him and then took the matchbox back and continued to play with it.

"Sigh …" "Speaking of which, you are also a bitter child. It's all your father's fault, that disappointing bastard."

Yi Ming handed his grandpa an ashtray and impatiently stopped him, "Alright grandpa, stop saying that. Who is that beast? It's your son, my dad. Even if we don't recognize him now, we're still related."

"Eh? "Child, how can you speak like that?" The old man shook the ash from his cigarette and continued smoking, but he no longer talked about what had just happened. Yi Ming curled his lips and sat back down next to Zhijie. His eyes were still staring at the jade pot as he thought about how he could steal it and sell it. If he sold it at a good price, he would be able to repay the debt.

Ziggy glanced out the window at the street, then at his watch, then at the sign beside him indicating the time.

"Noon so soon!" Sigh … We have to go spend money again, grandpa. Just sit down, the two of us will go out and buy something to eat. " After saying that, he stretched his legs and stood up, putting away the book in his hands. Yi Ming looked up at him, then deliberately pressed his shoulder and said, "Today we're not giving food to the big bloke. You're taller than me, you're smarter than me."

"Come on, you're taller than me. If you're smart, I would be ashamed of myself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have needed to study to the death." Zhijie slapped his hand away and looked at the mountain of books on the table with hidden bitterness. He knew in his heart that with his brain, he could have easily gotten into university. Unfortunately, at this crucial moment, he had to take a break from school.

"Just be content with what you have. I don't even have the chance to study to the death." Just as he said this, he knew he said the wrong thing again. He hastily pulled Zhijie and ran out of the store, but the moment he closed the door, he clearly heard Old Master Tang sigh. This heavy sound struck at his heart, causing him to want to cry. Looking through the glass window at his grandfather's haggard back, and then looking at the jade pot on the shelf, he secretly made up his mind. Even if his grandfather scolded him, he would still do this.

After buying lunch, the two strolled back and forth. Seeing Yi Ming's depressed look, Zhijie was really upset, "Yi Ming, are you really not planning to go to university? With your abilities, you can easily enter a famous university. Isn't that your dream all along? Why are you now …"

"Zhijie." Yi Ming stopped and took a deep breath. He did not look up, but Zhijie still felt his sadness. "My dad ran away after paying a huge debt. You should know my grandpa's stubborn personality. It's impossible for him to give up this antique shop. I can only give up my studies and dream to accompany him. After all, we …" As he said this, Yi Ming suddenly raised his head and forced a smile, "After all, we only have one relative. You and I are different, my good brother will definitely fulfill our dreams for me!"