Chapter 815: Coincidentally Meeting An Old Man
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Sharon picked up another exquisite little thing and asked curiously, “What material is this? Boss.’
“This is an agate ashtray,” the boss replied patiently.
Sharon saw something she didn’t recognize and asked, “Boss, what’s this with a rope?”
“That’s an agate handle, too.”
“What is this?” Sharon found everything novel. “This is a wood fossil, a tree turned into jade.”
“What is this?”
“This is a tree fossil.”
Wallace smiled as he looked at Sharon asking questions like a primary school student. He didn’t particularly like the room full of fossil souvenirs, but a jade bracelet attracted his attention. He planned to buy it for Sharon later and give her a surprise.
“Boss, how much is this smaller one?” Sharon picked up a small ornament. This ornament was relatively small and light and convenient to carry. She wanted to buy one as a memento.
The frame of the small pendulum was plastic. Compared to the glass shell and the wooden shell, it was much lighter. The fossilized fish in the middle was wrapped in a thin film-like thing that looked really light.
“The smaller one is twenty.”
“Honey, how about we buy this back? It’s beautiful, doesn’t take up space, and is light.” That ornament was probably the lightest souvenir in the entire fossil shop.
“Buy it if you like,” Wallace said.
“Forget it, I won’t buy it. I’ll buy it when I go back.” Sharon considered that they lived nearby and could buy it at any time. It was not convenient to buy it now.
“Okay, I’ll listen to you,” Wallace said.
Sharon walked around the shop a few more times. There were also some huge ornaments in the shop that were about the height of a person. Inside were Cretaceous-era fish fossils. There were also some huge ornaments that were especially big and heavy. They were all priced at more than ten thousand dollars.
Sharon looked at the fossilized fish in front of her. The fish bones were clearly visible, and she suddenly felt inexplicably touched. This was a fish from billions of years ago.
After billions of years of change, the fish’s corpse had been isolated from the air for a long time. Under the effect of high temperature and pressure, it was permanently frozen. After billions of years of waiting, it was finally seen by the world.
When they left the shop, Sharon asked Wallace, “Hubby, what do you think of that small ornament just now? Shall we buy it from this shop or go to another shop to take a look?”
“Let’s go to another shop and take a look,” Wallace said. “That fish didn’t look too healthy just now. It must have died quite miserably.”
Sharon’s stomach hurt from laughing at his joke.
Sharon and Wallace strolled around Antique Street. There were many shops on the street that would place things outside to attract tourists.
There was an old man along the street. The old man’s skin was dark, and his face was filled with the traces of time and hard work. He was wearing a white vest under his brown coat and a brown baseball cap. From the loose gray pants on his legs, one could tell how thin and weak the old man was.
The old man sat on a small stool. In front of him were a few bags of cherries wrapped in plastic bags and a pile of green vegetables that Sharon couldn’t name. Beside the vegetables was a wooden basket with large pickled vegetables.
The old man was in a corner of the street, surrounded by vendors selling snacks and emitting smoke. The old man and the fruits he sold did not occupy a large area. His vegetables and fruits were obviously planted by his family. The quantity was small, but it was obvious that they were very fresh.
Many people passed by the old man and did not notice this inconspicuous old man.
Sharon looked at the old man’s thin body and slightly hunched back. He was sitting in the lively crowd, but the space he occupied was very small. Sharon felt sad when she thought of how his space was infinitely compressed by this city and gradually marginalized.
She squatted down and whispered to the old man, “Uncle, how much is this cherry?”
Perhaps because no one had been here for too long, the old man smiled when he saw someone asking him how much his cherries were. He said enthusiastically, “This bag of cherries is 16, this bag is 15, and this bag is 14. If you wrap them all up, it can be cheaper. These cherries are sour and sweet, like candied hawthorn.”
Sharon smiled. “Uncle, I want all of these cherries..”
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