Dangdang shop

On a sunny afternoon, a hearse drove by the door of the pawn shop.

"How is it? Are you still used to living in a seven-star hotel?"

While the whole alley was immersed in the atmosphere of a nap, Wang Dun hurriedly welcomed his relatives and friends into the gate, and sent the rental car away, asking.

"Sure enough, it's a seven-star rating in the imperial capital, and the user experience is just different." Ah Xi giggled, under the afternoon sun, her little face was red with white, and black with red, whether it was black or not, it was autumn green. How should I put it, it looks much cuter than at night.

"It's expensive." Mushroom answered, not daring to say anything, but judging from the tone, it seemed that he was at the stage of daring to be angry and dare not speak out about Ah Xi's life style of spending a lot of money, and he was somewhat defamatory.

"What did you say?" Ah Xi glanced at him sideways.

"No, no." Mushroom hesitated.

Damn it, boss, show off your unscrupulous personality of the turbulent son of Pian Pianjia, Ah Xi is just pursuing a little quality of life in terms of basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. ah? !Wang Dun watched Mushroom's cowardly appearance with cold eyes, and then thought of the magnificence of the demon boy and beautiful maidservant in brocade clothes and night walk in the fragmented scroll. Except for the same hair on the face, they are almost two people.

"Eat something hot." Hu Cheng brought out two bowls of noodle tea from the tea room and put them in front of the guests. People in the ghost family like hot food that is so hot that they can use it to preserve the food they have almost eaten. The non-existent body temperature also makes the skin look more natural under the sun, at most it is pale, but it will not be seen as dead gray.

"Thank you big cousin! By the way, you are so eager to find us, do you have any clues?"

Ah Xi slurped his noodle tea, licked the rim of the white porcelain bowl in circles, and helped Mushroom to blow his bowl so that he could eat it while it was hot. The adult elder brother is taking care of the younger brother's sense of déjà vu.

"The clues haven't been found yet, but the key clue should be on your boyfriend." Hu Cheng nodded and shook his head again. They can only help here, and the rest is to ask for help. It's better to ask yourself.

"It has something to do with the mushroom? Isn't the mushroom the old owner of this painting?"

Ah Xi asked, but he was not sure, after all, Mushroom just said that he had a different feeling about this painting, and it seemed that he had a deep relationship with it before he was alive, but what kind of fate is it? But he couldn't give a clear answer. In his own words, he had been dead for too long, and he couldn't remember many of his previous memories.

"We see the mushroom in the painting... the person."

Hu Cheng is very good at taking care of people's minds. While saying shocking facts, he reached out and pressed Ah Xi's shoulder, and passed a little happy element through physical contact to help him stabilize his mind.

"What?! Mushrooms are in the painting?" Ah Xi was really taken aback, but because of Hu Cheng's reassurance, he calmed down a little.

"Well, this shows that the mushroom may not be as simple as the holder of the picture scroll." Hu Cheng nodded, looked at Wang Dun's small eyes staring at his hand, smiled, and let go of Ah Xi shoulders.

"The mushroom is drawn in the painting, he is from that era?" Ah Xi thought for a while, but it would be more difficult to do this, because there is no inscription, who knows what dynasty and what area this is? ?In this case, it is even more difficult to find the body of the mushroom.

"It's not impossible, but I think there is another possibility." Hu Cheng pondered for a while, tentatively expressing his own opinion.

"Could it be that the mushroom is the artist himself?"

"Hey hey?"

Ah Xi and Wang Dun yelled in unison, but Mushroom, the person involved, didn't have such a big reaction, but looked at Hu Cheng with a bewildered expression.

"Because I can feel in the painting that the weight of the mushroom, the sense of presence is quite strong, stronger than any character or landscape in the painting... How should I put it, it is more three-dimensional, don't you think?" Hu Cheng ignored it. No, but asked Wang Dun back.

"Well, it's true to say that..."

Wang Dun thought for a while, the mushroom in the painting is indeed a handsome young man with high spirits, and it is different from other characters in the parallel world, who have a more or less walking dead style, and the split abyss is clearly there, and everyone in the painting But they all turned a blind eye to it, only the mushroom could see it, and jumped down without hesitation, as if it was a kind of privileged provocation, and the large area of ​​darkness that followed seemed to be inseparable from him.

"Speaking of it this way, I did hear a similar news in the industry before." Wang Dun thought about the mushroom, and suddenly recalled an old story in his memory.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Hu Cheng asked.

"I heard that in the period of the Republic of China, there was an old object stolen from the palace by eunuchs and sold. After transporting them back to the palace, the homes of these next family members will be safe."

Wang Dun thoughtfully recalled the events at that time. This was all the market news he heard from his master in the early years. Because it was second-hand information, he had no intuitive memory of the details, and could only vaguely recall a general idea. .

"Oh? What is so evil, does it have anything to do with the people who died in vain in the palace?"

Hu Cheng's family had a lot of people who entered the harem in ancient times. Being favored by the emperor is more advanced than ordinary people's love. Therefore, many Hu family members with good ranks choose to enter the palace. Hu Cheng also borrows this Chance has heard many secrets about the palace.

"That's not true. It's an inkstone, and it has little to do with the palace. It is said that the inkstone was mixed with the blood of a craftsman." Wang Dun shook his head, saying that this object has nothing to do with Zhen Huan's biography, but a story about dreams and inheritance. Documentary style story.

"A royal thing?"

Hu Cheng quickly realized that because of his family relationship, he had a certain understanding of ancient court life, and knew that the imperial system—that is, the daily necessities specially made for the emperor is very strict, it can be said that it is a challenge in thousands of miles. One, and the items that have been screened out batch by batch according to their grades must not be preserved, and must be destroyed on the spot under the supervision of several officials.

"That's right, it's the imperial inkstone. You all know it, right? There can't be any private inscriptions on the things that are first used by the emperor. That is to say, although this item is a handicraft made by craftsmen with painstaking efforts, but No matter how exquisite it is, it is impossible to leave your name on it, which is too cruel for an artist who makes a work of art."

Wang Dun nodded regretfully and said that because of opening a shop, he met some master craftsmen who are very craftsman. Although they themselves do not regard themselves as artists, their seriousness and cherishment of works are definitely not inferior to those of Any artist working on original art in modern times.If a thing has been polished and forged repeatedly in their hands, but it cannot be signed when it leaves the factory, it is like a mother who has experienced pregnancy in October and her child is taken away when she is about to give birth.

"So that square inkstone, what did that craftsman do to it?" Hearing Wang Dun's tone, Hu Cheng had a bad feeling.

"The craftsman secretly cut his own wrist, and every day he had to produce a lot of blood to soak the inkstone. Over time, traces of blood grew out of the inkstone with jade texture, as if it was human. blood." Wang Dun shuddered as he spoke, as if he could feel the tearing pain that the craftsman had to re-cut the wound every day.

"If he can't sign it, he will let part of his flesh and blood enter the palace." Hu Cheng said with a sigh.

"Well, yes, after all, it is a supreme honor to enter the imperial palace with one's own things. Since the name cannot enter, at least a part of the body..." Wang Dun's eyes also dimmed, and he slowly I slowly recalled the feeling when I heard some old masters tell this story. The unrecognized artwork made the artist fight with his life.

"So that thing stays in the palace very persistently. As long as it goes out of the palace, it will generate a lot of resentment, making the collector's home not peaceful?" Hu Cheng asked tentatively, seeing Wang Dunchong He nodded.

"I understand the truth, but what does this have to do with me?"

Just as everyone was sighing, the honest but confused voice of Mushroom came.

"→_→, this is clearly your story, well, you don't need to understand." Ah Xi has stopped fighting against his male ticket's IQ problem, and accepted the arrangement of fate. What's wrong with an IQ of 75? Forrest Gump is an example, maybe Mushroom will become famous one day, hehe.

"I understand, what you mean is that maybe Mushroom is the original author of this painting, and he left something in the painting, which is why he has resentment, but... what did he leave behind? ?”

Ah Xi basically understood Wang Dun and Hu Cheng's conjecture, but looking back at the mushrooms, there was nothing missing from the whole beard and tail.