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Kang Tianzhen ran out of the door, only to see Song Wenyuan's back flashing past, the accelerator was turned to the extreme, and it took only 2 minutes to catch up with the gangster in front of him. Entering the roadside flower garden, abandoning the car and fleeing.

Song Wenyuan turned the front of the car, braked suddenly, and the tires rubbed harshly on the ground. His muscles tensed up, and he rushed forward like a cheetah poised for power, his long arms slammed into the gangster's neck.

The two fought on the ground with muffled noises. Song Wenyuan tore off the man's helmet and grabbed his hair. A venomous elbow hit his jaw hard. There was only a scream, and the man covered his face in pain. The ground rolled wildly.

The siren blared, and two policemen caught up panting, "Thanks to the help of the enthusiastic people, this scum can even rob an old man in his 60s, he is like a pig and a dog!"

"Please take him back and deal with it severely," Song Wenyuan handed the gangster into the hands of the police, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around, picked up the motorcycle, and drove back to the food stall.

Kang Tianzhen was sitting outside the store with a rickety old man, and when he saw him come back, he stood up excitedly, "Caught him?"

Song Wenyuan nodded, and handed an old black cloth bag to the old man, "Is this something you were robbed of?"

The old man tremblingly counted the money in his pockets, tears streaming down his face, and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed. Song Wenyuan hurriedly helped the old man up, "It's nothing, old man, you get up first."

The two helped the old man to sit down at the table, Kang Tianzhen beckoned the boss to make another spring water chicken, and smiled at the old man, "When you see injustice, you don't need to be too grateful, old man, but at night, you are an old man. It's too dangerous to carry so much money."

The old man sighed, "I didn't want to come out at first, I don't know the place where I live, but my wife's hospitalization expenses can no longer be delayed. I received a call from the village tonight, saying that the big guy donated some more money, so I came here in a hurry Withdrawing money, I never thought I would be robbed as soon as I went out, if it wasn't for this young man, I would really be..." As he spoke, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow again.

Song Wenyuan helped him up, "Old man, your family is..."

"Uremia is already at an advanced stage, and there is no money for a kidney replacement," the old man's voice was hopelessly numb, "The doctor suggested that we settle the bill and go home..."

He didn't finish speaking, but both of them understood that the person was dying, and after paying the bill, they should go home and wait to die.

Kang Tianzhen touched his body once, only to realize that he was going out in his pajamas and had no money at all, so he raised his eyes to Song Wenyuan, stared at him for a moment, and jumped up to rummage on him.

"What are you doing?" Song Wenyuan was thrown into his arms by him, felt his hands doubled on his upper body, and then naturally reached into his trouser pockets, and his breath suddenly became short of breath.

At this time, the weather was already warm, and his lower body was wearing thin clothes, and he couldn't help but react when he touched his crotch so casually through the fabric, and quickly pressed his hand awkwardly, "Why are you so mad?"

"Where's your wallet?"

The owner of the food stall came over with a spring water chicken, and saw Kang Tianzhen laying on Song Wenyuan's body with his ass pouted at a glance, with his hands stretched out in his trousers, groping around, and said with a smile, "Hey, hey, we still have to take into account the impact Bar."

Kang Tianzhen laughed out loud.

Song Wenyuan was speechless, took out his wallet and handed it to him, "What do you want a wallet for?"

Kang Tianzhen took the wallet and got off him, emptied all the cash in it, threw the empty wallet to Song Wenyuan, and stuffed it to the old man without counting the amount of cash, "You take the money back and use it, give the aunt some good food, Let her last few... um... live a little more comfortably."

The old man held a handful of banknotes, trembling all over, and knelt down before the two, "The two young men are the reincarnation of the gods. In this life, the little old man can't repay you. In the next life...the next life will turn into a cow and a horse to repay you..."

That thin stack of banknotes may not be enough for Kang Tianzhen's snacks for a week, but it is a great kindness to the old man. Song Wenyuan sighed and helped the old man up, "This is just a little help we can do."

The old man burst into tears, and took out an ancient painting framed as a mirror heart from the lost black old cloth bag and handed it to Song Wenyuan, "I really have nothing to repay you, this painting was left to me by my father, so I will give it to you Bar."

Song Wenyuan quickly declined, "No, no, since it was left by your father, it must be very precious, and we cannot accept it."

"It's fake."

Song Wenyuan was taken aback. He took the ancient painting and unfolded it under the dim light of the food stall. The ancient painting was wrinkled and yellowed, and the mounting was very simple. He looked at it for a while and asked, "Are you sure it's fake?" ?”

"It's absolutely true," the old man sighed, "I thought it was true at first, and I took it to the antique market to sell it for two dollars to give my wife a kidney replacement. I didn't expect everyone to say it was fake, and the most I would give was 300 yuan. well!"

Kang Tianzhen leaned over, "The style of this painting has changed a lot, and the signature hasn't been signed yet, so it's a bit mindless."

"Such a nonsensical painting actually has the collection seals of the royal families of the three dynasties," Song Wenyuan pointed to the densely packed seals, "This 'Emperor Sister Treasure' is the seal of the eldest princess Xianggelaji of the Yuan Dynasty, and this The 'Ceremonial Disciplinary Inspection Department Seal' represents the collection of the royal family during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, and even more seals were collected by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

"The painting is a good painting, but it's a pity that it's so fake," Kang Tianzhen concluded, "Why doesn't this counterfeiter paint original ones? You can see that he has a variety of styles at his fingertips. Just look at this cloud and smoke, it's all right. It's Huang Gongwang, what a pity..."

Song Wenyuan pondered for a moment, looking between the old man and the ancient painting, and asked seriously, "Old man, you don't look like you like to collect, may I ask where did this painting come from?"

"It's about my father," the old man took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes and recalled slowly, "Three generations of blood-poor peasants in my family, although they couldn't read a single word, my father was also a positive person when he overthrew Feng Zixiu. At that time, there was a man in the village who opened a foreign firm in the town before liberation, and when he was knocked down, he gave this painting to my father in order to survive."

Kang Tianzhen listened intently, "Then your father let him go?"

"Where can it be?" the old man shook his head and sighed, "The big capitalist who drank human blood can't let him go as soon as he said it, and he was beaten to death at the entrance of the village."

"..." I didn't expect to hear such a story, Kang Tianzhen bit his lip and couldn't accept it.

Song Wenyuan rubbed his hair and said to the old man, "This painting is indeed not real, but it is a good painting worth collecting. It is a coincidence that this friend and I are both people who love antiques, old man. What do you think of the painting as if I bought it with the money just now?"

Just now, Kang Tianzhen grabbed at least 3000 yuan, which is not much more to buy this weird fake painting.

Knowing that he said this to reduce his psychological pressure, the old man hurriedly agreed, "Okay, okay, that's great, you two young men are very good people."

Song Wenyuan invited the old man to have supper, took him to the hospital by taxi, and walked slowly along the street at night with Kang Tianzhen.

Even though Kang Tianzhen was well-read, he hadn't heard many stories about that era, so he felt depressed for a while, Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "Don't take it to heart, if you go to the countryside twice more, you will hear such stories every day One or two, true and false are not accurate."

"There's no need for this old man to make up stories to lie to us. What he told must be true. I just can't figure out why someone would disrespect life so much, whether it's someone else's or his own." Look, you can only see a small hairpin on top of your head.

Song Wenyuan suddenly wanted to hug him, clenched his fists tightly, but restrained himself, he said softly, "Fortunately, that era has passed, and it will never happen again."

"Well," Kang Tianzhen responded sullenly, and raised his head, "Yuanyuan, please lend me your chest."

"...What?" Before Song Wenyuan could react, he suddenly felt a warm body slip into his arms, and his heart skipped a beat.

Kang Tianzhen hugged Song Wenyuan tightly like a koala, buried his face in his chest, and rubbed against him twice.

Song Wenyuan stiffened in an instant. He clasped his back stiffly with both hands, and his lower body retreated a few inches in embarrassment, not daring to breathe.

Kang Tianzhen didn't realize it, buried him in his chest, took a deep breath greedily, let him go, patted his firm chest, and praised him sincerely, "You've grown so well."

"..." Song Wenyuan felt that the empty embrace was even more sad, and looked at him expressionlessly, "Thank you."

"I don't know why recently," Kang Tianzhen looked into Song Wenyuan's eyes with deep thought, "I think your body is very attractive to me, but I'm obviously not gay."

Song Wenyuan controlled his emotions, the expression on his face was as calm and gentle as ever, "Every man has the potential to be gay..."

"No, no," Kang Tianzhen said seriously, "I don't have any feelings for other men, maybe..."

At that moment, Song Wenyuan seemed to see the sun rising from the sea and the sky, and the golden light pierced through the clouds, sprinkled on the sparkling sea like flowing gold and broken jade.

"Actually, you are my lost brother!!!" Kang Tianzhen said excitedly with his eyes burning with affection, "This feeling... is the legendary blood is thicker than water!"

Chaoyang fell back into the sea!

Song Wenyuan walked forward with big strides, and said a word to this guy, he didn't know what terrible thing he would do.

Kang Tianzhen chased after him with his pillow in his arms, "Hey, are you shy? What's there to be shy about? I have type B blood, my mother has type A blood, and my father has type C blood. What about you?"

Song Wenyuan walked fast and far, and after a few minutes, he left Kang Tianzhen far behind. He stood still and looked back, only to find that Kang Tianzhen's pillow was actually a strap, and he was being held by him like a primary school student He carried it behind his back like a schoolbag, drooping on his buttocks and swaying from side to side as he ran.

"You pillow..."

"Isn't it very advanced?" Kang Tianzhen caught up panting, turned around triumphantly, and showed him by shaking her buttocks, "My mother invented this, you can take my pillow with you wherever you go."

Song Wenyuan was speechless, "Why do you bring a pillow?"

"I recognize the pillow when I sleep."

"What???" Song Wenyuan had only heard that someone recognized a bed when sleeping, but he didn't expect this guy to recognize a pillow!

Kang Tianzhen looked at him pitifully, "Will you discriminate against me because of this?"

"will not."

"Then can I take it to bed with you tonight?"

"..." Song Wenyuan thought that this guy must be something that is often said in Beijing dialect, so he really had nothing to say to him, and nodded as if admitting defeat, "You can do whatever you want, but I don't plan to go back to the hotel right now. "

"Oh."

"Oh what?" Song Wenyuan flicked his nose, "If you really want to sleep, go back to sleep by yourself, and I'll go shopping."

Kang Tianzhen wrinkled his nose, and yawned a little sleepily, "Then I'll accompany you, I don't know Zhao Liang well, he's always weird."

The two wandered around in the dark for a while, but there was really no place to go, so they found a 24-hour teahouse to sit and chat. Song Wenyuan took his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and checked the information of several recent auctions on the forum. Kang Tianzhen took the pillow Put it on the table, put your head on it, and asked lazily, "Will you trouble your teacher when you return to Nanjing?"

Song Wenyuan shook his head, "It's useless for me to trouble him now, just to shake the big tree."

"I'll ask Wang Sanxiao to buy "The Original Meaning of Zhouyi" tomorrow," Kang Tianzhen said, "I've thought about it, now this book has come out of the museum anyway, if we don't buy it, someone else will buy it. It’s useless to say anything else.”

Song Wenyuan thought for a while, then nodded, "You are right, but you have to trouble him again."

"He takes a 10% commission." Kang Tianzhen took out his mobile phone and pulled out a calculator to show him. "This book was shot by that dog official for 800 million yuan. Damn it, it's worth 800 million yuan? I don't know that inexplicable one." How much is the rake from the antique exhibition, this dog official must have been scammed, but I am afraid that he will be very difficult to sell below this price. After all, the government is not in a hurry to deal with him. Let’s count it as 1000 million. 10% is 100 million. Wang Sanxiao, a profiteer, always draws a commission from both sides, and he didn’t do anything when he sat down with this business, earning 200 million for nothing, it’s really easy to make money, no wonder the Wang family is so rich.”

Song Wenyuan smiled, "How can it be as easy as you think?"

"Or you should change your career and become a broker," Kang Tian suggested to him sincerely, "A real empty-handed white wolf, you have such good eyesight."

Song Wenyuan shook his head, "Wang Sanxiao was able to succeed at such a young age because he had a high enough starting point. I am an unknown apprentice, no matter how good my eyesight is, who will buy me? Besides," he pointed unconsciously with his fingers. Flipping through the scanned image of "Huaixin Building Changwuzhi" in the mobile phone, he said softly, "Although I haven't seen the magnificent scenery of Huaixin Building in the south of the Yangtze River, I have long dreamed of it, and I will live in it for the rest of my life." The struggle is endless."