Zhang Yi and Chu Heng were old partners at a glance. Even in the dark, he couldn't tell who the figure was, but he could tell just by listening to the voice.
With that kind of gentle, soft, and slightly magnetic voice, there was no one else in the city except that girl!
"Come in quickly."
Zhang put away the rifle with a speechless look and ran back to the house shivering. The night wind was so cold that his bird almost froze to death!
“There’s a lot of fun every day!”
Chu Heng bared his teeth and opened the mousetrap, flexed his toes, and when he saw that nothing was wrong, he quickly opened the courtyard door and moved the boxes in the car.
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After a while, Ya squeezed into the bedroom with a big box in one hand.
Sitting on the bed, Zhang Yi was wrapped in a military coat, with two skinny hairy legs exposed from his lower body. He felt very strange when he saw something in his hand.
I always carry this stuff out in boxes one by one, but now it's the first time I've brought it to him, and I don't know which song to sing.
So he asked out of curiosity: "What?"
Chu Heng put the box down carefully and said, "I got two boxes of calligraphy and paintings, but they are all damp and moldy. See if you can repair them."
Zhang Yizhi frowned when he heard this, touched the glasses on the bedside, stood up and walked over: "I'll take a look before talking."
When he got closer, he knelt down and opened the box. When he saw the scrolls covered with mold, he couldn't help but grin: "It's quite serious!"
As he spoke, he pinched his nose and took out a scroll. He stood up and walked to the round table in the room. He placed the scroll on it and carefully unfolded it bit by bit.
He moves very slowly. Whenever he encounters an adhesion, he fiddles with it a few times and can easily separate the adhesion without damaging the scroll at all!
Even though he moves easily, you won't be able to practice this skill for ten or eight years!
soon.
The scroll is unfolded, revealing a painting with a silk background and a figure on it. It is an old man. Judging from his clothes and accessories, he should be an official of the Tang Dynasty.
"hiss!"
Zhang Yiyan is worthy of being said to be able to determine the outcome with just one glance. After just a few glances, he saw the clue. He suddenly took a breath of cold air, his face became serious, and his hand movements were even more cautious.
When Chu Heng saw this, he knew that this painting was not simple, and hurriedly went over to take a closer look.
Not long after.
The guy's eyes suddenly widened, he patted his thigh and exclaimed: "Yan Liben?"
Yan Liben was a prime minister and painter during the Tang Dynasty, and the son of Yan Bi, a young eunuch in the Sui Dynasty. He was good at crafts, rich in ingenuity, and good at seal script and official calligraphy. He was also good at painting and architecture. He played an important role in the history of painting. His representative work is "Qin Mansion". Pictures of Eighteen Scholars", "Portraits of Emperors of the Past Dynasties", etc.
He also has a "Painting of a Chariot", which is said to be worth 800 million!
Aren’t you paying for this?
Chu Heng's face flushed again. His picture of figures was naturally not as good as the picture of walking chariots, but if it was an authentic work, it would cost tens of millions or hundreds of millions, right?
And this is just one of the paintings in this box.
wipe!
Why am I fooling around!
Quit!
Tomorrow I will just hold my wife and beat the children at home, and then just lie down!
"Yes, it is indeed Yan Liben's painting."
At this time, Zhang raised his head and looked over with surprise: "Where did you get this painting?"
"I got it from a local master." Chu Henghou rubbed his hands anxiously and asked, "How is it? Can it be repaired?"
"It can be repaired, but it will take a lot of effort. Leave it to me for now. I'll let you know when it's repaired."
For fear of damaging the painting, Zhang did not put away the painting at first glance. He turned around and found a piece of white cloth to cover the figure painting. He suddenly raised his head, squinted and asked Chu Heng: "Tufuzi? This painting should be from Did the Deng family get it?"
"You know?" Chu Heng said in surprise.
"There is no old man in the circle who doesn't know about their family." Zhang glanced at his lips and sneered: "Their family has been doing this business for many generations. When Sun Dianying dug the imperial tomb, the Deng family I participated in it, and later worked as a stooge for the little devils, and collected a lot of rare antiques for them. It can be said that I have done all kinds of bad things! I am missing a great virtue!"
"But their family didn't end up well either. After liberation, they were all liquidated. Only the fourth son of the Deng family was still missing. I didn't expect you to meet him."
"Hey, you are really a born student in the capital. You even know this." Chu Heng handed over his thumb in admiration, but was defeated again by his rich and powerful memory.
"This is not a secret matter. The elders know a lot about it."
Zhang smiled reservedly, with a bit of pride in his eyes. He turned around to get a kettle, poured two cups of boiling water, and sat down at the round table to chat with him.
"I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been busy with lately?"
"Hey, you want to trick me, right?"
"Oh, you're not stupid!"
"It's okay. I don't want you to know that I recently went to Dacheng County to fight the Deng Laosi I met."
"Dacheng? What was he doing there?"
"This is just a child without a mother. It's a long story..."
…
The old man and the young man, who had not seen each other for a long time, just sat in the cold room and chatted. The two talked a lot. At first, they talked about their respective current situations. Chu Heng and Zhang Yi talked about their experiences in Dacheng, and Zhang Yi said Then I chatted with him about the secret things that happened in some small circles in Sijiu City recently.
For example, so-and-so ran away, and so-and-so sold his family property for five cents.
These things are not something that Du San and his gang can inquire about, and they are only spread within a small area.
After a long time.
At almost four o'clock, Chu Heng suddenly remembered the bronze sword he had obtained, and asked: "Hey, by the way, Master Zhang, I also got a Warring States bronze sword from Dacheng. The inscription is Qi Wuhou Self-made sword, do you know who this Qi Wuhou is?"
"I don't know where to go." Zhang put down the water glass with a funny look and said: "I know the Duke of Qi Wu very well, but I don't know how many Dukes of Qi Wu in history, you just have a sword and I can guess where to go. ?”
"Tsk, that's right." Chu Heng smacked his lips in disappointment. He raised his hand and looked at the time. Seeing that it was already past four o'clock, he stood up and left, leaving the two boxes of calligraphy and paintings behind, and drove out of the Zhang family courtyard.
It was still dark outside at this time, but a small number of people got up, went to the toilet, emptied spittoons, and made fires to cook.
These people are basically those whose homes are in the city, their workplaces are in the suburbs, and they don’t have bicycles. It takes an hour or two just to walk to work, but they don’t have to get up early to eat.
Therefore, don’t always say that people’s happiness index is high at this time.
So tall!
Lack of food and clothing, or having nothing at all, you still have to walk for two hours to go to work, which is no easier than those social animals of later generations!
Of course, there are good sides, such as housing loans, car loans, fruit bags, etc., they don’t have them...
What’s more, some units really allocate objects!
