sealing the wood to separate yin and yang.When a coffin lid is being nailed down, six nails and seven nails are normal. But if it's less than six, that's not good.Five nails are called soul-binding n...Before leaving, Sun the Elder only took away one bronze artifact. He said it was a sample for people to see. This time was different from usual; dozens of bronze artifacts were stolen. Those who weren't strong enough couldn't handle it at all.

And Wang's idea was to dispose of it all at once, get his money and leave this place as soon as possible.

To our surprise, several days passed without any news. This left our team on edge, worried sick that something had happened or that Sun Lao Da had had us arrested.

Sun Laosan has been staying in his hotel room these days, hardly venturing out. He spends all day drawing on white paper. I've caught glimpses of his work a few times, and at a glance, it was clear what he was doing. The lines on the white paper are outlines of an underground stone gate. Sun Laosan has experience opening natural stones before, but a stone this large and heavy is beyond him.

I know he's so obsessed with the gate stone, it's self-deception, self-comfort. Something we couldn't open together, could his second brother really push it open on his own

He's having a nervous breakdown.

Let me give you a simple example. Suppose someone only has ten dollars, but they go to the most expensive designer clothing store. The salesperson knows they can't afford anything, but they can't ask them to leave. So, this person keeps trying on all sorts of styles of clothes they can't buy.

Son Lao San is in this state now, and we don't know how to advise him.

On the third day, I went to look for Li Jing because I suddenly remembered that it was her birthday. I didn't know if anyone was still coming to collect debts at her house. Anyway, I was just sitting idle in the hotel, so I decided to celebrate Li Jing's birthday and give her a birthday present.

Back then, cassette players were all the rage. You know, those plastic boxes that you put magnetic tapes into Nowadays, young people have probably never even seen one. But back in the day, if someone had a Walkman, they would definitely flaunt it. Holding up this half-kilo heavy Walkman with one hand and making sure the headphone wires were visible was the ultimate way to show off. You were the most stylish guy around, and girls would turn their heads to look at you.

There were two songs that were particularly popular at the time, one was Zheng Xiuwen's "Mei Fei Se Wu," this song was catchy and upbeat, it was really stuck in my head.

There's also a song called "Across the Street Girl," sung by Ren Xianqi. As for the later popular songs "Mouse Loves Rice" and "Pray to Buddha," those came out several years after that.

I spent a few hundred to buy a Sony Walkman from the music store. Of course, I had to buy tapes too, these things were really expensive back then. The Japanese really made a killing selling these things.

All this money was my expense allowance, I didn't spend it all and saved it up. It really pains me to think about it.

At the turn of the millennium, funeral love families were all the rage. With spiked hair and ripped jeans, it was just plain silly. But Li Jing found herself oddly interested in these things.

Upon arriving, Li Mu went to the riverbank for work. Li Jing was alone at home.

“To Li Jing, wishing you a happy birthday and may you grow more and more beautiful,” I said as soon as I entered the room and gave her the walkman.

"Thank you," Li Jing blushed as she accepted the Walkman. For a moment, the atmosphere between us was awkward because we both thought of what happened that night at the small hotel.

In the small inn, I ran away out of fear.

After a moment of awkward silence, Li Jing suddenly looked up at me. "Yunfeng, you go to No. 1 High School, right I'm doing my homework now, and I have a few math equations that I don't understand. Could you teach me My mom also said that you should help me with my studies if you have time."

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Then my face turned black.

I don't know any math formulas, I'm not even a student from that school. I was just making it up to her. I don't know any math equations, but I do know how to rob graves, though I wouldn't dare teach her that.

I took the paper, and looking at those ghostly scribbles, like tadpole characters from some ancient script, I broke out in a cold sweat. I couldn't understand a word of it.

She handed me the pen and said, "How do you do it, Yunfeng Write out the steps for me."

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I remember it was written on a scroll at the time, but I forgot exactly what it said. I think I first drew a circle and then a square, just scribbling randomly anyway.

After seeing my masterpiece on the test paper, Li Jing's jaw dropped. She asked me in confusion what kind of method this was.

I told him at the time that this was a later course, and that he hadn't learned it yet. I said that he would be able to understand it once he had learned it.

As we were chatting, two more Li Jing classmates came to celebrate her birthday. They were both boys, one of whom had dyed his entire head red, except for a single tuft on his forehead that was yellow. He was also wearing chain pants. This was a typical "shama" boy.

"Li Jing, Happy Birthday," Xiaohuangmao said with a smile as he handed over a small cake.y other text you'd like me to translate!I raised my glass and, after a toast, drank it down in one go.Old Wang put down his cup, grabbed a peanut, and said, "I heard you're still dealing in antiques....