Mans
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This is a piece of a story I wrote briefly and didn't expand the description of its scenes and characters. In fact, I wanted to show the story's theme, which is legendary. Of course, I created the story with my pen, and it is not related to a Chinese tale.
I hope I can benefit your advice.
Thank you
The old Chinese man with a worn bag on his back stopped in front of Peterson's antique shop. He was wearing Chinese peasant clothing and a hat. As Peterson was cleaning a glass vase with a white kerchief, he glanced at the Chinese man out of the shop inattentively. The man was watching the antique items in the showcase. He stared at a bare sword and investigated all its details carefully. After a while, he entered the shop and asked Peterson, with a non-native English accent, "Hello sir. Can I ask about that sword in the showcase?"
This time, Peterson looked at him curiously, stopped cleaning the vase, and replied, "Yes, you can."
The Chinese man put his bag on the floor and asked, "Where did you get that sword?"
Peterson frowned a little and said, "Well, it is my job to buy old stuff and sell them later."
"I did mean, who sold that sword to you?" asked the old man.
Peterson glanced at the sword and said, "He was a Chinese citizen like you. I bought it for $10 three years ago. It is still there and has not been sold yet. Is there any problem?"
The Chinese man said hastily, "Oh no, I have no problem, but if it is the same sword I'm looking for, I want to buy it. But before that, I should know who was the seller. It is a personal issue."
"I didn't know him. I didn't even know his name. He said it was his grandfather's sword and he wanted to sell it," Peterson replied.
The Chinese man asked, "Was he a fat and strong man with a sore on his face from his eyebrow to his cheek? He also limped a little."
Peterson said, amazed, "Yes, he was a person with those characteristics. I remember him well. After the deal, I would never meet him again. Do you know him?"
"Yes, sir. I know, but the story is long. Let me ignore telling it because it would not be understandable for you. Can I visit and touch that sword? I want to be sure it is the same sword I am seeking."
"No problem," said Peterson. He went, took the sword from the showcase, and brought it to the Chinese man and gave it to him. When the man took the sword in his hands, he first looked at it carefully and read the engraved letters near its handle. Then he closed his eyes, ran his hand across its blade. Suddenly, his face turned red and he began speaking in Chinese, “ 还是那把亲爱的剑。它告訴我,那是龍劍。我聽到它的話。” Then he opened his eyes looked at the sword eagerly and continued,“ 我終於找到你了,救世主!有你在,龍就不會再活了!”
I hope I can benefit your advice.
Thank you
The old Chinese man with a worn bag on his back stopped in front of Peterson's antique shop. He was wearing Chinese peasant clothing and a hat. As Peterson was cleaning a glass vase with a white kerchief, he glanced at the Chinese man out of the shop inattentively. The man was watching the antique items in the showcase. He stared at a bare sword and investigated all its details carefully. After a while, he entered the shop and asked Peterson, with a non-native English accent, "Hello sir. Can I ask about that sword in the showcase?"
This time, Peterson looked at him curiously, stopped cleaning the vase, and replied, "Yes, you can."
The Chinese man put his bag on the floor and asked, "Where did you get that sword?"
Peterson frowned a little and said, "Well, it is my job to buy old stuff and sell them later."
"I did mean, who sold that sword to you?" asked the old man.
Peterson glanced at the sword and said, "He was a Chinese citizen like you. I bought it for $10 three years ago. It is still there and has not been sold yet. Is there any problem?"
The Chinese man said hastily, "Oh no, I have no problem, but if it is the same sword I'm looking for, I want to buy it. But before that, I should know who was the seller. It is a personal issue."
"I didn't know him. I didn't even know his name. He said it was his grandfather's sword and he wanted to sell it," Peterson replied.
The Chinese man asked, "Was he a fat and strong man with a sore on his face from his eyebrow to his cheek? He also limped a little."
Peterson said, amazed, "Yes, he was a person with those characteristics. I remember him well. After the deal, I would never meet him again. Do you know him?"
"Yes, sir. I know, but the story is long. Let me ignore telling it because it would not be understandable for you. Can I visit and touch that sword? I want to be sure it is the same sword I am seeking."
"No problem," said Peterson. He went, took the sword from the showcase, and brought it to the Chinese man and gave it to him. When the man took the sword in his hands, he first looked at it carefully and read the engraved letters near its handle. Then he closed his eyes, ran his hand across its blade. Suddenly, his face turned red and he began speaking in Chinese, “ 还是那把亲爱的剑。它告訴我,那是龍劍。我聽到它的話。” Then he opened his eyes looked at the sword eagerly and continued,“ 我終於找到你了,救世主!有你在,龍就不會再活了!”
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