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After dinner, Song Wenyuan was admiring the ancient paintings in the study, while Kang Tianzhen was lying on the sofa with a round belly, "I seem to have eaten too much."

"If you eat too much, go downstairs and run around," Song Wenyuan said without raising his head.

Kang Tianzhen said sadly, "I ate too much, I can't run anymore."

Song Wenyuan looked back at him, his eyes fell on the white belly, and couldn't help laughing, "Then you can just lie there and grow fat."

"It's good to have more flesh, these two have been running around more and more, and I've lost weight." Kang Tianzhen touched his belly with pity, "My dad will feel bad when I go home."

This is the truth... Song Wenyuan smiled, and suddenly realized something, "You want to go home? Back to the United States?"

"Yeah, I've been out for so long, it's time to go back," Kang Tianzhen ate too much, and it was uncomfortable to lie down, so he turned over with difficulty, lay down on the sofa, and found that the pressure in his stomach was even more uncomfortable, so Flip back again.

Song Wenyuan clenched the magnifying glass in his hand, remained silent and didn't speak, and didn't even look back at him.

I only heard Kang Tianzhen rambling on, "Originally, I came back to China for Biying's birthday. At the beginning, I told my father that I would go home after marrying the goddess. Now it's all right. Not only does the goddess not like me, she even wants to get rid of me. You don't hesitate to introduce your best friend to me, I'm still a young master after all, and I'm also a three-point face, I was deeply hurt, I want to go home and lick my wound... Hey, will you be reluctant to part with me?"

Song Wenyuan lowered his head and looked at the ancient painting in his hand without focusing his eyes, but his voice was very calm, even with a slight smile as always, he smiled, "No one will miss you, you will only annoy people to death."

"It's disgusting," Kang Tianzhen was dissatisfied, rubbing his stomach with his hands, "He's just a little bit of chatter."

"It's not just a drop, one day you can shut up, and the world will be peaceful."

"Hey, you despise others..."

The night was getting late, and Kang Tianzhen's aftereffects of drinking hadn't disappeared. After being annoying for a long time, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the sofa. After admiring the ancient paintings, Song Wenyuan packed them up carefully, walked to the sofa, and looked down With a heartless sleeping face, he sighed softly, feeling very sad in his heart.

After carrying Kang Tianzhen back to the bed, Song Wenyuan returned to the study. After tasting the sweetness of his lips, Song Wenyuan was completely unable to share the bed with him, even staying in the same space. He was afraid that he would lose control.

There were traces of him lying on the sofa. Song Wenyuan lay on it, stroking his lips, unable to sleep all night.

Because the Antique Street opened early in the morning, both of them had developed the habit of getting up early. When Song Wenyuan got up, he saw that Kang Tianzhen was fully dressed, standing on the balcony with his hands on his hips, twisting his buttocks.

"……what are you doing?"

"Morning exercise," Kang Tianzhen turned around while twisting his buttocks, and invited him very friendly, "Come together?"

"Your way of morning exercise is too shameful," Song Wenyuan taunted, turned and went into the bathroom, but his mind was full of the stupid look of that guy shaking his head. Backlight stood in front of him, every move seemed to be a temptation.

Kang Tianzhen didn't know it, and after bouncing around, he followed Song Wenyuan into the bathroom, pulled down his pants to pee.

Song Wenyuan heard the sound of splashing water, depressed, "Can you wait until I finish washing?"

"Dubbing for you," Kang Tianzhen sang as he opened the sluice and released the water, "Wash up, wash up, beep~~beep~~"

"To shut up!"

Song Wenyuan wiped the water from his face, and walked out of the bathroom with a face full of steam. This guy didn't feel the slightest sentimentality about the upcoming parting, and it seemed that his loss was so wishful thinking.

After breakfast, the Kang family's car stopped downstairs, the door opened, and a pair of slender and sexy legs stretched out. After Kang Chunjie got out of the car, he lifted his sunglasses with his fingers, and looked at the old residential building in front of him expressionlessly.

"Dad!" Kang Tianzhen rushed out of the corridor, rushed forward and hugged his body, rubbing against his body, coquettishly.

"So happy?" Kang Chunjie knows his son's personality well, and he always avoids him when he knows that this guy is fine. He must be so sad because he is so affectionate, and he wants to seek comfort in his parents' arms. Here, he pinched his son's chin and was about to speak when he suddenly found a dark mark on his neck, and his beautiful brows frowned suddenly.

Kang Tianzhen blinked, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Have a girlfriend?" Kang Chunjie slid his finger over the hickey, and said lightly, "Or, a boyfriend?"

Kang Tianzhen flattened his mouth, "What's more, he was broken in love, and Jiang Biying once again rejected me with actions. Dad, the heart of the innocent boy is broken again."

"Broken and go home sticky," Kang Chunjie stared at the hickey thoughtfully, his eyes gliding to Song Wenyuan who came out behind Kang Tianzhen, and said to him expressionlessly, "Thanks for taking care of Tianzhen."

Song Wenyuan smiled gently, "We are friends, and we can't talk about taking care of him. I also want to thank him for accompanying me."

Kang Chunjie was straightforward, "Xiao Song is gay?"

"..." Song Wenyuan took a breath.

Kang Tianzhen jumped up, "Damn it, Mom, don't say that you're just out of your mind. This is personal privacy. If you want to know, you can ask me quietly. I will gossip with you. If you ask in person, don't give up. People's face."

"Homosexuality is not inferior to others," Kang Chunjie said calmly.

"Although that's the case," Kang Tianzhen whispered, "but Song Wenyuan is more introverted, and his mind is not as open as ours. I'm afraid he will think too much."

Kang Chunjie glanced at the hickey on his neck, and snorted coldly, "I think he is much more open than you."

"Don't be like this, just be friendly." Kang Tianzhen didn't know what medicine his father had taken wrongly, but he still patiently mediated, "Didn't you like him a lot when you were in Jingdezhen?"

Kang Chunjie looked suspiciously between the two young people, and suddenly asked his son, "Do you like him?"

"What???" Kang Tianzhen jumped three feet high, pointing his finger back and forth between himself and Song Wenyuan, his eloquent mouth seemed to have aphasia for a moment, "I, I, I..."

"It seems that I don't like it yet, it's good," Kang Chunjie put his heart back into his stomach, picked up his son and stuffed it into the car, then sat in, lowered the car window and smiled kindly at Song Wenyuan, "How offensive just now?" , please bear with me."

Song Wenyuan felt bitter in his heart, and the smile on his face became calmer and calmer, "It doesn't matter."

Kang Tianzhen passed Kang Chunjie, poked his head out of the window, and waved his hands with a smile, "Then I'll go, don't miss me too much."

Song Wenyuan couldn't help but rubbed his hair, "Don't forget to send me a WeChat message when you arrive in the United States."

"That depends on whether I remember or not."

"...Little heartless."

Watching the luxurious Lamborghini go away, the smile on Song Wenyuan's face was cracked inch by inch. He clenched his fingers tightly, and the resentment towards reality in his chest reached an unprecedented intensity.

After standing there for a while, he turned around silently and walked into the narrow corridor. ——Love has gone away from you, but life is still going on endlessly.

He made an appointment with the staff of the calligraphy and painting department of the auction house, and sent the ancient paintings to participate in the auction in the afternoon.

Huang Xingyun is an influential major shareholder of Jiahua Auction House. As his closed disciple, Song Wenyuan is also familiar with the staff. Xiao Wang who made the appointment this time is an acquaintance.

After carefully appreciating it, Xiao Wang held Song Wenyuan's hand excitedly, "Genuine! Genuine! Oh my god, it's full of geniuses! This is a national treasure!"

Song Wenyuan joked with a smile, "Is this how the magic pen is used?"

"Don't worry about how you use it, it's just a description," Xiao Wang held his heart, and took a few deep breaths, "Huh~huh~ I can't breathe soon."

"Don't play tricks, hurry up and estimate the price," Song Wenyuan wrote lightly, "Let's see how it is suitable for auction."

Xiao Wang said solemnly, "I personally can't estimate the price. You need to call experts to discuss this painting. However, in 1990, there was a joint work by the same court painter of the Yuan Dynasty that appeared at a New York auction. At that time, the transaction price was 187 million US dollars. , set a world record for the auction of ancient Chinese paintings and calligraphy at that time, and that was more than 30 years ago."

In order to show respect for the ancient painting, Xiao Wang immediately reported it to the leadership, and the auction house convened senior management and experts from the painting and calligraphy department to appreciate the "Tianqing Yaji Picture".

Jiang Biying, the imperial daughter of the auction house, also participated in it as a special assistant to the chairman, and everyone appreciated them one by one, and they were full of praise.

The person in charge of the Painting and Calligraphy Department spoke highly of Song Wenyuan, "It's really a national treasure, Xiao Song, you really deserve to be Huang Lao's disciple. You not only have enough eyesight to collect antiques, but you also have enough luck."

Song Wenyuan smiled modestly, "It's a blessing that I didn't humiliate my teacher."

"Hey, with your ability, it's only a matter of time before you become famous, and you will become Huang Lao's pride."

Jiang Biying gave Song Wenyuan an appreciative look, and turned to the management present, "Such a heavyweight work is fully qualified to appear as the finale of the Spring and Autumn Auction. Minister Li, Manager Zhang, what are your plans?"

Manager Zhang said, "Now that the spring auction has just ended, we tentatively plan to preview the autumn auction in mid-October, and the official opening in early November. Xiao Song, are you in a hurry to make a move?"

Song Wenyuan pondered for a moment, "Everyone here knows my financial situation. Waiting until November is too long."

"Actually, we are going to hold a painting and calligraphy exhibition called "Pearls from the Vast Sea" at the end of June, and we will have some auctions at that time," Minister Li said, "It's just that the scale is not large, and the price...you know it too."

"It's too hasty to participate in this calligraphy and painting exhibition," Jiang Biying said, "Wen Yuan, this painting is a national treasure. You must have a long-term vision. I know your situation, but rushing to auction is really a shame for the value of the national treasure. "

"Tianqing Yaji Picture" is a rare treasure. If possible, Song Wenyuan's 100 million people would not like to send it for auction, but he can't. To store such a precious treasure in his Bobao Pavilion, he is currently There is really no wealth worthy of collecting national treasures.

"Let me think again."

Jiang Biying suddenly said, "We can adjust it, Manager Zhang, you go down and adjust the plan immediately, I want to hold the painting and calligraphy exhibition in June as the largest calligraphy and painting auction of the year. Qing Ya Ji Tu" is the top priority, and the auction catalog must be sent to the hands of the most famous collectors at home and abroad..."

Song Wenyuan smiled and watched Jiang Biying assign tasks neatly, thinking that this woman has a beautiful appearance and an independent personality. She can be called both talented and beautiful.

When sending Song Wenyuan out, Jiang Biying said with a smile, "This painting will be a turning point in your life. Once you sell it, you will have sufficient funds, and you will never be as timid as you are now."

"I hope," Song Wenyuan sighed softly, "To be honest, I don't want to send it on the auction at all."

Jiang Biying encouraged him, "You have enough strength, send this painting for auction, and you will receive more and better paintings in the future. We collect antiques, and the picture is never to take the national treasure as our own, to be able to appreciate it. , it’s like owning it.”

"Own it after seeing it?" Song Wenyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, "I am not as free and easy as you."

Jiang Biying smiled, "The authorities are just delusional."

The two stood at the door saying goodbye, and suddenly the sensor door in the hall opened, and a handsome young man came out surrounded by several staff members in filming uniforms.

"Hey, Miss Jiang!" The young man walked over with a big smile, his eyes fell on Song Wenyuan, and suddenly his face was full of joy, pointing at him and shouting, "Song! Wen! Yuan! Long time no see!"

Song Wenyuan was taken aback, "Hong Yang? Why are you here?"