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If we say that the biggest news in the cultural relics world in the first half of the year is the robbery and excavation of Tao Zhongwen's tomb, the tomb was severely damaged, and the archaeological team had to excavate urgently and rescued thousands of antiques, including not only official kiln porcelain, but also unearthed There are a large number of Taoist scriptures, and the Ming Dynasty Neifu version is exquisite and magnificent, and it is the top grade among the fine engravings of Ming and Qing Dynasties in the museum collection.

At this time, Song Wenyuan, who brought Tao Zhongwen's tomb from the ground to everyone's eyes, had already returned to Nanjing Antique Street, and put an ancient book carefully packed in a camphor wood box in front of his teacher.

Huang Xingyun picked up the presbyopic glasses and put them on. He only glanced at them, and suddenly his fingers trembled. His eyes were filled with unconcealable astonishment, and he asked hastily, "This "Book of Changes"...you, where did you get it?"

"A coincidence," Song Wenyuan smiled gently. This book was the one that Li Ertie set up at the ghost market. The Daji bottle was taken away by Kang Tianzhen and was about to be donated to the museum, but this book was stuffed into the museum. himself, but he didn't intend to tell his mentor about that strange encounter.

Huang Xingyun took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, took out a pair of muslin gloves and put them on, carefully took out the book, and read it carefully.

After more than ten minutes, he raised his head and looked at Song Wenyuan, "You should have identified it yourself, right?"

Song Wenyuan nodded, "I think this is a Song edition book," he flipped through the ancient book lightly, "This book is white on one side, and the paper is imitated from the Chengxintang paper made in the Southern Tang Dynasty. The characters are in Yan Zhenqing style, the characters are as big as money, and the ink color is light and fragrant, which conforms to the characteristics of Song edition books."

Huang Xingyun asked, "Where is the taboo?"

"Taboos are very cautious. Whenever you encounter the words Xuan, Xian, Yin, Hong, Kuang, Yin, Heng, Zhen, Zhen, Punishment, Zheng, Rang, Huan, and Shen, all of which are missing the last stroke, this should be to avoid the emperors of the Song Dynasty. Among them, the word Shen avoids the name taboo of the second emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Song Xiaozong Zhao Wei, but the word Dun is not short of pen." Song Wenyuan turned to one of the pages precisely, pointed to a word and said to his teacher, "It can be seen The third emperor Song Guangzong Zhao Dun did not shy away from it, so the publication time of this book should be between 1163-1189."

Huang Xingyun nodded, "That's right, the taboos are so strict, it should be an official edition, but later generations often reprint ancient books together with the taboo characters, and some booksellers will deliberately imitate the taboos of a certain period to fake, relying solely on the taboos to identify, or A little thin."

Song Wenyuan turned to the front of the volume, and saw more than a dozen scarlet marks densely lined up on the paper that had become fragile due to age. Huang Xingyun took a closer look with reading glasses and gasped, "Secretary of Jixi Palace Map! Songxuezhai ! This is Zhao Mengfu's book collection seal, as well as Ye Sheng, Lu Wan, Wen Zhengming... It can be said that the inheritance is orderly..."

"This "Zhouyi Benyi" was originally collected by the royal family of the Southern Song Dynasty. It was acquired by Zhao Mengfu at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. He should cherish this book very much," Song Wenyuan said, pointing to the small letters on the empty page at the back of the book. "Sale" and drew a small portrait of himself on the front page of the letter." Huang Xingyun's eyes were in a trance for a moment, but at this moment it is not surprising at all. After all, this is a Song edition book. As the saying goes, a page of Song edition , One tael of gold, the engraving and printing technology of the Song Dynasty matured day by day, which can be called unprecedented. The Yuan Dynasty was the continuation of the Song Dynasty, and the Ming and Qing dynasties could not catch up.

After a long time, he put the ancient book back into the camphorwood box with slightly trembling fingers, took off the reading glasses, and said with a smile, "Since it's your chance, keep it well, and wait until you set up your own business in a few years. This Song edition book can be called the treasure of your store, but your camphorwood box is too crude, so it is better to store it in my library first."

Song Wenyuan remained silent.

Huang Xingyun softened his voice and advised him, "Don't worry, the teacher is not trying to embezzle your collection of books. Although Song edition books are precious, our relationship between teachers and students is even more precious. I just consider that there are many taboos in storing ancient books. With your temporary conditions, it is difficult to protect it well, and you have been to my library, where the light, temperature and humidity are strictly controlled, and the golden nanmu bookcase can also protect ancient books from silverfish."

"Teacher, you are worrying too much. I have never had the slightest doubt about you." Song Wenyuan looked at his mentor sincerely, "It's just that the origin of this book is not bright, and I plan to donate it to the museum after identifying the exact date." .”

Huang Xingyun was taken aback, "You have such awareness!"

"Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way."

"But this volume of "The Original Meaning of the Book of Changes" represents more than Wan Guan's family wealth," Huang Xingyun said, "You have always wanted to reproduce the grand occasion of the Song family library, but if you don't have the engraved copies of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, it is not a collection of books at all. Building, not to mention Zangguan Jiangnan."

Song Wenyuan had to admit that he was indeed moved for a moment.

Huang Xingyun smiled slightly, but did not continue to lobby, but changed the subject with one sentence, "Speaking of Song edition books, when I met your teacher's mother, it was for a volume of Song edition books. When I saw a book from the Song Dynasty, I was still negotiating with the boss on the price, and then your teacher's wife stepped in. I was only willing to pay 80 yuan at most, but she came up and called 100 yuan, which is really unruly..."

Song Wenyuan smiled and said, "Kang Tianzhen and I also met in this way, what a coincidence."

"Is Tianzhen so ignorant?" Huang Xingyun muttered with great interest, "Then he and your teacher's wife really look alike, not only in looks, but also in personality, could it be..."

His voice gradually lowered, and a strange light appeared on his old face.

Song Wenyuan felt a little displeasure inexplicably, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Huang Xingyun suddenly grabbed his wrist, "How old is Tianzhen? Is he the same age as you? Is he 22 years old? My God... Wen Yuan, tell the teacher, when is Tianzhen's birthday?"

Song Wenyuan frowned, "I don't know."

"Go and check," Huang Xingyun said, "you go and look up his birth date, I... I can't imagine..." He mosuo the rosary on his wrist, and murmured, "Ah Tu... 22 years old I miss you so much..."

Knowing that the teacher's affection for his deceased wife has never diminished due to the passage of time, but seeing his crazy expression, Song Wenyuan felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. He walked out of the small window, stood at the door and looked diagonally opposite Gujin Pavilion. The plaque, the smiling face with dimples appeared in my mind, and my heart couldn't help but warm up.

After the program team returned to Nanjing from Hubei, everyone did not see each other again. When Song Wenyuan saw Kang Tianzhen again at the charity auction held by Jiahua Auction House, it was more than a month later. I don’t know where he went during this time. In that corner, the person has become thinner, his fair skin has been tanned to a wheat color, and his eyes are as bright as a thief.

"My mother has returned to China," Kang Tianzhen explained, "In order to prevent being caught by him and sent to the devil for training, I went to Southeast Asia to play around."

"Where did you go?" Song Wenyuan asked with a smile, "Is it fun?"

"Thailand, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia... If it wasn't for Biying who wanted to auction herself, I wouldn't have come to participate in any charity auction. Here, I brought you a small gift." As he spoke, he pulled Song Wenyuan's hand away, and let it go Last Gumanthong.

"!!!" Song Wenyuan felt bad all over, "Are you crazy?"

"What nonsense, I'm so clever, the eminent monk consecrated it," Kang Tianzhen said seriously, "I personally selected a suitable dead baby, which coincides with your birthday. You just need to put him at home and feed him every day." , he will always follow you and bless you."

Song Wenyuan held the weird doll expressionlessly, and said word by word, "Then I thank you."

"Pfft hahaha," Kang Tianzhen laughed suddenly, slapped him on the shoulder, and couldn't straighten up laughing, "I'm just kidding you, this thing is fake, I bought it at the Yiwu Wholesale Market Yes, plastic, hahaha..."

As he spoke, he fumbled in his satchel for a while, and found eighteen of them in a row.

"..." Listening to his exaggerated laughter, Song Wenyuan wanted to kill him from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly the laughter stopped abruptly, Song Wenyuan looked up and saw Jiang Biying coming from the crowd holding a glass of champagne, her clothes fluttering and her skin white as jade, walking in front of the two of them, her eyes quickly swept across Kang Tianzhen's face, It landed on Song Wenyuan, with a smile on his face.

"Glass emeralds, wow, this full set of jewelry is really eye-catching..." Kang Tianzhen approached her flatteringly, and praised her, "As expected of the woman I have my eyes on..."

"Shut up," Jiang Biying's face darkened.

Song Wenyuan hurriedly smoothed things over, raised his wine glass to touch her, and complimented her with a chuckle, "Today is really beautiful, emeralds and jadeites are rare, not to mention the head of water is so full, you deserved to shine today."

Jiang Biying smiled again, with a little girl's shyness on her face, and said with a smile, "Wen Yuan, I will auction off a piece of my own song later, you must join me."

"Biying, I..." Song Wenyuan's first reaction was to refuse.

"No excuses!"

Jiang Biying leaned forward and pressed his fingers on his lips. Song Wenyuan frowned slightly, and dodged back slightly, avoiding the overly intimate movements.

"Forget it, I won't tease you," Jiang Biying resentfully withdrew her fingers and brushed her hair, "It must be auctioned later, and don't let some vulgar local tyrants take advantage of it." Glanced sideways.

"..."

Watching her slim figure disappear into the crowd, Song Wenyuan felt that he no longer had the courage to look aside, because the resentment of a certain "vulgar local tyrant" had almost turned into a mushroom cloud.

"What does she mean!"

Song Wenyuan pretended not to hear, and walked towards the waiter, pretending to get a glass of red wine.

"Hey, what are you running for?"

Hey, why is the waiter so far away?

"Song Wenyuan!!!" Kang Tianzhen ran away violently, rushed forward with a stride, and thrust obliquely in front of Song Wenyuan.

"Well, what's the matter?" Song Wenyuan showed a ^_^ smile as if he had just seen him.

"What are you running for?" Kang Tianzhen grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Are you still a friend? You...do you like her?"

Song Wenyuan immediately denied, "No."

"If you don't like her, why are you running away?" Kang Tianzhen scolded angrily, "What are you talking about, why are you running away? You are running away! You have a ghost in your heart! Tell me, do you have a ghost in your heart?"

Song Wenyuan sighed, "No."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

"..."

This time it was Song Wenyuan who wanted to go berserk: Why did these words go so strangely?