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Chapter 49
Chapter 49. The Suffering of Life
"Old Xu! Is this why you invited me here?"

After Ren Ping and the others left, Huang Cangming was still angry.

An old face was bruised and purple, the same color as the clothes he was wearing.

At this time, the atmosphere in the gazebo was awkward.

Everyone had no choice but to smile apologetically and say a single word, which was nothing, so there was no need to argue with the two juniors.

"Master Huang, you have more than one hundred thousand characters for a single line, why bother to get angry with them?"

"That's right, the ignorant are fearless, and the two children are blind..."

Old Xu and the others praised it habitually.

But this time, Huang Cangming didn't appreciate it.

He turned his eyes and glared at everyone.

Hmph, a group of frogs in a well, what do you know!
He was full of contempt.

While calming down his anger slowly, he clenched his fists tightly, showing his unwillingness.

Baishou map!
Unlike many amateur calligraphers who only hear their names, Huang Cangming, as an industry insider, still knows a lot about the value behind it.

Calligraphic works of this special form are rare.

Since the Southern Song Dynasty, due to various reasons, only a few samples have been handed down.

In addition, the requirements for calligraphy skills are extremely high, and the finished product is extremely difficult, not to mention that ordinary calligraphers are not capable of it.

Even in the entire contemporary calligraphy world, there are only a handful of people who have the ability to complete it independently and with acceptable quality!
As for the painting just now, Huang Cangming had seen it.

Although with his eyesight, he couldn't tell the exact quality level.

But at first glance, the composition is condensed but not chaotic, and the writing force is calm and vigorous, at least it is a middle-of-the-road work!

What is the concept of a picture of a hundred years of high quality?
Let's put it this way, only real calligraphers or top collectors will regard it as a collection, with no distractions, purely hanging for fun.

And if it falls into the hands of others...

For example, some businessmen.

It can be used as a draft, imitating the style, making furniture, imitating stone carvings, rubbing books... and so on.

All in all, there are infinite possibilities, far more than just a simple word!
If he made a mistake in his judgment, and this picture of a hundred longevity is even a superior work, then let alone—the value doubled!

"This calligraphy was probably not written by the little girl. She could not have such skill,"

"Although Lao Xu and others saw it in person, it is not ruled out that they used some kind of cover-up. This group of people are confused, so naturally they can't tell the difference,"

"There must be someone else behind her..."

"If you can really receive this hundred-year-old picture, how can you use it?"

"Hmm... Mr. Qian's silicon inscription culture is in the stone carving business, so you can sell it to him. Mr. Li's furniture factory makes Ming and Qing furniture, which is also good,"

"Even if it's just resold to those old antiques from the Calligraphy Association, it's likely to be a high price..."

In the blink of an eye, he had already thought of several next homes, Huang Cangming's face was full of excitement, as if it was certain that he could get the things in his hands.

In terms of mentality, he doesn't look like a famous calligrapher, but a businessman who specializes in speculation, not much better than those second-hand dealers in the antique market.

However, on the surface, he still looked inscrutable, standing at the side of the gazebo, pacing slowly, pondering.

When Lao Xu and the others saw this, they didn't dare to disturb them.

It was not until a long time later that he turned his head and heard him suddenly shout:
"Old Xu, Old Liang! You have many acquaintances in the hospital. Let me check where those two people are from!"

……

"Xiao Fei, can I ask you a question?"

"Okay, let me guess, you want to ask me why I wrote the picture of Baishou, who taught me, don't you?"

"Yes, you are very clever."

"That's okay. I've been practicing calligraphy since I was three years old. I'm nine years old this year. I've been practicing for six years. If I still can't write well, wouldn't I be too stupid?"

"Too stupid? If you are stupid, there are not many smart people in this world."

Ren Ping shook his head and smiled bitterly.

After leaving the gazebo, the two walked slowly in the garden, talking and laughing, and their relationship became much closer.

However, Ren Ping wanted to inquire several times, but to no avail.

This little girl is so clever, she looks innocent on the surface, and she answers all questions.

In fact, whenever key issues are involved, such as who is the teacher, where did the Baishou painting come from, etc., it just slips by and leaves no trace.

When he finished speaking, he was taken aback, for he didn't ask anything.

In the end, he was too lazy to think about it.

Anyway, things are dead, people are alive, and one day they will find out.

"By the way, do you have a bank card? Otherwise, how can I give you the 10 yuan?"

Seeing that it was getting late and it was already dusk, Ren Ping wanted to transfer the money as soon as possible, but something happened.

Xiaofei thought for a while, then shook her head:
"I don't have it, but my mother does, or... you call the hospital account directly."

"Hospital account?"

Ren Ping was stunned: "Is your mother sick?"

"By the way, I almost forgot to ask, what do you want so much money for? You can't even have so much pocket money, can you?"

"Where's your father?"

"I don't have a father,"

Faced with Ren Ping's repeated questioning, Xiao Fei shook his head, his expression gloomy.

Since they met, this was the first time that she was not in a good mood and showed the distress that a young person should have.

After a pause, he explained:
"My father is dead, my mother is sick, and I owe a lot of money to the hospital. I want to help her earn a little, otherwise they won't even perform surgery on her."

As he spoke, he grinned and forced a smile:

"I'm not selling that calligraphy for pocket money. Besides, I don't need pocket money."

Ren Ping was speechless for a moment.

Half of it was unbelievable, half of it was moved by her words, and the corners of my eyes couldn't help feeling hot.

Life is suffering, and it is the first time that I feel so apt when I grow up so old.

In contrast, when his father Ren Junnan jumped to his death half a year ago, he was more shocked and in pain, unlike the little girl in front of him, who was about to face long darkness and torture.

As for the bankruptcy of Ren's wood industry, etc., it seems to be even more insignificant...

After a long time, slowly calm down.

When looking down, Xiaofei's face was still full of sunshine, and there was no sign of crying, which made people feel more distressed and pitiful.

"Can you take me to your mother?"

"Don't worry, big brother has no other intentions. Even if you want to help your mother pay the operation fee, you can't call the hospital directly. Otherwise, how would they know whose money it is?"

"That's right...then you come with me."

Ten minutes later, led by Xiaofei, the two arrived on the second floor of the inpatient building.

Here are the general wards of the hospital, and there are six to eight patients in one room, and even more than ten patients, which is what people often call "Datong shop".

The environment that Ren Ping walked into was particularly bad.

Because of the floor relationship, it is blocked by the outpatient building in front, and there is no sun all year round.

It is located in a corner, dark and damp, and there is a faint musty smell as soon as you enter the door. Even the windows are open to the wall.

Not to mention that the room was full of more than a dozen patients, and the strong smell of medicine, mixed with various other peculiar smells, hit the face, almost suffocating.

However, Xiaofei has long been used to this smell, and after entering the door, she rushed directly to the innermost bed by the window.

"Mom! You can have surgery now, and I've earned one hundred thousand for you!"

She yelled excitedly.

It seems that at this time, beside his mother, he looks like an ordinary naughty child.

"Little clever ghost, what nonsense are you talking about?"

A somewhat weak but gentle and quiet voice replied.

"Really! This big brother, you give him your bank card, he is here to transfer money to you!"

Xiao Fei pointed at Ren Ping, who had just approached.

Ren Ping nodded and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It was only then that the patient on the bed looked clearly.

Xiaofei is nine years old this year, and in his mind, her mother should be at least in her early thirties, so as to be suitable for her age.

But the woman in front of him was only about 27 or [-] years old, not much older than him.

At such an age, there is a nine-year-old daughter, especially in this age that advocates late marriage and late childbearing...

Seems a little too early?
Of course, at this time, it was the other party who was even more surprised.

While looking at Xiao Fei, he looked at Ren Ping in front of him, his face full of alertness.

It's no wonder that a man he had never met suddenly said that he would pay for the operation and that his daughter was also involved.

In this matter, anyone's first reaction is a liar.

It wasn't until Xiaofei briefly explained what had happened that his expression eased and he asked Ren Ping to sit down.

During the conversation, he didn't seem surprised that his daughter's words were worth so much money.

"Mr. Ren?"

"Yes, Mrs. Wen."

"Wen is Xiaofei's father's surname, my surname is Luo, Luo Qingshang."

She wrote lightly.

The implication is that she doesn't want to call herself "Mrs. Wen".

Ren Ping felt even more strange, but he didn't have time to think about it.

In a flash of thought, he said softly:

"Luo Qingshang...Hongyi Qingshang, what a good name..."

(End of this chapter)