Binjiang Park is a geomantic treasure. Although it is open and the sun has set, tourists still linger.
The street lights were all turned on, and the last group of tourists were preparing to leave. Under the street lamp, an old man was sitting quietly on a mat, with a mysterious smile on his face.
The old man was dressed plainly and cleanly. There is a yellow schoolbag in front of him, which looks old. On top of the schoolbag, there is a piece of wood. Well, a wooden pillow to be exact. The shape of the pillow is very rustic, but the wood looks new.
A curious young man stepped forward: "Master, do you sell this pillow?" The
uncle still kept smiling and nodded.
"How much?" The young man picked up the pillow and looked at it, then asked casually.
The old man still smiled and said nothing, only stretched out two rough fingers. The joints of the fingers are covered with calluses.
"Twenty?" The
old man shook his head.
"Two hundred?" The young man was a little surprised.
Unfortunately, the old man still shook his head.
The young man was puzzled, and asked incredulously, "Two thousand?" The
old man nodded affirmatively.
What kind of wooden pillow can sell for two thousand yuan? The young man became even more curious: "Master, is this an antique?"
"No, I made it myself." The old man replied again.
The young man was completely dumbfounded. The sycamore wood pillow he made by himself cost two thousand, why?
"Hey, everyone, come and see, here is a pillow with a sky-high price." The young man shouted at the tourists with a smile.
The crowd gathered around, and after knowing the situation, they started booing.
The old man didn't care about these arguments at all, and he felt like Jiang Taigong was fishing. He leisurely turned the wooden sleeper over, only to see the word "Lian" engraved on the wood: "This is called a police sleeper. I bought it for a senior official, and he will definitely like it. It's worth the price."
A group of people laughed loudly, The young man threw out a sentence: "You are the father of a high official."
After speaking, a group of people laughed and left. Under the street lamp, the lonely figure of the old man remained.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses came, without further ado, he took out two thousand yuan from his pocket and handed it to the old man, and picked up the pillow. Only then did the old man stand up, carefully put the money into the schoolbag, and asked happily: "Little brother, are you an official?" The
middle-aged man nodded: "
That's right." Officer! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so knowledgeable.” The old man sighed.
The middle-aged man didn't answer the old man's question, but smiled and held the old man's arm, and picked up the Maza casually: "Come on, I'll help you."
"You bought this pillow, you have to sleep on it every day, but Don’t forget it. If you sleep on it, you won’t make mistakes, understand?” the old man emphasized as he walked.
The middle-aged man nodded silently, and helped the old man walk out of the park.
"If you buy my pillow, you can be a good official. It's worth it. Let me tell you, being a good official is better than doing anything else. The family doesn't have to worry about you anymore." The old man was rambling.
"That's right, I have a good father." The middle-aged man took offense this time.
"What does your father do?" the old man asked.
"I used to be a carpenter." The middle-aged man replied.
The old man was a little dazed, as if he remembered something: "I used to be a carpenter, and I have a son who is also an official!"
"Then he asked you to sell pillows? It's not filial." The middle-aged man sighed.
The old man waved his hand: "No. He is busy, so we can't trouble him."
Helping the old man through a threshold, the middle-aged man couldn't help reminding the old man, "Dad, pay attention to the threshold." The
old man nodded half-understanding: "Well, let's go home.
" The shadow of this pair of father and son is stretched very long, very long.
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