One day, Song Wangyu walked around the towering carved nanmu screen wall and walked into the pawn shop. Not as a contractor, looking up at the high counter and the figure in the smoke behind. Instead, he leaped forward and turned into an emerald bird with brilliant blue feathers, landing on the high platform with its head held high. At this time, gold dust floated in the air, and sunlight penetrated the screen. Amid the dappled light and shadow, the pawn shop was deserted. There is only a jade-carved bird with spread wings standing behind the window, lifelike.
Small Theater
Song Wangyu had a dream one night. He dreamed that he was half-reclining on a recliner like an old man. Fang Liulian was bent over and lighting a cigarette for him eagerly. He reported respectfully: "Yesterday, those bosses came to the door of our bank again, crying and shouting, begging you to take those treasures."
"Don't worry about it, our pawn shop doesn't want all kinds of cats and dogs." As he spoke, smoke rings curled up, and the white mist made it difficult to see his face.
"Yes, yes, I will drive them away later. What kind of fun do you want to have today?"
The mist cleared, and Fang Liulian looked at him flatteringly.
Song Wangyu was frightened and woke up before he could answer. He came to the window and looked out quietly: Fang Liulian was pacing over, lying in the rocking chair like an old man. The girl next to him hurriedly offered the tea cup. While he was drinking, he looked up and stretched out his hand to wave.
Song Wangyu covered his face: What a dream that goes against Tiangang.
Intention: The most important thing is to be happy