"I'll take a photo of the book to you first. You can study it first. As for the physical objects, I will definitely bring them to you as soon as I go back. What do you think?" Jian'er asked.

"That's it..." Mr. Song hesitated for a moment, still a little unwilling to accept it. "That, actually, I'm in good health and not afraid of trouble. Or I'd better go over and stay in a hotel at that time, and you can bring "Getit" to the hotel. You know my old Song's temperament. You will definitely not be able to cheat your girl. If you have something to do, you will be busy with yours. When you finish this trip, we can still help you, or if your girl is carrying such a heavy book, it's not a big deal, right?"

Jian'er's black line, this person can really say that he is worried about himself. If nothing unexpected happens, this person should think that even if the "Ge Tie" in his hand is not a ancestral book, the paper and ink used alone are definitely not the same as the complete set without any incompleteness and first-class quality. Such a treasure is definitely attraction for the old insects in these industries. Not to mention helping him carry the plane, even if he holds it for twenty-four hours, he probably will be happy, or even want it.

"I said, "You guys, don't make this idea anymore. Don't forget that you need a passport to go abroad. Even if you don't have a passport, you can't get on the plane even if you buy a ticket, and you can't fly." After rubbing your forehead that was a little painful, Jian'er said weakly.

"Then, I'll do it after dawn!" Mr. Song said unconvincedly.

"That won't happen either." Jian'er said.

"Why can't it happen!" Mr. Song protested.

"Even if you go to apply for it tomorrow, it will take time to get this passport. When you get your passport, I will probably be back. Why bother to be poor again?" Jian'er advised, "Why would you rather take the pictures I took from me and compare them carefully, and be familiar with it. When I go back, will you be more comfortable to see the real thing?"

This seems to be right. When I think of it, Mr. Song finally nodded: "That's it, come here, remember to take a closer look, and remember, you can't use flash (small science: organic cultural relics such as calligraphy and painting are particularly sensitive to light, and the illumination should be controlled below 5o lux (International lighting unit). The flash can cause 2o to 25o lux for objects 1 meter apart, which gives the tolerance range of paper cultural relics. Therefore, it is strongly recommended not to turn on the flash and turn off the light to take photos of organic cultural relics!) Do you know?"

"I know, you don't think I don't even know this little common sense, right?" Jian'er was really speechless at this moment.

"Aren't I worried?" Mr. Song smiled foolishly, and then rushed to urge Jian'er, "Hurry up, by the way, remember to shoot while I'm going to turn on the computer now, waiting for you." Humph, fortunately, I have always liked to play with these new things, unlike Old Man Huang and the others, otherwise I wouldn't have to stare at me now! Mr. Song became arrogant in an instant.

"Yes, yes. I know, I'm going to shoot it, no problem!" Jian'er responded with a loud voice. Thank God, he finally coaxed the old man. Well, he quickly worked. Otherwise, he would have to give her a series of death ca11 when the old man turned on the computer. Well, he would take a photo of a copy to the old man and let him watch it first. So he would not urge him to keep on doing something. Which volume should he take? By the way, let's take the eighth volume, which is the word "Sage of Calligraphy". The custody means that the old man is fascinated by reading it. At least he won't bother her again while she continues to take pictures. Okay, that's how he decided happily! Jian'er jumped out of the bed, carefully placed the volume, started work, and worked!

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Refresh, refresh, refresh again!

Really, why haven't the email arrived yet? What's Jane Jane doing? She's so slow! Just when Mr. Song was about to hold back and was about to call to urge him, a "ding dong" sounded softly, and Mr. Song's eyes lit up. The first time he saw that the message prompt sound from this receiving message was so pleasant, like the sound of nature.

Download, save, download, save again! As if you are worried that the photos sent by Jian'er will run away with feet when they are slow. Mr. Song immediately saved all the pictures in his computer. He was worried that something unexpected happened. The old man saved one of the a, B, c, and d disks, and then did not forget to put another one into U.

"Okay, now it's time to be completely lost." He pointed a little sand with satisfaction. Only then did Mr. Song have the leisure to start to appreciate it quietly.

"Volume 8, the calligraphy saint!" His eyes lit up, and Mr. Song was excited. This girl Jian was considerate. Knowing that he loved Wang Xizhi the most, she immediately passed on the works of this great god.

Well, the brushwork of this character is exquisite, the strokes are elegant and elegant, and the brushwork is gentle and subtle, like flowing clouds and flowing water. The structure is beautiful, the bones are elegant, and the dots and strokes are sparse and dense. The composition is clever and contains abundant artistic beauty in the size. Regardless of horizontal, vertical, dots, hooks, and strokes, it can be said that it is the wonderful use of the brush to make the tip. It can be said that it is completely in line with the characteristics of the "Sage of Calligraphy" calligraphy.

"Damn, it's really the 'Sage of Calligraphy's Ink Treasure!" As a brainless fan of "Sage of Calligraphy", Mr. Song was soon sure that this was definitely the rubbing of the "Sage of Calligraphy".

The mouse was light and he turned it over one by one. Old Master Song's eyes widened wider. He finally realized how good the appearance was as intact as Jian'er said. This was almost the same as the new volume. Old Master Song felt that his hands and lips were shaking, and he felt like he wanted to whistle to the sky. Compared with this, the three volumes of the Shanghai Museum were not enough to read.

By the way, what did that girl Jian'er say before? It seemed that she had obtained a full set of ten volumes. If she really had such a good look...

No, no, he can't think about it anymore, otherwise he should take the effective heart-saving pill again!

Mr. Song stood up and started to circle around the room. No, no, he had to ejaculate! Otherwise he would definitely be suffocated!
Chapter completed!