My parents are antiques.
At the end of the year, I lived in a villa, drove a luxury car, went out with bodyguards, and lived with a nanny.
In the past nine years, my parents dismissed the servants and sold all the valuable things in the house and my family. They planned to go to the Western Region to buy the "Buddha's Sky Beads" and gave me to Uncle Tang.
Before leaving, my parents told me that they would be back in at most half a year.
But I waited for a whole year, and there was no news of my parents.
Moreover, Uncle Tang was suddenly bedridden.
Aunt Tang took all of Uncle Tang's belongings and ran away with a little yellow-haired man.
For the first time in my life, I felt infinite panic.
"In order to feed myself and my sick uncle Tang, I, an eight-year-old, joined the "Pedy".
At the gate of the train station, they stared at the tourists coming out, dragged their pants, and sold them to fake Yuan Big-head. They were not allowed to leave without paying.
There were more than a dozen of us, all of whom were children of eight or nine years old. We were controlled by an 18-year-old boy named "Brother Cong".
"Each person's task is 20 yuan per day. Give us one piece to buy two steamed buns for dinner."
"If I don't get the money, Brother Cong will hit me."
Because I'm the youngest, I often can't complete missions. I've been beaten the most, and I'm the most miserable.
I remember that on a snowy day, there were few tourists. I only needed five yuan.
Brother Hun pulled me to the well and knocked my head against it. As he hit it hard, he scolded me for being a fool.
There was a large hole in my head that bled a lot.
Brother Qun pulled his pee, mixed it with the snow, and stuffed the snowball into my wound.
He stood on the side and looked at my head, which was bleeding painfully. He put his hands on his hips and laughed. "A stupid dog that can't eat fresh shit! Hahaha!"
The pain of the wound, the piercing snow, and the stench of shit...
I can't forget the feeling of humiliation for the rest of my life.
At that time, I swore that I would make Brother Qun suffer a fate worse than death in the future.
That day, I almost crawled back to Uncle Tang's house.
I didn't get a penny. I'll cook butter soup.
There was a little butter made of abandoned meat in the boiled water, a piece of chopped chopped chopped chopped spring onion, a bowl for Uncle Tang, and a bowl for himself.
Uncle Tang was drinking soup on the bed. Looking at the blood oozing down from my forehead, he cried.
He showed me two photos.
One is my dad's, and the other is my mom's.
My father hung the golden bell upside down on the tree. His eyes were dug out, and his pupils were badly mutilated.
My mom was lying on the ground like a frog, and her limbs were nailed with steel nails the length of a baby's arm.
"In Jianghu, your father was called 'Ghost Eyes', and your mother was called 'Buddha'. Half a year ago, they were killed."
"They won't let you step into this cruel industry. But you are too young and miserable. I can't stand it."
"Three days later, someone will come to you. You go with that person and learn hard. Don't forget your uncle."
Before he had time to ask the reason.
All of a sudden, Uncle Tang's eyes bulged and he spat out white foam. He let out a beast-like roar from his throat and swallowed his breath.
He committed suicide by taking the poison.
The poison was withered grass.
When the police arrived, they found the will under Uncle Tang's pillow.
The letter emphasized something repeatedly, "Don't send Su Chen to the orphanage. His sister will come to pick him up."
I don't have a sister.
But three days later, I saw a girl with a ponytail at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
She was more beautiful than any TV star I had ever seen. She looked like an immortal coming out of a painting, but her expression was very cold. She asked me to call her "Sister Jiu'er".
The first thing Sister Nine asked me was, "Do you want to take revenge?"
I gritted my teeth and nodded.
Sister Jiu'er took out a fake Yuan Big-head from my pocket and asked, "What's this?"
I replied, "Bighead Yuan, Brother Hun gave me money for cheating. It's a copy of a small workshop. The cost is f*cking high."
Sister Nine snorted coldly and said, "I said it's real. It's worth 20,000 yuan."
I said stubbornly, "It's fake! I've seen it before!"
Upon hearing this, Sister Nine slapped me to the ground.
Blood oozed from the corner of my mouth, and I glared at her fiercely.
Sister Jiu'er said, "Remember! Whether an antique is real or not, it depends on words. An antique is not an antique, but a human being! If I say it's real, then it's real!"
The first lesson of the enlightenment.
It was a fake Yuan Big-head with a big slap on the face.
Sister Nine took me all over the country to teach me how to read, write, and use all kinds of skills.
For the first time, I knew that antiques relied on their bodies to survive.
His eyes were sharp, his ears were sharp, his mouth was sharp, his tongue was sharp, and his nose was sensitive. His hands and feet were moving in the air!
He wore an eye mask and looked at the words "year seal script" which were shaking rapidly like a mosquito. He heard the whispers from more than ten meters away in the market. He took off his clothes more than 20 degrees away and read the classical ancient methods with ice in his mouth. He licked the old age of Tian Yu with his hot and swollen tongue, and smelled the temperature of the pot when it was ready to be made...
It was to the extent where he could capture and kill people!
Sister Jiu'er told me, "Being pregnant is the same as being pregnant with thunder! Being alive is the king, and a bowl of rotten earth is dead!"
I've been following Sister Jiu'er all those years. I've seen too much.
Because of antiques, some people fell from poor to rich overnight, from rich people to beggars on the street, from wives to filial piety to broken people...
"Is this an antique?"
I don't know.
That's because Sister Nine said that I'm not familiar with skills, that my temperament is unstable, and I don't have enough killing intent. I've always been allowed to watch, listen, talk, practice, and do things, but I'm not allowed to really participate.
On the day of my 20th birthday, Sister Nine took out two bottles of white wine, which was rarely seen. She drank one of them quietly.
"How many years have you been with me?"
"Ten years."
"How's your ability?"
"There are many things that I don't understand."
"Wrong! You've already surpassed me, and I can't teach you anymore. Once you step out of this door, you'll be the god of the antique world!"
"..."
"Your father's name is Ghost Eyes, and your mother's name is Buddha. In the future, your name is God Su."
"Then what's your name?"
Hearing this, for the first time in ten years, Sister Nine smiled at me.
Her cheeks were flushed red, and she smelled the mixed fragrance of wine and body fragrance. Sister Jiu'er was extremely beautiful.
Sister Jiu'er giggled and said, "My name is Sister Immortal."
I picked up the bottle of white liquor and took a sip. My eyes were scarlet. "Sister, I will definitely become a god!"
After that, I threw the bottle to the ground.
The glass was broken into four pieces!
I'll say goodbye to it after ten years!
Beautiful Sister Jiu'er, I'll say goodbye to her too!
This is the first time in my life that I've been drunk.
The banquet had numbed my nerves, made me lose my will to fight, and made me lose my sense of touch. Sister Nine had never allowed me to touch her before.
That day, Sister Jiu'er was surprisingly gentle.
In a trance, she helped me to bed and helped me take off my clothes, even my underwear.
Under the influence of the alcohol, an inexperienced young man smelled the woman's fragrance, and his eyes were full of the attractive face of an immortal...
I'm like a beast.
He abandoned all the fear, fear, and gratitude he had for Sister Jiu'er in the past ten years and crazily pressed her under his body.
Sister Nine was like the red clouds in the sky, lightly and gently melting me...
