The Magic Eye Little

On the plastic whiteboard, three lines of regular script characters, each stroke precise and meticulous, were as standard as printed text. The four characters "College Entrance Exam," "Ideal" stood out larger than the rest, adding a touch of life and interest to the otherwise rigid layout.,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.,"Well, you're talking about that one... Oh, that one, let me think, oh, I remember now. A few days ago when I was out looking for bargains, I got tired and rested on the road. I saw it by the roadside, thought it looked pretty good so I picked it up. These days people love collecting strange rocks, you never know, maybe I could make some money from it."。