Happy Tycoon

　　 It is already past nine o'clock in the morning, but the sky outside the window is still gloomy, and the drizzle has been floating.

　　 The light rain began to fall two days ago, and it has been three full days today.

　　 This kind of weather similar to the rainy season occurred in London in September, which is really rare.

　　 This kind of weather mostly happened in winter in London. At that time, London was cold and humid, but also foggy. It was the most uncomfortable season.

　　 Yang Jing half leaned on the head of his bed boringly, playing with a ring with a peculiar pattern in his hand.

　　 Yesterday was Saturday, just in time for the Meigang Road flea market to open in the afternoon, and every Saturday, the Meigang Road flea market will spontaneously become an antique market.

Meigang Road Flea Market is one of the top ten famous flea markets in London. It is open seven days a week, but this market is a vegetable market on Thursday and Friday, and an antique market on Saturday. The rest of the week Time is the real flea market.

Yang Jing, who has been fond of antique culture under the influence of his grandfather since he was a child, naturally will not let go of the various antique cultural markets in London, so although it has been raining yesterday, Yang Jing still went to the United States. Hong Kong Road Flea Market.

　　 However, since he was a child, adhering to the principle of "watch more and buy less" taught by his grandfather, Yang Jing seldom buys things in this market every time he visits the antique market, whether he is in the domestic antique market or after studying in London.

　　 But at the flea market on Meigang Road yesterday, Yang Jing couldn't help but make a move.

　　 Although I bought this ring with a strange pattern for only six pounds, this ring is the third time Yang Jing has bought something in the antique market since he was a child...

It’s strange to say that when Yang Jing saw this ring for the first time, his heart throbbed, and then it seemed as if there was a voice in the dark that kept saying: "Buy me, buy it now. Me..."

Therefore, after studying in London for almost two years, Yang Jing, who has visited London’s top ten flea markets several times but has never bought anything before, did not hesitate to bargain for the export this time, and then quotation for the second price. After the ten-pound ring was cut to six pounds abruptly, he decisively paid for it.

　　 This ring is a bit similar to the ancient Chinese finger puller. It is not gold or wood. Yang Jing studied it all night and half a morning, but he did not see what material the ring was made of. But one thing is certain, this ring is very hard!

　　The ring is a perfect circle with a thickness of about three millimeters. This thickness is really a bit thick for a ring.

　　The inner and outer sides of the ring are black, and the sides are silver-white.

　　 is engraved with silver-white gossip patterns on the black outer wall, and the same black inner wall is engraved with the fonts "gan, kun, kan, and li" in seal script, corresponding to the gossip patterns on the outer wall one by one.

　　 On the silver-white side of the ring, black fringing is engraved.

　　 The whole ring looks like a very ordinary crafts ring, otherwise the bearded vendor would not quote a price of twenty pounds. But because of Yang Jing's understanding of Gu Wenwan for so many years, he always faintly felt that this ring seemed unusual, especially the weird feeling he had when he first saw this ring. .

　　 But if you ask Yang Jing to tell what's so unusual about this ring, he won't be able to tell.

　　 is the so-called "can be understood but not spoken", this is what it is talking about...

　　 But what Yang Jing can be sure of is that this ring is definitely not like an ordinary handicraft ring that it shows. This ring is definitely not simple.

　　 "Cough...it's a pity that grandpa doesn't understand anything now, otherwise if grandpa see it, his old man will definitely recognize this ring..." Yang Jing sighed slightly, muttering to herself.

　　Thinking of grandpa who had become unconscious because of a brain hemorrhage undergoing a craniotomy, Yang Jing couldn't help but feel a heartache.

　　 threw the ring into the air, and after catching it again, he put the ring on his left little finger.

　　 Not to mention, this ring seems to be made for Yang Jing by nature, and it fits right on his little finger!

　　 picked up a washed apple, Yang Jing sat up straight and began to peel the apple seriously.

Just cut it twice, and with a loud "clang" sound, the door of the dormitory was slammed open by a huge force. Yang Jing shivered with fright, and the sharp fruit knife swiped in his left hand. A small wound was left, and the dark red blood suddenly poured out...

　　 "Haha, Jingge, did you miss me?" With a greasy voice that made people get goosebumps, a fat man swayed his huge body and "squeezed" in from the outside.

　　 This guy is not tall, only one meter and seven points in height, but it's a bit scary when it's thick. This guy’s waist is almost the same as his height, even if it’s not one meter seven, it’s one meter five. At first glance, it's just a bucket, or a large one...

"Damn, you fat guy, can you not enter the door this way? How much money did you spend just repairing the door in the past two years?" Yang Jing held the injured part with his lips while being vague. Glared at the fat man and shouted angrily.

　　 "Hey, what's wrong with you?" The fat man was a little panicked when he saw Yang Jing's posture.

　　 Yang Jing gave the fat man angrily and ignored the guy.

The fat man rushed over like a gust of wind with a kind of agility that didn't fit his figure, "Let me see, let me see... Damn, why are you so careless? Tell me if you want to eat meat, UU看书www I'll buy it for you on .uukānshu.com, what do you mean by poking at your own paw?"

"Go!" Yang Jing tried to kick, the fat man laughed and avoided, took two steps, opened the corner cupboard, took out the first aid kit from the inside, pulled a few times inside, and took out two band-aids. .

　　 Yang Jing waved his hand and said, "It doesn't need that, it doesn't go deep, I have sterilized it with saliva, and it will be fine if I wash it again later."

　　 The fat man said, "That can't be done! I have never figured out how can you be so disgusting, use your own saliva..." He said, the fat man looked disgusted.

　　 Yang Jing laughed and said, "You are just a mallet, you don't understand anything. Explaining this to you is more wasteful than playing the piano against a cow."

　　 The fat man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay, are you awkward? It's not your fault! But I have good news here, do you want to listen?"

　　 Yang Jing glanced at the fat man lazily, and then sucked **** the wound. After looking at the wound, he said, "Is there another place for us to clean up?"

　　 The fat man grinned, as if he still couldn't accept that his roommate could use this method to deal with the wound. However, he nodded and said: "Yes, we are here to live again, but this time we are going to a castle, and the price is very good. After this work is done, we can have a good time before graduation. . But are your hands okay?"

　　 Yang Jing shook his head, and was about to say "It's okay", but suddenly found that the ring that I put on my little finger just now was gone...

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