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Yang Jing couldn't tell why the painting attracted his attention so much, but it happened that the strong sense of attraction made him want to go there involuntarily.
Yang Jing was shocked by this feeling. He had never experienced such a feeling since he was young. He felt strongly attracted, like... Well, it was like something in his body was attracted by the painting.
"Hmm? Something in her body is attracted?" Yang Jing, who regained consciousness, immediately realized that what was really attracted by the painting was not herself, but the holy ring in her body!
Yang Jing immediately asked about the holy ring. To Yang Jing's surprise, the holy ring, which almost knew everything about his problems these days, was silent at this time. But as the host of the holy ring, Yang Jing can clearly feel the holy ring's desire for the painting.
It's like a traveler who has been thirsty in the desert for five or six days and suddenly sees the desire generated by the oasis
Since he got the holy ring, it seems that there has never been such a situation, which shocked Yang Jing. At the same time, this unusual performance of the holy ring also made Yang Jing suddenly understand one thing, that is, since this painting volume can strongly attract the holy ring, it must be right to take it down!
The so-called "kill mistakes and don't let go", isn't that such a reason?
Although Yang Jing still doesn't know why this rather shabby picture brings such a strong attraction to the holy ring, it's absolutely right to take it down now that this happens!
So Yang Jing didn't care to go back, ran a few steps, came to the middle-aged man who was cleaning up the stall, smiled and said, "brother, can you clean up slowly? Let me have a look at the picture?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Yang Jing and the sky. He was a little embarrassed and said, "big brother, it's light this day. If I don't go, an administrator may come to catch me in a while..."
These days, there is no difference between Jinling and Yanjing. Just a few years after the great turmoil, people are still very vigilant. In particular, these stall owners in the ghost market may be caught if they don't pay attention, and then they may be caught in a big hat of speculation
At this time, she was close to the painting, and Yang Jing could feel the desire of the holy ring more clearly. Because the holy ring has been integrated with itself. When Yang Jing looked at the painting, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily. It looks like an old color that has been held back for 20 years. The ghost saw a charming and flirting beauty
Fortunately, the middle-aged man continued to lower his head to clean up his stall after saying that, otherwise if he saw Yang Jing, he might have to be scared away immediately.
Yang Jing scratched her ears and cheeks for a moment. Seeing that the stall owner was about to clean up the stall, Yang Jing couldn't care about anything else and whispered: "Brother, my grandfather's birthday next month. He likes ink and wash landscape painting very much, so I want to give him a painting as a birthday gift on my grandfather's birthday. I just saw that the painting in your hand seems to be landscape painting, so I just..."
Before Yang Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt Yang Jing's words and said with a smile, "brother, this is not a place to talk. If you really want to, we might as well continue to talk in another place. Look, there seems to be someone coming over there. I have to hurry."
Yang Jingshun looked in the direction pointed by the stall owner. Through the slightly bright sky, he could vaguely see a group of people coming here in the distance.
Although there is no urban management these days, the public security at this time is even more powerful. Don't forget that there is no comprehensive ban on guns in China these days, and the official police in this era can patrol with guns. Unlike later generations, police are not allowed to carry guns without major police tasks.
Yang Jing turned around and said, "brother, where are you going? I'll go with you."
The middle-aged man nodded, got on the tricycle quickly, pointed to the side help of the three wheeled rear bucket and said, "you sit there and I'll take you away!"
Yang Jing deliberately said "no", but on second thought, the stall owner had packed everything on the tricycle, and covered it with a dirty white cloth as a cover. People directly rode on the tricycle. It is estimated that no one will pay attention, but if they run behind, more people will pay attention.
After thinking about it, Yang Jing did it on the side of the tricycle. The middle-aged man was not vague. As soon as he made a force on his legs, the tricycle immediately started up.
The tricycle still runs very fast even if it pulls Yang Jing's more than 140 kilograms.
When the tricycle turned a corner and left Chaotiangong West Street, the middle-aged man with three wheels turned and asked, "brother, where are you from? I don't think you're a native of Jinling."
Yang Jing was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "brother, I'm from Jiangning County in the south, but my father hasn't come back since he went out as a soldier. I've also been living in Shandong Province in the north. It's not my grandfather's 70th birthday. My mother and I will come back together to pay a birthday call to my grandfather."
"Oh, I said, no wonder your accent has a smell of Lu province." after a pause, the middle-aged man smiled: "It's just the opposite between us. My mother's family is from Shandong Province. During the natural disaster in 1960 and 2003, my family couldn't eat. Even my father starved to death. My mother led me and my sister to escape here. Later, my mother married my current father and I stayed here. Alas, it's been more than 20 years. I came here with my mother When I was in my teens... "
Yang Jing realized that the "middle-aged man" who seemed to be in his 40s was only in his 30s.
Yang Jing can't help feeling that this age really can't be compared with later generations. Later generations, a man of 40 looks like a man of 30. Now it's just the opposite
In this age, the pressure of life is too great!
The eldest brother seemed quite willing to chat with others. After saying what he had just said, he seemed to remember something and asked, "I patronized and talked just now. I haven't asked my eldest brother's name yet?"
"Oh. Free of expensive words. My surname is Yang, Yang of poplar. What about you, brother?"
"My surname is Zhao. This is my stepfather's surname. I used to be Guo, but during the three-year famine, my family starved to death except my mother and my sister. So after my mother remarried, I followed my stepfather's surname."
Then he shrugged his shoulders and cursed, "damn God!"
As the two men talked, brother Zhao took Yang Jing seven times and eight times in the small alley, turning Yang Jing into a monk. Then he stopped in front of a yard.
This is a very common small yard in Jinling in the early 1980s. Brother Zhao got out of the car, opened the door and directly pushed the three wheels in. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Mom, there are guests."
With this voice, the screen door of the door was pushed open, and an old woman who looked almost 60 years old came out.
"Xiao Zheng is back? Who is this?"
"Mom, this is a little brother I met in the market. Brother Yang wanted to buy our painting, but just in time for the market manager to come, I brought brother yang to our house to talk. Mom, is my father better?"
"Hey... Your father is still like that. He's waiting for you to make money to buy medicine now."
Then the old woman smiled at Yang Jing and said, "young man, come and sit in the house. The house is noisy. Don't mind."
"Thank you, aunt." Yang Jing politely followed the old woman into the house. This house is a very ordinary bungalow north house. The light is on and it is still bright, but there is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the house. Obviously, there are patients in the house, and they should be seriously ill.
Not long after entering the house, brother Zhao came in with the picture in his hand.
"Brother Yang, did you just want to ask about this painting?"
Yang Jing nodded and was about to say something. Brother Zhao said, "come on, let's see in the house. There's no place for this picture."
But I didn't want to say that as soon as the sound fell, a weak voice sounded in the house: "Zhao Zheng, that painting can't be sold. It's a family heirloom handed down by the ancestors of our old Zhao family."
Zhao Zheng reluctantly shook his head and gave Yang Jing a calm expression. Then he opened the curtain and walked into the inner room. After a while, Yang Jing clearly heard a quarrel from inside.
"Dad, look what you look like? Why are you still holding that heirloom? If you don't go to the hospital for treatment, you may get worse."
"If it gets worse, it will get worse. Anyway, my old man won't live long, but the painting is handed down by our ancestors of Lao Zhao family and can't be sold. If it is sold, how can you let me see my ancestors after I die!"
"Dad, if you want to see our ancestors, you'd better wait! No matter how important the painting is, it's not as important as your body. When you sell this painting, you'll have money to see a doctor. Then you'll live another 30 years. When you're 100 years old, you can see our ancestors of Lao Zhao's family."
Zhao Zheng's mother obviously heard the quarrel inside, smiled apologetically at Yang Jing, opened the curtain and went in. Then there was a voice of comfort.
"Lao Zhao, just listen to Xiao Zheng. It's just a picture. If you lose your life, how can you let me live? Listen to Xiao Zheng this time. Let's focus on treatment!"
Zhao Zheng also followed the persuasion. After a while, the old voice stopped talking.
As soon as the curtain of the door was lifted, Zhao Zheng came out of the inner room, smiled bitterly at Yang Jing, picked up the pair of rough and indecent scroll and walked to another room. Yang Jing immediately got up and followed in
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Yang Jing couldn't tell why the painting attracted his attention so much, but it happened that the strong sense of attraction made him want to go there involuntarily.
Yang Jing was shocked by this feeling. He had never experienced such a feeling since he was young. He felt strongly attracted, like... Well, it was like something in his body was attracted by the painting.
"Hmm? Something in her body is attracted?" Yang Jing, who regained consciousness, immediately realized that what was really attracted by the painting was not herself, but the holy ring in her body!
Yang Jing immediately asked about the holy ring. To Yang Jing's surprise, the holy ring, which almost knew everything about his problems these days, was silent at this time. But as the host of the holy ring, Yang Jing can clearly feel the holy ring's desire for the painting.
It's like a traveler who has been thirsty in the desert for five or six days and suddenly sees the desire generated by the oasis
Since he got the holy ring, it seems that there has never been such a situation, which shocked Yang Jing. At the same time, this unusual performance of the holy ring also made Yang Jing suddenly understand one thing, that is, since this painting volume can strongly attract the holy ring, it must be right to take it down!
The so-called "kill mistakes and don't let go", isn't that such a reason?
Although Yang Jing still doesn't know why this rather shabby picture brings such a strong attraction to the holy ring, it's absolutely right to take it down now that this happens!
So Yang Jing didn't care to go back, ran a few steps, came to the middle-aged man who was cleaning up the stall, smiled and said, "brother, can you clean up slowly? Let me have a look at the picture?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Yang Jing and the sky. He was a little embarrassed and said, "big brother, it's light this day. If I don't go, an administrator may come to catch me in a while..."
These days, there is no difference between Jinling and Yanjing. Just a few years after the great turmoil, people are still very vigilant. In particular, these stall owners in the ghost market may be caught if they don't pay attention, and then they may be caught in a big hat of speculation
At this time, she was close to the painting, and Yang Jing could feel the desire of the holy ring more clearly. Because the holy ring has been integrated with itself. When Yang Jing looked at the painting, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily. It looks like an old color that has been held back for 20 years. The ghost saw a charming and flirting beauty
Fortunately, the middle-aged man continued to lower his head to clean up his stall after saying that, otherwise if he saw Yang Jing, he might have to be scared away immediately.
Yang Jing scratched her ears and cheeks for a moment. Seeing that the stall owner was about to clean up the stall, Yang Jing couldn't care about anything else and whispered: "Brother, my grandfather's birthday next month. He likes ink and wash landscape painting very much, so I want to give him a painting as a birthday gift on my grandfather's birthday. I just saw that the painting in your hand seems to be landscape painting, so I just..."
Before Yang Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt Yang Jing's words and said with a smile, "brother, this is not a place to talk. If you really want to, we might as well continue to talk in another place. Look, there seems to be someone coming over there. I have to hurry."
Yang Jingshun looked in the direction pointed by the stall owner. Through the slightly bright sky, he could vaguely see a group of people coming here in the distance.
Although there is no urban management these days, the public security at this time is even more powerful. Don't forget that there is no comprehensive ban on guns in China these days, and the official police in this era can patrol with guns. Unlike later generations, police are not allowed to carry guns without major police tasks.
Yang Jing turned around and said, "brother, where are you going? I'll go with you."
The middle-aged man nodded, got on the tricycle quickly, pointed to the side help of the three wheeled rear bucket and said, "you sit there and I'll take you away!"
Yang Jing deliberately said "no", but on second thought, the stall owner had packed everything on the tricycle, and covered it with a dirty white cloth as a cover. People directly rode on the tricycle. It is estimated that no one will pay attention, but if they run behind, more people will pay attention.
After thinking about it, Yang Jing did it on the side of the tricycle. The middle-aged man was not vague. As soon as he made a force on his legs, the tricycle immediately started up.
The tricycle still runs very fast even if it pulls Yang Jing's more than 140 kilograms.
When the tricycle turned a corner and left Chaotiangong West Street, the middle-aged man with three wheels turned and asked, "brother, where are you from? I don't think you're a native of Jinling."
Yang Jing was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "brother, I'm from Jiangning County in the south, but my father hasn't come back since he went out as a soldier. I've also been living in Shandong Province in the north. It's not my grandfather's 70th birthday. My mother and I will come back together to pay a birthday call to my grandfather."
"Oh, I said, no wonder your accent has a smell of Lu province." after a pause, the middle-aged man smiled: "It's just the opposite between us. My mother's family is from Shandong Province. During the natural disaster in 1960 and 2003, my family couldn't eat. Even my father starved to death. My mother led me and my sister to escape here. Later, my mother married my current father and I stayed here. Alas, it's been more than 20 years. I came here with my mother When I was in my teens... "
Yang Jing realized that the "middle-aged man" who seemed to be in his 40s was only in his 30s.
Yang Jing can't help feeling that this age really can't be compared with later generations. Later generations, a man of 40 looks like a man of 30. Now it's just the opposite
In this age, the pressure of life is too great!
The eldest brother seemed quite willing to chat with others. After saying what he had just said, he seemed to remember something and asked, "I patronized and talked just now. I haven't asked my eldest brother's name yet?"
"Oh. Free of expensive words. My surname is Yang, Yang of poplar. What about you, brother?"
"My surname is Zhao. This is my stepfather's surname. I used to be Guo, but during the three-year famine, my family starved to death except my mother and my sister. So after my mother remarried, I followed my stepfather's surname."
Then he shrugged his shoulders and cursed, "damn God!"
As the two men talked, brother Zhao took Yang Jing seven times and eight times in the small alley, turning Yang Jing into a monk. Then he stopped in front of a yard.
This is a very common small yard in Jinling in the early 1980s. Brother Zhao got out of the car, opened the door and directly pushed the three wheels in. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Mom, there are guests."
With this voice, the screen door of the door was pushed open, and an old woman who looked almost 60 years old came out.
"Xiao Zheng is back? Who is this?"
"Mom, this is a little brother I met in the market. Brother Yang wanted to buy our painting, but just in time for the market manager to come, I brought brother yang to our house to talk. Mom, is my father better?"
"Hey... Your father is still like that. He's waiting for you to make money to buy medicine now."
Then the old woman smiled at Yang Jing and said, "young man, come and sit in the house. The house is noisy. Don't mind."
"Thank you, aunt." Yang Jing politely followed the old woman into the house. This house is a very ordinary bungalow north house. The light is on and it is still bright, but there is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the house. Obviously, there are patients in the house, and they should be seriously ill.
Not long after entering the house, brother Zhao came in with the picture in his hand.
"Brother Yang, did you just want to ask about this painting?"
Yang Jing nodded and was about to say something. Brother Zhao said, "come on, let's see in the house. There's no place for this picture."
But I didn't want to say that as soon as the sound fell, a weak voice sounded in the house: "Zhao Zheng, that painting can't be sold. It's a family heirloom handed down by the ancestors of our old Zhao family."
Zhao Zheng reluctantly shook his head and gave Yang Jing a calm expression. Then he opened the curtain and walked into the inner room. After a while, Yang Jing clearly heard a quarrel from inside.
"Dad, look what you look like? Why are you still holding that heirloom? If you don't go to the hospital for treatment, you may get worse."
"If it gets worse, it will get worse. Anyway, my old man won't live long, but the painting is handed down by our ancestors of Lao Zhao family and can't be sold. If it is sold, how can you let me see my ancestors after I die!"
"Dad, if you want to see our ancestors, you'd better wait! No matter how important the painting is, it's not as important as your body. When you sell this painting, you'll have money to see a doctor. Then you'll live another 30 years. When you're 100 years old, you can see our ancestors of Lao Zhao's family."
Zhao Zheng's mother obviously heard the quarrel inside, smiled apologetically at Yang Jing, opened the curtain and went in. Then there was a voice of comfort.
"Lao Zhao, just listen to Xiao Zheng. It's just a picture. If you lose your life, how can you let me live? Listen to Xiao Zheng this time. Let's focus on treatment!"
Zhao Zheng also followed the persuasion. After a while, the old voice stopped talking.
As soon as the curtain of the door was lifted, Zhao Zheng came out of the inner room, smiled bitterly at Yang Jing, picked up the pair of rough and indecent scroll and walked to another room. Yang Jing immediately got up and followed in
Yang Jing couldn't tell why the painting attracted his attention so much, but it happened that the strong sense of attraction made him want to go there involuntarily.Yang Jing was shocked by this feeling. He had never experienced such a feeling since he was young. He felt strongly attracted, like... Well, it was like something in his body was attracted by the painting."Hmm? Something in her body is attracted?" Yang Jing, who regained consciousness, immediately realized that what was really attracted by the painting was not herself, but the holy ring in her body!Yang Jing immediately asked about the holy ring. To Yang Jing's surprise, the holy ring, which almost knew everything about his problems these days, was silent at this time. But as the host of the holy ring, Yang Jing can clearly feel the holy ring's desire for the painting.It's like a traveler who has been thirsty in the desert for five or six days and suddenly sees the desire generated by the oasisSince he got the holy ring, it seems that there has never been such a situation, which shocked Yang Jing. At the same time, this unusual performance of the holy ring also made Yang Jing suddenly understand one thing, that is, since this painting volume can strongly attract the holy ring, it must be right to take it down!The so-called "kill mistakes and don't let go", isn't that such a reason?Although Yang Jing still doesn't know why this rather shabby picture brings such a strong attraction to the holy ring, it's absolutely right to take it down now that this happens!So Yang Jing didn't care to go back, ran a few steps, came to the middle-aged man who was cleaning up the stall, smiled and said, "brother, can you clean up slowly? Let me have a look at the picture?"The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Yang Jing and the sky. He was a little embarrassed and said, "big brother, it's light this day. If I don't go, an administrator may come to catch me in a while..."These days, there is no difference between Jinling and Yanjing. Just a few years after the great turmoil, people are still very vigilant. In particular, these stall owners in the ghost market may be caught if they don't pay attention, and then they may be caught in a big hat of speculationAt this time, she was close to the painting, and Yang Jing could feel the desire of the holy ring more clearly. Because the holy ring has been integrated with itself. When Yang Jing looked at the painting, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily. It looks like an old color that has been held back for 20 years. The ghost saw a charming and flirting beautyFortunately, the middle-aged man continued to lower his head to clean up his stall after saying that, otherwise if he saw Yang Jing, he might have to be scared away immediately.Yang Jing scratched her ears and cheeks for a moment. Seeing that the stall owner was about to clean up the stall, Yang Jing couldn't care about anything else and whispered: "Brother, my grandfather's birthday next month. He likes ink and wash landscape painting very much, so I want to give him a painting as a birthday gift on my grandfather's birthday. I just saw that the painting in your hand seems to be landscape painting, so I just..."Before Yang Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt Yang Jing's words and said with a smile, "brother, this is not a place to talk. If you really want to, we might as well continue to talk in another place. Look, there seems to be someone coming over there. I have to hurry."Yang Jingshun looked in the direction pointed by the stall owner. Through the slightly bright sky, he could vaguely see a group of people coming here in the distance.Although there is no urban management these days, the public security at this time is even more powerful. Don't forget that there is no comprehensive ban on guns in China these days, and the official police in this era can patrol with guns. Unlike later generations, police are not allowed to carry guns without major police tasks.Yang Jing turned around and said, "brother, where are you going? I'll go with you."The middle-aged man nodded, got on the tricycle quickly, pointed to the side help of the three wheeled rear bucket and said, "you sit there and I'll take you away!"Yang Jing deliberately said "no", but on second thought, the stall owner had packed everything on the tricycle, and covered it with a dirty white cloth as a cover. People directly rode on the tricycle. It is estimated that no one will pay attention, but if they run behind, more people will pay attention.After thinking about it, Yang Jing did it on the side of the tricycle. The middle-aged man was not vague. As soon as he made a force on his legs, the tricycle immediately started up.The tricycle still runs very fast even if it pulls Yang Jing's more than 140 kilograms.When the tricycle turned a corner and left Chaotiangong West Street, the middle-aged man with three wheels turned and asked, "brother, where are you from? I don't think you're a native of Jinling."Yang Jing was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "brother, I'm from Jiangning County in the south, but my father hasn't come back since he went out as a soldier. I've also been living in Shandong Province in the north. It's not my grandfather's 70th birthday. My mother and I will come back together to pay a birthday call to my grandfather.""Oh, I said, no wonder your accent has a smell of Lu province." after a pause, the middle-aged man smiled: "It's just the opposite between us. My mother's family is from Shandong Province. During the natural disaster in 1960 and 2003, my family couldn't eat. Even my father starved to death. My mother led me and my sister to escape here. Later, my mother married my current father and I stayed here. Alas, it's been more than 20 years. I came here with my mother When I was in my teens... "Yang Jing realized that the "middle-aged man" who seemed to be in his 40s was only in his 30s.Yang Jing can't help feeling that this age really can't be compared with later generations. Later generations, a man of 40 looks like a man of 30. Now it's just the oppositeIn this age, the pressure of life is too great!The eldest brother seemed quite willing to chat with others. After saying what he had just said, he seemed to remember something and asked, "I patronized and talked just now. I haven't asked my eldest brother's name yet?""Oh. Free of expensive words. My surname is Yang, Yang of poplar. What about you, brother?""My surname is Zhao. This is my stepfather's surname. I used to be Guo, but during the three-year famine, my family starved to death except my mother and my sister. So after my mother remarried, I followed my stepfather's surname."Then he shrugged his shoulders and cursed, "damn God!"As the two men talked, brother Zhao took Yang Jing seven times and eight times in the small alley, turning Yang Jing into a monk. Then he stopped in front of a yard.This is a very common small yard in Jinling in the early 1980s. Brother Zhao got out of the car, opened the door and directly pushed the three wheels in. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Mom, there are guests."With this voice, the screen door of the door was pushed open, and an old woman who looked almost 60 years old came out."Xiao Zheng is back? Who is this?""Mom, this is a little brother I met in the market. Brother Yang wanted to buy our painting, but just in time for the market manager to come, I brought brother yang to our house to talk. Mom, is my father better?""Hey... Your father is still like that. He's waiting for you to make money to buy medicine now."Then the old woman smiled at Yang Jing and said, "young man, come and sit in the house. The house is noisy. Don't mind.""Thank you, aunt." Yang Jing politely followed the old woman into the house. This house is a very ordinary bungalow north house. The light is on and it is still bright, but there is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the house. Obviously, there are patients in the house, and they should be seriously ill.Not long after entering the house, brother Zhao came in with the picture in his hand."Brother Yang, did you just want to ask about this painting?"Yang Jing nodded and was about to say something. Brother Zhao said, "come on, let's see in the house. There's no place for this picture."But I didn't want to say that as soon as the sound fell, a weak voice sounded in the house: "Zhao Zheng, that painting can't be sold. It's a family heirloom handed down by the ancestors of our old Zhao family."Zhao Zheng reluctantly shook his head and gave Yang Jing a calm expression. Then he opened the curtain and walked into the inner room. After a while, Yang Jing clearly heard a quarrel from inside."Dad, look what you look like? Why are you still holding that heirloom? If you don't go to the hospital for treatment, you may get worse.""If it gets worse, it will get worse. Anyway, my old man won't live long, but the painting is handed down by our ancestors of Lao Zhao family and can't be sold. If it is sold, how can you let me see my ancestors after I die!""Dad, if you want to see our ancestors, you'd better wait! No matter how important the painting is, it's not as important as your body. When you sell this painting, you'll have money to see a doctor. Then you'll live another 30 years. When you're 100 years old, you can see our ancestors of Lao Zhao's family."Zhao Zheng's mother obviously heard the quarrel inside, smiled apologetically at Yang Jing, opened the curtain and went in. Then there was a voice of comfort."Lao Zhao, just listen to Xiao Zheng. It's just a picture. If you lose your life, how can you let me live? Listen to Xiao Zheng this time. Let's focus on treatment!"Zhao Zheng also followed the persuasion. After a while, the old voice stopped talking.As soon as the curtain of the door was lifted, Zhao Zheng came out of the inner room, smiled bitterly at Yang Jing, picked up the pair of rough and indecent scroll and walked to another room. Yang Jing immediately got up and followed in
