The Magic Eye Little

"There are still thirty-five days left, come on, Le Yun, climb towards the peak of your ideals!" After correcting the date, Le Yun happily put down her pen, clenched her fist, her eyes full of confidence.,The elderly man was over sixty years old, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits. His stall was set up next to his son's store, not taking up anyone else's space. He had a small table with copper coins and antique jewelry on it. The old man sat behind the table, chatting with people when they came by. When there were no customers, he would occasionally take out his long pipe and take a few puffs. Basically, there weren't many chances to chat, and most of the time he was alone in silence.,Le Yun praised each new item, admiring the other trinkets again. Grandpa Li was sometimes unreliable, bringing back only cheap knick-knacks, but sometimes he got incredibly lucky and found real treasures. Once, he found a Republic of China Yuan Datou coin and sold it for ten thousand yuan.。