cute naive

80 years ago, the Huaixin Tower of the Song family was famous all over the world. It collected more than 800 kinds of ancient archaeologists from the Song and Yuan Dynasties, exquisitely written old manuscripts, excellent engravings from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and inscriptions. It is often said that the collection of books in the south of the Yangtze River is the best in the world. People's painstaking efforts have created the first library in the south of the Yangtze River. Unfortunately, since the death of Song Shiqi, the collection has gradually been lost, and the former site of Huaixin Building has long been renamed and changed its surname.

Until now, Song Wenyuan has once again erected the plaque of Huaixin Building.

Confucian old house

After understanding her great-grandson's request, the old lady repeatedly agreed, "I want to write! I want to write!"

Song Wenyuan helped the old man into the study, and Kang Tianzhen immediately searched for the old lady's collection of ancient ink, "Old Ancestor, I remember that you have a piece of Cao Sugong's purple jade light, I will use it this time, it is not a pity to keep it. .”

"Darling, I'm just thinking about grandma's old man," the old lady looked at him lovingly, "it's in the ink storage cabinet, let your aunt get the key."

Kang Tianzhen got the key and opened the ink storage cabinet. Rows of small boxes of different shapes came into view, such as golden nanmu, ebony, silk, linen... everything that one expects to find. Mrs. Jiang loved calligraphy all her life and collected 3000 ink boxes at home. Yu ingots of ancient ink.

"Where is Cao Sugong's ink stored?" Kang Tianzhen muttered, groping around in the storage cabinet with his fingers, and took out a black lacquer and gold box, "Is this it?"

The old lady walked over with a cane, took the box, opened the bone buckle, looked at the exquisite gold-painted pattern on the ink block, "This is Cheng Junfang's Taiwei Yuan, Su Gongmo is here..."

"Use Cheng Junfang!" Kang Tianzhen yelled, and turned around, "Song Wenyuan, how about we use Cheng Junfang ink? Hey, Grandma Zu, I remember you still have Pan Gu's Basongfan."

"You," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "Grandma Zu, being able to use Cheng Junfang's ink is a blessing I have cultivated in several lifetimes. How dare I think about the ink of the ink fairy Pangu?"

The old lady walked to the desk with the black lacquered gold box, and said with a smile, "Just use the Taiwei Yuan, it's not that Grandma Zu is reluctant to break Pan Gumo." She took Song Wenyuan's hand and said very fondly, "It's you Great-grandfather liked Junfang Mo very much back then, and he often recited Dong Qichang's words: In a hundred years, there will be no Junfang but the ink of Junfang..."

"Thousands of years later, there will be the name of Junfang without the ink of Junfang," Song Wenyuan continued, "Cheng Junfang's ink was already hard to come by in those days, let alone now, grandma, it is too precious."

"We collect it for fun," the old lady took out the ink ingots and handed them to Kang Tianzhen to grind the ink. She looked at Song Wenyuan kindly and said, "From these antiques that have been passed down for hundreds of years, you can feel the charm of the original, not blindly Collect for collection... this fragrance..."

The old voice gradually disappeared, the old lady squinted her eyes slightly, sniffed the fragrance of ink in the air carefully, and murmured, "The fragrance of ink is elegant and simple, which makes people never tire of hearing it for a long time. This kind of fragrance cannot be imitated by new ink." Yes, good ink..."

Old people often write with ancient ink. Kang Tianzhen has been a book boy since he was a child, and he is very handy in serving paper and ink. I have traveled all over my life, but I have never seen such a good character..."

"Nonsense," the old lady scolded with a smile. Her old fingers picked up a mahogany brush, dipped in thick ink, and the pen was like a snake. They are the essence of hundreds of years of calligraphy.

"It's free and unrestrained, thick and deep," Song Wenyuan praised, "Grandma Zu's skill in this brush is enough to shame those so-called calligraphers who are now everywhere to death."

Writing calligraphy is very tiring. After writing three characters with such concentration, the old lady's body could no longer bear it. She patted him tiredly and said with a smile, "Naughty!"

The nanny helped the old lady to rest. Kang Tianzhen picked up the brush. His paintings are very spiritual, but his calligraphy is so-so. Vice couplet, come on.”

"Write what?"

Kang Tianzhen was grinding ink beside the desk, and looked at him with a smile, "The sky lasts forever, the moon is full, how about it?"

Song Wenyuan laughed, "It can be hung in our bedroom after writing."

Kang Tianzhen pouted, "I want to hang it in the shop."

"Don't make trouble," Song Wenyuan picked up the pen and thought for a while, dipped the ink into the inkstone, and wrote, Kang Tianzhen couldn't help but widen his eyes, only to see that he moved the pen like the wind, and the wild grass in one hand was like a hurricane.

"The flow of water does not compete with the heart, and the cloud cares too late," Kang Tianzhen read the couplet on the paper, frowning slightly - the gap between Song Wenyuan's words and the artistic conception of the couplet is too far, and it is even more like a world away from his character.

After finishing writing, Song Wenyuan put the brush away, embraced Kang Tianzhen, and admired his work together, "Why, I feel that you are unhappy."

Kang Tianzhen shook his head. He couldn't believe that Song Wenyuan, who had always been forbearing and restrained, would write such unrestrained and heroic wild grass. There should be so much outrage.

In September, everything was ready in Huaixin Building, but when it was auspicious, Song Wenyuan clearly felt that Kang Tian was really nervous. The two walked in the community after dinner, and said with a smile, "Don't you believe in my ability?" "No , "Kang Tianzhen looked at him, "I have never met a peer who is better than you, but... I always feel a little uneasy." "Uneasy about what?"

Kang Tianzhen shook his head and didn't speak. He was afraid that what he said would affect Song Wenyuan's morale. He was afraid of failure. The money and power in the antique shop was intricate and complicated. If Song Wenyuan failed to start his business, how sad he would be. "I understand what you're thinking," Song Wenyuan hugged him into his arms, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "Believe me, naive, we will not fail." "But..." "Even if we fail Yes," Song Wenyuan smiled lowly, "Even if we fail, as long as you are still by my side, I will not lose." "..." Kang Tianzhen's face was flushed: a person who doesn't talk about love occasionally says a sentence that almost hurts Life, he is too handsome, I fell in love with him once and provoked qaq...

The night was getting deeper, and the mid-autumn insects in the small flower bed at the foot were chirping. Kang Tianzhen looked up and looked at Song Wenyuan obsessively. He felt that he was so handsome under the shadow of the lamp. kiss his lips.

There were no pedestrians nearby, Song Wenyuan smiled lightly and pressed him against the lamppost, kissing him in the dim light, with infinite love flowing between their lips and tongues, only each other was left in their world.

The cell phone rang suddenly, Song Wenyuan reached out to take out the cell phone, Kang Tianzhen chased his kiss reluctantly, murmured coquettishly, "Kiss again..." "It's Wang Sanxiao," Song Wenyuan answered the phone, "Hello? Sanxiao, why do you have time to call me?" "Did you receive a piece of "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" from Ningbo?" Wang Sanxiao went straight to the topic without saying a word, "The work of the famous Tang Dynasty master Jing Hao."

Song Wenyuan smiled and said, "Yes, when the store opens next week, it will be exhibited as the treasure of the store." "You are fake," Wang Sanxiao said firmly, "Song Wenyuan, you have stepped on a landmine."

Song Wenyuan's voice became gloomy, "Someone deliberately planted mines for me?"

Kang Tianzhen was stunned for a moment, and quickly tugged at Song Wenyuan's arm, "What's going on? Did something happen?"

Song Wenyuan turned on the external speaker, only to hear Wang Sanxiao's voice coming from the phone, "I just got the news that Huang Xingyun is going to smash the place on the day of your opening. Here, yours is an inevitable imitation." "I'm fucking his grandpa!" Kang Tianzhen was furious, and roared, "I'm going to find someone to kill this old bastard! He is not afraid of retribution for his apprentice. ?"

Song Wenyuan sneered, "He has already suffered retribution, hasn't he?" "Kang Tianzhen, calm down the fuck," Wang Sanxiao said lazily, "I can make a copy that will fool you all." , Huang Xingyun must have been planning for a long time, the most urgent thing is not to curse people, but to think about how to solve it, this picture has been printed on your invitation card for publicity, isn't it?"

Kang Tianzhen calmed down, thought about it carefully, and suddenly the back of his neck felt cold. If Wang Sanxiao hadn't heard the news, if Huaixinlou hadn't taken countermeasures, if Huang Xingyun had come to the scene and the wind was blowing, he would have looked at Song Wenyuan in astonishment. .

--The consequences could be disastrous.

Song Wenyuan rubbed his temples, "The invitations have already been printed and distributed, and the temporary change is undoubtedly an acknowledgment of the hole. If such a thing happens before the opening, the reputation will inevitably be damaged."

Kang Tianzhen thought for a while, "We can buy the real product back, and then we will count on it. Huang Xingyun is black and dead. Smile, who did you say the real product is in?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and the lighter rang. Wang San smiled and lit a cigarette, and said calmly, "Beijing, Mr. Wei." "...fuck!" Kang Tianzhen screamed in despair. , holding power and stepping on the golden mountain, once the antiques are in his hands, they will never see the light of day again.

He asked weakly, "Xiaoxiao, do you think he will sell it?" "If you have "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", he will probably exchange it with you," Wang Sanxiao joked leisurely, "But I think it doesn't matter Whether it’s the National Palace Museum in Taipei or the Zhejiang Museum, they won’t sell it to you.”

The little flame of hope struggled for a while, and then extinguished, Kang Tianzhen looked at Song Wenyuan with despair.

Song Wenyuan slapped his smooth forehead a few times, frowned and asked Wang Sanxiao, "I've never heard of the authentic work of "Moonlight on the Spring River" before, how could it be in the hands of Wei Lao?" "There are so many good things in his hand." "Wang San smiled and sneered, "Black, white, clean, unclean, I can't even estimate how many there are. What is exposed to the public is just the tip of the iceberg." "Smiling," Kang Tianzhen suddenly Said, "Can you contact this old Wei for me, I want to try harder."

This task is not too difficult, but the supernatural Wang Sanxiao was silent for a long time, and said lightly, "I didn't pour cold water on you, I know you have money, but this old Wei is not short of money at all, you can't impress him." "I know he is not short of money, but I don't only have money," Kang Tianzhen said earnestly, "You can help me convey to Wei Lao that as long as he is willing, he can choose from all the collections of the Kong and Kang families."