Song Cheng was kidnapped, taken directly to the police car, and drove away.
When people who didn't know the truth came to watch and even whispered, Ma Jianfeng of course explained it to everyone and showed the evidence in front of everyone, which made everyone suddenly realize.
In fact, many people speculated that Song Cheng must have done what happened last night. Unfortunately, speculation is just speculation, and no one actually saw him commit the crime.
He had never been able to fight with others during the day, and at night he tried to burn other people's haystacks, and even almost set the house on fire. Only a second-rate man like Song Cheng could do such a thing.
When the people learned the truth, they even applauded the actions of the police and hoped that they would eliminate a cancer in Songjia Village.
With such people staying in the village, how can the villagers sleep peacefully? Who is not afraid of having their haystacks or houses set on fire for no apparent reason? It’s scary to think about such a thing.
Song Cheng was taken away. As for the punishment he would receive, it was no longer within the scope of Song Wenjing's consideration. In this era, arsonists would not be given light sentences, especially since the severe crackdowns had not been in the past few years.
Zhou Yiping had to go back to the city to work, and Song Wenjing also needed to continue running his own business.
So, I took the "Picture of Ladies" I came back to pick up specially, hitched a ride with my cousin, and returned to the rental house together.
It was already close to noon. Although Zhou Yiping asked for leave, he still hurried back to the office. Song Wenjing started to prepare lunch to save Zhou Lijuan from returning later.
After eating, Song Wenjing still insisted on collecting his own rags. It was not until evening that he knocked on Zhang Wenyuan's door.
"Professor Zhang, am I not disturbing you?" Song Wenjing raised the scroll in his hand as if to show off.
"Hey! You went back and got it so quickly. Come in quickly." Zhang Wenyuan was overjoyed when he saw the scroll and quickly introduced Song Wenjing into the house.
Zhang Wenyuan likes antiques, especially calligraphy and painting.
Now that I see Song Wenjing bringing things over so quickly, I certainly hope to take a look at them as soon as possible.
Song Wenjing, who had been here once, didn't show up. He directly helped clean up the coffee table in the living room, and then slowly opened the scroll.
Song Wenjing had already viewed this painting many times, so he didn't feel anything new about it. But Zhang Wenyuan was different. This was the first time he saw Fei Danxu's "Portrait of Ladies", and he was naturally very surprised.
Judging from his cautious appearance, he is no different from when Song Wenjing first took it back.
Song Wenjing did not disturb Zhang Wenyuan, but ran to pour himself a glass of boiled water, then sat on the sofa to rest.
More than ten minutes later, when Song Wenjing felt like he was about to fall asleep, Zhang Wenyuan finally put down the magnifying glass in his hand and rubbed his eyes, "It is indeed an authentic work by Fei Danxu, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece among his works.
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"Professor Zhang, how dare I show you a fake."
Song Wenjing also rubbed his eyes. He had indeed not slept well in the past two days because of his own affairs. In addition, he had to collect rags in the afternoon. As soon as he took a break, he suddenly felt sleepy.
"Xiao Song, I wonder if this painting of yours can be parted?" Zhang Wenyuan cautiously asked.
"Haha..." Song Wenjing laughed, "Professor Zhang, I belong to the Pixiu family, I can only get in and out. However, if you are willing to cede your seat to me, I can consider it. Don't worry, the difference will be
No matter how much, I'm willing to pay 20% more."
"Hahaha..." Zhang Wenyuan also laughed, "I know you are still thinking about my Huanghuali chair. Let me tell you, don't count on it. As long as I can still sit on it, I can't stand this chair.
Give it to others."
In fact, both of them know that the other will not give in to each other. They are both really fond of antiques, so how can they be willing to give up their favorite things to others? They are not really short of money and need to exchange it.
"Professor Zhang, if you really like it, I will keep this painting for you. When you get tired of looking at it, it will not be too late to return it to me."
"Oh? Aren't you worried that I will trick you?"
Zhang Wenyuan obviously did not expect Song Wenjing to say this, which made him look at this young man even more differently.
Although Song Wenjing had only known Professor Zhang for a short time, it could be seen from his conversation and behavior that he was a scholar and scholar.
When it comes to seeing people, Song Wenjing has experienced too much of the world, and he is confident that he will not see wrong. Therefore, in order to further build a closer relationship, he offered to leave the paintings to Zhang Wenyuan for appreciation.
"Professor Zhang, you are a great professor, why would you still try to trick a young boy like me? Although I haven't traveled all over the world, I have met a lot of people and dealt with a lot of people. I still have this perspective.
some."
Song Wenjing said confidently, which was also considered a compliment.
Such a compliment is something that no one can refuse, even if Zhang Wenyuan is knowledgeable and knowledgeable.
Zhang Wenyuan smiled slightly, enjoying the praise very much. There are no words that are more helpful than praising others for their strong character.
"Okay, since you're not worried, Xiao Song, I'll keep it for a look. How about you come back and take it away in ten days?" Zhang Wenyuan was no longer polite. He really appreciated the painting and wanted to see it again.
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Of course Song Wenjing agreed wholeheartedly.
"Xiao Song, since you are so generous, I won't hide it. I have a few calligraphy and paintings over there, which I have accumulated over many years. What do you think, do you want to see them?"
Zhang Wenyuan reciprocated the favor, which also stimulated his fighting spirit. Xiao Song's "Picture of Ladies" is indeed good, but his collection is not too bad either.
Hearing what Zhang Wenyuan said, Song Wenjing was of course happy to see it come to fruition. He also knew that as a lover, he must have his own collection. What surprised him was that Zhang Wenyuan was willing to give it to him after they met for the second time.
appreciate.
Zhang Wenyuan walked into the study, opened the bookcase with the key, took out a well-preserved scroll from the innermost layer, and walked out confidently.
Seeing Zhang Wenyuan walking out of the study so confidently, Song Wenjing began to look forward to it. He believed that Zhang Wenyuan had the right intention, otherwise he would not act like this.
The scroll was slowly opened on the coffee table again, and Song Wenjing stared at the scroll intently.
A painting, as soon as it was opened, revealed two words: Hengtang.
As the scroll stretched again, a green mountain appeared. Under the foot of the mountain were some residential buildings, small bridges, flowing water, and Huating homes.
There are many willow trees, apricot trees and sweet-scented osmanthus trees interspersed among them. When the breeze picks up, the willows flutter, making it look like a pastoral landscape.
There are hundreds of spring clouds over hundreds of mountains, and apricot blossoms are spotted with rain in March;
I clearly remember that on Hengtang Road, a small boat carried the rain back.
Signature: Zheng Ming;
Seal: Hengshan layman.
"Zizzizi..." Song Wenjing kept making sounds of admiration from his mouth.
"Old man, this is clearly Wen Zhengming's "Hengtang Poetry"! You have such a masterpiece, it's amazing!" Song Wenjing couldn't help but praise.
This was his sincere appreciation, not an attempt to flatter the old man.
Wen Zhengming, formerly known as Wenbi, with the courtesy name Zhengming and the title Hengshan Jushi. He was born in the 6th year of Chenghua of Emperor Xianzong of the Ming Dynasty to an official family in Changzhou County, Shuzhou Prefecture. He once went to the Imperial Academy to wait for an imperial edict, so he was also called "Wen Daizhao".
In literature, Wen Zhengming's attainments were profound and comprehensive. He was excellent in calligraphy, painting, poetry, and writing, so the world also called him the "Four Wonders."
In terms of poetry, he was mainly influenced by Bai Juyi and Su Shi; in terms of writing, he was influenced by Wu Kuan; he learned calligraphy from Li Yingzhen; and he learned painting from Shen Zhou.
He co-founded the "Wu School" with Shen Zhou, and in the history of painting, together with Shen Zhou, Tang Yin, and Qiu Yinggong, he was known as the "Four Wu Schools". In poetry, he was also known as the "Four Talents of the Wu School" with Zhu Yunming, Tang Yin, and Xu Zhenqing.
Wen Zhengming lived from the sixth year of Chenghua to the thirty-eighth year of Jiajing, and did not pass away until he was 90 years old. Therefore, he had many representative works, especially the masterpieces written in his later years, which were widely circulated.
The paintings handed down from generation to generation include: "Thousands of Rocks Competing with Beauty", "Thousands of Gorges Competing with Streams", "Picture of Mrs. Xiangjun", "Shihu Thatched Cottage", "Shihu Poetry and Painting", "Poetry of Hengtang", "Tiger Hill Picture", "Travel to Tianping", "Lingyan Mountain", "Dongting West Mountain", "Humble Administrator's Garden", etc.
His handed down books include "The Drunkard's Pavilion", "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion", "Red Cliff Ode", "Ci of the Fisherman", "Li Sao", "Beishan Yiwen", etc. He is the author of "Futian Collection" and edited "Zhang". Jade Hall Dharma Tie" and so on.
It can be said objectively that Wen Zhengming is a giant of Shuzhou culture.