I can see things attached to the antiques.
I can tell at a glance whether a painting is alive or dead, whether a piece of porcelain is real or fake.
Relying on these eyes to pick up the slack in Panjiayuan, I have only one purpose - to collect 500,000 yuan to perform surgery on my sister.
Until I picked up a token from an inconspicuous stall, an old man with white hair and beard came to the door.
"When did that line on your palm appear?"
He told me that my father was not dead. Thirty years ago, he left seven artifacts and walked alone into the back hall of the Yangxin Hall of the Forbidden City and never came out again.
And the golden lines that were exactly the same as those of my father were slowly getting hot in the palm of my hand.
Seven artifacts, seven layers of seals. I searched one by one, from Panjiayuan to the abandoned quarry, from the cold storage in the suburbs of Beijing to the bottom of the well in the technical department. I found that what my father had locked was more than just a bronze mirror.
The mother's echo is sealed in the mirror, and beneath the seal lies an ancient existence called "tide" by the people of the Warring States Period. It surfaces every three hundred years to breathe, and my father used his own blood to forcibly suppress its next rise for thirty years.
Now, the seal is starting to loosen.
There was only one sentence in the last notebook my father left me -
"Look at the list. Don't jump. The last item is in the mirror. Not in the mirror, but in the mirror."
