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"This little gadget is well carved and has a good meaning. It is valuable for collection, but the price is only three thousand. You treat me too much as an amateur." Song Wenyuan squatted in front of the stall, holding a round carving of agarwood in his palm, and rubbed it for a while. , bowed his head and sniffed carefully, a hint of mellow and sweet aroma penetrated into his nose, it really was the best water agarwood.

The peddler at the street stall was full of smiles, "Xiao Song, we are all acquaintances, and we don't see each other when we look up, so who dares to treat anyone as an outsider? We all know whether three thousand is worth it or not."

"If it's a whole piece, then it's worth it," Song Wenyuan said lightly, turning the round sculpture over, "It's just that there is a wound here, which greatly reduces its overall beauty."

"The existence of the wound...the wound...the existence of the wound is inevitable in the handing down of antiques," the peddler argued, "Don't just look at the wound, look at the shape, it's so oily, the agarwood is as good as it is. It will take 100 years, if not 80 years, to reach this level of darkness..."

"120 years!!!" A clear voice rang in my ears.

Song Wenyuan frowned slightly, and when he looked up, he saw a young man squatting down beside him, staring at the round sculpture in his hand, and bent his eyes with a smile, "It's a beautiful mandarin duck to warm your hands. It exudes a fragrance, and it is perfect to be carved into a hand warmer. Don’t look at it as a wound. In fact, this small wound does not hide its value as a treasure in the Republic of China. Do you know what time is wasted? Do you know what is the trace of time? Do you know what is the precipitation of the long river of history?"

"..." Song Wenyuan's face darkened.

The young man didn't see his displeasure at all, and said with a smile, "Do you think three thousand is too expensive? Then I'll just squat here and wait for the two of you to talk about it. I'll pick up the leak."

Song Wenyuan turned to look at the peddler expressionlessly, "Three thousand, I want it."

The peddler changed his mind, "Xiao Song, three thousand is too low for such a good carving of agarwood..."

"Are you sitting on the ground and raising the price?" Song Wenyuan frowned.

"It's just playing by ear." The peddler's eyes were full of undisguised cunning, "Who has a grudge against money, don't you think that's the reason?"

"Four thousand!" The young man next to him shouted excitedly, with three fingers of his right hand almost sticking to the peddler's face, shouting, "This guy doesn't know what to buy, I want four thousand."

Song Wenyuan said coldly, "There is still a first-come, first-served basis for asking prices..."

"What do you mean by three thousand and four thousand?" The peddler interrupted him, turned his face, and said flatteringly to the young man, "You want four thousand, don't you, handsome boy, oh, he is handsome and has good eyesight, what is wrong with the world?" Did you take all the good things?"

"I hate it, it's embarrassing to boast so bluntly," the young man dimpled with a smile, opened his wallet and started counting money.

Song Wenyuan was heartbroken, "I will offer four thousand ones."

"Walter?" The young man stopped counting money and looked at him in astonishment, "Why don't you follow the rules?"

Song Wenyuan was annoyed by this guy, "Who is not following the rules?"

"Rules are dead, people are alive, don't make trouble, you two, collect antiques, the most important thing is to be happy," the peddler mediated between the two with a smile on his face, "Xiao Song pays four thousand one, this handsome guy, you What's going on?"

The young man shook his head without even thinking about it, "Five thousand!"

"Five thousand and one."

"Six thousand!"

"Six thousand one."

"Seven thousand!!!"

Song Wenyuan said calmly, "Seven thousand one."

"No matter how much I pay, you have to add one hundred, right?" The young man sucked his teeth in displeasure, "You carried it with me?"

Song Wenyuan smiled politely and said nothing.

The young man picked up his satchel and flipped through it, and threw two bundles of red bills on the floor, and said arrogantly, "I'll pay [-]!!!"

"..." Song Wenyuan gasped for breath, and gathered himself to look at the person in front of him again, only to see that he was wearing a dusty hoodie and jeans, and was carrying a half-worn canvas satchel. He didn't look like a serious antique collector.

Could it be a kid from a rich family who is interested in antiques on a whim?

No, it doesn't have the extravagance of Zhongming Dingshi's House.

A second-hand dealer who resells antiques to make a difference?

No, there is no such slickness that has been soaked in human sophistication for many years.

Or... really a young talent with outstanding eyesight?Song Wenyuan's eyes were slightly dark, his good eyesight was honed in real gold and silver, this person seemed to be in his early twenties, it was unreasonable to experience this alone.

Countless thoughts passed through his mind within a few seconds, and finally Song Wenyuan looked away calmly.

——Probably, this guy is the club of a prodigal.

"Twenty, twenty thousand?" The peddler peed in fright, "Xiao Song, look at this..."

Taking another hard look at this exquisite wood carving, Song Wenyuan closed his eyes and waved his hands, "Forget it, give it to him."

The thing priced at [-] was carried up to [-]. The peddler was so happy that his tongue was tied up, and he wrapped his hands and feet neatly, respectfully like a Buddha, "Little handsome guy looks strange, you don't come to our antique street often?" , what do you call it?"

"Me? How can I be unfamiliar?" The young man seemed very dissatisfied that the other party didn't recognize him. He flicked the dust on his sleeves with his fingers and smiled, "Jinling is handsome, amazingly talented, talented and beautiful, and is known as Jinling with golden eyes. Yizhi Huakang is innocent, I have heard of it, if you are not talented, I am your servant."

Song Wenyuan: "..."

"...Ha! Ha! Ha! I have known you for a long time, and I am like a thunderbolt," the peddler clapped his hands in an exaggerated manner, "Brother Kang will take care of the business a lot in the future."

"That's natural, our acquaintance is fate, I will definitely take care of you in the future, let's go, I will come to your stall to buy things next time," Kang Tianzhen held the mandarin ducks in both hands to warm his hands, shaking his head happily away.

A passerby along the way quietly poked the peddler, "Where is this two hundred and five sacred?"

"Who knows where it popped up? A stick," the peddler said casually while sitting on a horse-trap, "It must be a lot of money. That shit costs three thousand at the top. You only pay twenty thousand if you're out of your mind, my little one." Song Ye is really sluggish, deliberately raising the price."

Song Wenyuan sighed, "I really didn't raise the price on purpose."

"Brother still doesn't know yours?" The peddler finished counting the money and looked at him with a smile, "To be honest, there are so many people going back and forth on this antique street every day, and the younger generation will count you as the first one." Now, with your eyesight, can't you see the real value of that stuff?"

"To tell you the truth," Song Wenyuan said, "that mandarin duck hand warmer is an old thing from my family. It was originally a pair. It was confiscated from my grandfather during the Cultural Revolution, including the wound under it, which was also dug up by the rebels. Come down to test whether it is really fragrant and stay, seven thousand is not a loss, twenty thousand...isn't worth it."

The peddler smiled disdainfully, "Hey, it looks like that kid is really a stick!"

Song Wenyuan didn't speak anymore, as the saying goes, in troubled times, gold is flourishing in collecting, and now everyone is living in affluence, and all kinds of religions and streams have poured into the collection circle, some people use antiques as the moonlight in the clear sky, some people use antiques as the hen that lays eggs, it's all just Collection concepts are different.

The phone rang suddenly. Song Wenyuan glanced at the screen of the phone, said goodbye to the peddler, and walked towards an antique shop on the street.

"Wen Yuan, what time are you going to come?" A woman's clear laughter came from the phone, "I'll ask the driver to pick you up. This is the time when the taxi driver changes shift. You can't get a taxi from Antique Street. .”

"No, I'll just take the subway," Song Wenyuan walked into the store and said calmly, "You are the birthday star today, so don't worry about me anymore in your busy schedule, just go about your business."

Xiaoxuan Chuang is a very inconspicuous one among the many antique shops in Antique Street. There is a glass cabinet next to the wall, and there are small pieces of bamboo and wood carvings, tooth carvings, Buddha statues, snuff bottles and so on. In the middle of the door is a hall of rosewood furniture. , a large single-panel painting table in the middle, heavy and simple, with flowing and colorful patterns on the surface, on which are placed the four treasures of the study, the pen holder and arm rest, and a Xuande stove in the corner of the table is lingering with cigarettes.

Sitting in a rattan rocking chair behind the smoke was a middle-aged man, intoxicated listening to opera on his mobile phone.

Song Wenyuan took a black lacquer box from Duobao Pavilion, turned his head and said to the middle-aged man, "Teacher, I'll take this lacquer box to hold Jiang Biying's birthday present, don't forget to put it in the account, when the salary is paid deducted."

The boss was so lost in hearing this, he closed his eyes and hummed, "Take whatever you want, and it's not worth much, what time does the birthday party start? Don't be late."

"Seven o'clock," Song Wenyuan took out an old book from his bag, put it in a lacquered box, and carefully put it into his satchel, "Then I'm leaving."

"Hey, wait a minute," the boss opened his eyes, and gesticulated with his fingers, "Why don't you take care of yourself? Be careful that others will steal the limelight."

Song Wenyuan chuckled, "If you grab it, grab it, I'm not going on a blind date."

"You child, why don't you get the hang of it?" The boss turned off the music, sat up straight and said to him seriously, "Biying is the only daughter of the Jiang family, marrying her means 30 years less struggle, don't you always want Can you reproduce the grand scene of the Song family back then, and become Jiang's son-in-law, why do you need to worry about funds?"

"I will fight on my own ability," Song Wenyuan said helplessly, "Teacher, don't worry about it. I will not marry Jiang Biying. She is not my type."

"What kind of girl do you like? To be honest, if you search the entire city of Nanjing, you will find it difficult to find a girl who is better than Bi Ying. The most rare thing is that girl obviously has a crush on you. How many men can't ask for it?" , the Gujin Pavilion opposite, do you see it?" The boss pointed his finger at the antique shop on the upper and lower floors diagonally across the door, which is luxuriously decorated but still simple and simple, "His baby, Du Miaoer, is infatuated with Biying, what is the name of that child?" With...Kang...Kang Tian..."

Song Wenyuan's heart skipped a beat, "Kang Tianzhen?"

"Correct!"

Seeing the heroism of that guy when he threw out two bundles of red notes, Song Wenyuan couldn't help but smile knowingly, "So he is from Gujin Pavilion, but isn't the owner of Gujin Pavilion surnamed Kong?"

"Probably follow the mother's surname," the boss said earnestly, "Even a family like Gujin Pavilion wants to marry the Jiang family, let alone a little you?"

"Then let the two of them be together, they are a good match, a perfect couple," Song Wenyuan turned on the music again, pushed the boss back into the rocking chair, and said softly, "I really don't have that kind of interest in Jiang Biying, please forgive me." kill me."

"You kid..."

At five or six o'clock in the evening, when the subway was the most crowded, countless office workers held their briefcases like dead dogs and grabbed the tabs.

Jinling Hotel is an old store in Nanjing with a history of hundreds of years. Before liberation, it was the place where celebrities and nobles gathered and partyed.

"Sir, how many are you?"

Song Wenyuan said politely, "I'm here to attend Miss Jiang's birthday party."

"In the Lily Hall," the doorman saw his facial features clearly, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he smiled and guided him forward, "Sir, please go this way."

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of exclamation like waves. Song Wenyuan looked over curiously, and saw the crowd forming a circle, marveling at the things inside.

"Hey, Wen Yuan, you're here," Jiang Biying exclaimed in surprise, "I've been waiting for a long time, and I thought you wouldn't come."

"Why? It's just delayed on the way, I'm sorry," Song Wenyuan gave the gift, and smiled gently, "Student Jiang, happy birthday... This is... konghou???"

His eyes fell on the huge musical instrument among the crowd, and Song Wenyuan's eyes lit up. The nearly two-meter-high ornate musical instrument was shaped like a phoenix looking back in the air. The hotel is beautiful under the bright lights.

——It is the newly made Yanzhu Konghou.

There are many kinds of konghou, but the Ming Dynasty has been lost in our country. Today, artists have recreated the contemporary konghou based on documents and unearthed cultural relics.

"How about the big phoenix-headed harp?" A clear voice rang in my ear.

Song Wenyuan turned his head abruptly, and saw a very familiar smiling face, "...is that you?"

"Hey, it's me, it's me, it's me again," Kang Tianzhen laughed out two small dimples, and stroked the gorgeous harp body, "I asked the instrument master of the Central Conservatory of Music to make this exclusively for Biying. The distance between the string and the strings is tailored according to the length of the fingers of Goddess Biying, if another person plays the piano, it will not be able to play the most beautiful sound of the piano."

Song Wenyuan praised sincerely, "Amazing!"

"How can you be so powerful?" Kang Tianzhen rubbed against the harp with a fluttering face, "Look at the strength of my boyfriend, even I am about to fall in love with myself, so... How can Biying not bow down to me? Where are your jeans?"

Song Wenyuan: "..."

"Kang Tianzhen, you are enough," Jiang Biying said angrily, "Can you stop flirting? I don't like your birthday present, very, very, very much!"

Kang Tianzhen couldn't accept it, "Why? What? What?"

"Because I'm not a vulgar money-worshiping woman like you!" Jiang Biying angrily opened Song Wenyuan's gift. After seeing the old books inside, her eyes were full of surprises. She smiled shyly at Song Wenyuan and turned her head to look at Kang Tianzhen with a straight face, " Have you seen the "Book of Music" written by Chen Yang in the Song Dynasty, this is my favorite gift!"

Kang Tianzhen glanced at the old book in her hand, and sneered, "You still like it the most? This is not the first edition at all, but a reprinted edition in the Guangxu period. Many words are missing and the pictures are not accurate. It is the most common and most unreliable edition. .”

"..." I have to say, Song Wenyuan was a little embarrassed.

Jiang Biying raised her elegant neck and said proudly, "Whether I like a gift or not does not depend on the gift itself, but on the person who gave it!"

Kang Tianzhen gasped, and turned his gaze to Song Wenyuan.

Song Wenyuan looked at him calmly, "Both of you don't get excited..."

"I'm not excited at all!!!" Kang Tianzhen snarled and interrupted him, "Dare to steal a woman from me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my mother is? Do you know who my uncle is? Who is his father? Kill you in minutes! Oh, but... who are you?"

Song Wenyuan: "..."

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