cute naive

After sending Kong Xin away, Song Wenyuan leaned against the door, looking involuntarily at the Gujin Pavilion diagonally opposite, recalling a cheerful and insane figure.

"Brother Song, what are you thinking, smiling so wickedly?" The clerk poked him.

Song Wenyuan came back to his senses suddenly, touched the corner of his mouth, "Did I laugh?"

"It's scary to laugh. Those who didn't know thought you were standing up in broad daylight and having sex dreams."

"Go aside!" Song Wenyuan scolded with a smile, looked at the opposite side again, suddenly paused, and saw Huang Xingyun's old figure walking from the crowd.

He is only fifty years old this year. Although he has been pampered and pampered all his life, the successive blows of losing his wife and children in the middle age make him look far older than his peers. Walking like this from the bustling crowd in the antique street, he seems to have grown old. More than sixty years old.

"Teacher," Song Wenyuan smiled gently, "I heard that you have been to the capital these few days?"

Huang Xingyun nodded, "There is a special auction of calligraphy and painting in Beijing, and I was invited to be a consultant."

"Wouldn't you see a lot of treasures then?"

"How can there be such a blessing? There are only a few genuine ones, and there are many others that can be seen as fake at a glance, and they are all mixed up in the auction. It's really a decline in the world," Huang Xingyun reprimanded a few words regretfully, sitting on his own Sitting on the royal huanghuali armchair, his eyes fell on the teacup on the coffee table, slightly surprised, "Is there any guest worthy of your Mingqian Longjing?"

This old guy always treats customers with the dishes. In his shop, those who can drink the premium Mingqian Longjing are all people who have studied the collection.

Song Wenyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Kong from Gujin Pavilion came over just now."

Huang Xingyun's face was pulled down three feet long, "What is he doing here?"

"This person is inexplicable, he came here and said some nonsense and then left," Song Wenyuan said nonsense without changing his face, "probably because he was too busy."

"Hmph, I'm afraid I'm full," Huang Xingyun snorted. He and Kong Xin have always been at odds. The two have their own strengths. Kong Xin is good at appreciating porcelain, and Huang Xingyun is the master in calligraphy and painting appreciation. There is no conflict at all. , but they can't hold the two houses diagonally opposite each other. After getting along for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be a little friction, and they will hate it after coming and going.

Song Wenyuan knew that the two old guys didn't like each other, so he just laughed it off, didn't say much, and neatly poured Huang Xingyun's favorite drink, Jin Junmei.

The sweet and rich aroma of honey wafted in the small antique shop. Huang Xingyun took a sip and nodded enjoying it, "Wen Yuan, you are good at making tea."

"It's the teacher who taught me well."

"Putting up!" Huang Xingyun scolded with a smile, slowly finished a cup of tea, motioned for Song Wenyuan to refill the water, looked at his busy figure, and said, "I heard that you and Kembard had some quarrels?"

Song Wenyuan said lightly, "He is too arrogant, and I am young and energetic, so I can't help but want to teach him a lesson."

"You also know that you are young and energetic?" Huang Xingyun snorted, "What kind of identity is Ken Bud? You can teach him a lesson. Tell me, how do you plan to end up with such a big dispute?"

Facing the accusation from his teacher, Song Wenyuan pondered for a moment, and said calmly, "I haven't thought about how it will end. In this matter, I just need to tell the facts I know. Experts will come to judge whether it is right or wrong. It's not for me to end."

"You are really..." Huang Xingyun sighed heavily, "You have such a tough temper, you can't make any money in the antique business. First, you were regarded as a thorn in the side of Kang Tianzhen, and then you provoked Ken Bud. Later, when you leave the teacher and start a new one, How should I live? How should I explain to your father?"

Song Wenyuan slowly closed his eyes as if he had been stabbed by the words of his father, and when he opened them he regained his composure. He chuckled, "Today, my father no longer has the strength and status to talk to you Now, he's just a delirious drunk."

"What a crime!" Huang Xingyun sighed, "You have to persuade your father more when you go home. Back then, Young Master Song was also envied by everyone. His lovely wife and son, what a beauty, why... oh..."

Song Wenyuan stood beside him numbly, with an expression as indifferent as if he hadn't heard his sigh at all. After a while, after Huang Xingyun finished sighing, he asked softly, "Jiahua Auction House will invite experts to hold an appraisal meeting. Will you attend?"

Huang Xingyun said, "I have received invitations from the Jiang family, but I haven't responded to them yet. After all..." He raised his old and sharp eyes, looked at Song Wenyuan and said, "You are my closed disciple."

"You think I'm going to lose?"

Huang Xingyun said to him earnestly, "I know you once got a copy of "The Original Meaning of the Book of Changes" and donated it to the museum, but I have seen Kembard's collection, and it is not the same copy as yours."

Song Wenyuan frowned, "What?"

"I suggest you reconcile with Kembard as soon as possible." Huang Xingyun didn't explain much, and he looked at his closed disciple with pity, "Don't wait for things to become big and ruin your reputation. No matter how difficult it is for you in your life Turn around, think about your senior brother Zhao Liang, he was also a rare expert in identification back then, once he smashed his signboard, he would never be able to stand on the stage for the rest of his life."

Song Wenyuan was silent and did not speak. When Huang Xingyun mentioned Zhao Liang, he inevitably thought of his dead son. He tightly held the armrest of the armchair with pain in his eyes.

Song Wenyuan gently turned and left. This person brought him into the world of antiques with one hand, but destroyed his family with the other. For this person, he respected and hated at the same time. However, at this moment, when he missed The son who died young, he was just a poor old man.

After a long time, Huang Xingyun seemed to have finally come out of the painful memory. He let out a long breath, "Wen Yuan, have all the invitations for the birthday banquet been sent out?"

"It's all delivered."

"What about the Kong family?"

"Mr. Kong was not there when the invitation was delivered, but Mr. Luo said he would be there on time."

Huang Xingyun waved his hands impatiently, "Where's naive?"

Song Wenyuan froze for a moment, "He? He probably won't come."

"Send him a separate invitation," Huang Xingyun said, "Tiantian is a good boy, we need to keep in contact with him more, so that he won't be spoiled by Kong Xin."

Feeling uncomfortable, Song Wenyuan said in a low voice, "Tianzhen has already returned to the United States, and he probably won't return to China by the time of the birthday party next month."

"Back to America?" Huang Xingyun looked at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? I saw him in the museum this morning."

"..." Song Wenyuan's heart was overwhelmed instantly, but his face was calm, "What is he doing in the museum?"

"He said he was going to copy an ancient painting," Huang Xingyun smiled appreciatively, "I took a look, and his painting skills are really good. The peaks are green and the pines are beautiful. It can be said that the painting is like a person."

Song Wenyuan nodded, "He is very talented."

"Only a child like innocent can be worthy of my Langxuan," Huang Xingyun rubbed the black sandalwood rosary on his wrist, pondered for a moment, his gloomy mood gradually improved, he picked up the teacup, blew on the surface of the water gracefully, and laughed loudly Said, "Wen Yuan, tell me, if I go to Kong's family to propose marriage, how ugly will Kong Xin's fox face be?"

Song Wenyuan took a deep breath, but felt that the gloom in his chest could not be suppressed no matter what, he clenched his fist tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't imagine, Tianzhen and brother Langxuan are both men, besides, Tianzhen He is a living person who is alive and kicking, why is he insane to marry a dead person!"

Huang Xingyun's face turned livid in an instant, and the tea cup fell out.

Song Wenyuan swiftly moved aside, and the teacup with soup and water smashed on a Xuande stove, and it shattered with a bang. The poured ashes were wetted by the tea, and slid down along the beautifully patterned rosewood strips.

Huang Xing was so lucky that he trembled all over. He pointed at Song Wenyuan with trembling fingers, and after a while, he said angrily, "Get lost!"

The clerks in the store looked at the pair of master and apprentice who had suddenly turned their faces in horror, and they didn't dare to take a breath. They stared at the rosewood stained by the ashes, and they didn't dare to go forward to try to persuade them to fight, and they didn't dare to rush to clean it up.

Song Wenyuan seemed as if nothing had happened, smiled warmly at him, picked up his bag, and turned to Huang Xingyun and said, "Then I'll go back first, teacher, calm down, don't be so angry at such an old age."

"roll!"

Song Wenyuan walked out of the shop calmly and calmly.

When he got home, he made himself a cup of tea, and sat quietly by the bed. The sun was shining today, leaving fine specks of light on the sheets. He gently stroked the pillow, recalling how Kang Tianzhen fell asleep peacefully on it. , the corners of his lips curl into a chuckle.

——I really hope that the relationship between the two has undergone a qualitative change the next time I hug him to this bed.

Although the old man Huang Xingyun was hypocritical and ruthless, he revealed a piece of news that surprised him. Song Wenyuan took out his mobile phone and dialed Kang Tianzhen's number, thinking about the reason why this guy ran back to the United States less than half a month ago.

"Beep...beep...the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please wait..."

Song Wenyuan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, opened the drawer and took out a SIM card, put it in the phone, and continued to dial. After less than two rings, the other side answered, "Hello? Who is it?"

A voice full of vitality came out through the phone, and Song Wenyuan's pores exploded in an instant, as if an addict had inhaled the highest-quality ice drug. He lowered his voice and chuckled, "Kang Tianzhen, I will give you 30 seconds to make up a reason to explain. Why didn't you answer my call, uh... now you only have 25 seconds left."

There was a strange silence on both sides of the phone, only the sound of each other's heavy breathing. Song Wenyuan knew that it was because of his uncontrollable excitement, but he didn't know why the guy on the other side of the phone was panting like a dog.

Time was fleeting, Kang Tianzhen held back for 30 seconds and let out a growl as if a ghost had strangled his neck, "Damn! Groove!!!"

Song Wenyuan laughed out loud at the ups and downs of swearing. After laughing for a long time, his voice gradually subsided. He murmured softly, "Naively, if there is a person who likes you from the bottom of his heart, likes your smile, likes your talent, likes your nature Chunche, I like you so much that I can't help myself, would you...would you like him?"

"..." Kang Tianzhen, who had always been annoying with his chatter, fell silent for an unprecedented time.

Every second of this silence made Song Wenyuan's heart sink a little more. He stretched out his hand and drew in the air on the big bed, as if that person was still lying here. After a long while, he smiled softly, "No It doesn't matter if you like it, just pretend that you didn't ask the question just now, and don't affect your mood because of other people's shameful abnormal love."

Kang Tianzhen still didn't speak.

Song Wenyuan's heart was cold, he said softly, "Then... let's do this first, come out to play when we have time, goodbye."

The moment he pressed his finger to "hang up", Kang Tianzhen roared through the phone, "Song Wenyuan, did you take the wrong medicine? Next time I make harassing calls when I go to the toilet, I will castrate you!! !"