Regarding Feng Wanqing's request, Song Wenjing did not hide his clumsiness. He also had no plans to start a restaurant business, so the two of them could not form a competitive relationship. Therefore, there was no harm in talking to her.
So, in the following time, Song Wenjing explained everything he knew about taste, environment, service, etc.
Time passed very quickly, and in less than twenty minutes, we had arrived at Feng Wanqing's residence.
From the outside, it looks like it is also a staff building, but the overall environment is much quieter than other places.
"Sister Wanqing, you live on the third floor, right? Can you go up by yourself?"
It was only the second time that the two met. Although they had a good conversation along the way and their relationship had become much closer, after all, they had only known each other for a short time, so Song Wenjing had to be more careful to avoid suspicion.
"Let me try." Feng Wanqing got off the trolley, held her waist with both hands, and moved forward step by step.
It didn't matter much when she was walking on level ground, but when she raised her legs to step over the steps, her waist muscles were immediately involved.
"Ouch! It hurts!" Feng Wanqing frowned and cried out all of a sudden.
It is probably because he has been pampered since childhood and has not suffered much, so his tolerance for pain is obviously insufficient.
The problem now is that Song Wenjing can't carry her upstairs. That would definitely be inappropriate. Although Feng Wanqing is ten years older than Song Wenjing, how can a man and a woman alone be seen as decent? What's more, Feng Wanqing
Qing is still single and alone!
The 1980s was still a relatively conservative era. There were many disputes in front of the widow. Considering the other party's perspective, you really need to pay a little attention. Otherwise, Feng Wanqing wouldn't have endured the pain just now and asked to go upstairs.
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But leaving it here is not in line with Song Wenjing's character.
"Sister Wan Qing, are you familiar with the people here? Do you want me to ask them for help?" Song Wenjing put forward his own suggestion.
Since I am not suitable to help, I have to find other people to help. Otherwise, standing like this all the time will not be good for the back injury.
"This is the staff building, so everyone should go to work. Even if there are a few old ladies, it might not be convenient." Feng Wanqing said helplessly.
She didn't say anything about an old man. If she asked an old man to help, she might as well let the good man Song Wenjing do it to the end.
"Sister Wanqing, why don't I carry you upstairs? You can't continue like this!"
"Thank you, I've been bothering you all morning!"
Feng Wanqing did not refuse, but chose to agree. She also knew that if she delayed like this, it would be ugly to be seen, so she might as well go upstairs to rest early.
Song Wenjing didn't say anything, but walked to Feng Wanqing and squatted down. At the same time, he grabbed Feng Wanqing's legs with both hands and lifted Feng Wanqing up on his back.
Feng Wanqing is not tall, only about 160 centimeters, and with her slender figure, she is estimated to only weigh about 90 pounds at most. For Song Wenjing, who has been doing physical work all year round, it will not be difficult for him.
A faint smell of jasmine drifted into Song Wenjing's nose. At this time, Feng Wanqing pressed his hands on Song Wenjing's shoulders, while Song Wenjing bent down slightly, grabbed each other's legs with both hands, and quickly moved towards the third floor
Go ahead.
Feng Wanqing is quite beautiful. Although she is not considered to be the most beautiful girl in the country, her temperament is indeed easy to imagine. Especially now that the two of them are in such a posture, Song Wenjing, who has never been in contact with women, suddenly feels a little excited.
Blushed.
Similarly, Feng Wanqing was also a little embarrassed. Apart from her husband, this was the first time in her life that she was so close to another man.
The third floor arrived quickly. Song Wenjing didn't want people to misunderstand, so he quickly carried Feng Wanqing to the third floor, then put him down and planned to say goodbye.
After being delayed all morning and not receiving anything yet, he needed to go to work quickly.
"Xiao Song, please go away later, I have something for you."
Seeing that Song Wenjing was about to leave, Feng Wanqing quickly persuaded him to stay.
It was only the second time that the two met, and today the other party helped her with such a favor, so she felt a little sorry that she didn't express it. Especially, along the way, Song Wenjing told her many tips about hotel management, which benefited her a lot.
shallow.
She also wanted to build a good relationship with Song Wenjing so that she could ask him for help and reference if she needed anything in the future.
In Feng Wanqing's view, Song Wenjing is a genius in business. He has never actually run a business, but he has so many ideas. And these ideas, in her view, can produce immediate results.
"Sister Wan Qing, it's not necessary, I just want to help you a little bit," Song Wenjing refused.
In Song Wenjing's view, this is indeed a trivial matter, just a little effort. Even if the person he meets today is not Feng Wanqing, but someone else he knows, the person who needs to help will definitely lend a hand.
"Are you sure you don't want to see what it is?" Feng Wanqing pretended to be mysterious and smiled.
"Uh?" Song Wenjing was stunned. He was really curious, but it was not his style to do something like taking advantage of others.
"Sister Wanqing, forget it. I have to collect the rags, so I won't disturb your rest."
Song Wenjing still suppressed his curiosity and prepared to leave.
But he didn't expect that Feng Wanqing's next words would force him to stop.
"I have a picture of "The Shrimp Opera" by Qi Baishi!"
"Ah?" Song Wenjing stood there on the spot and turned around in surprise, "Really? You can still let me observe."
Song Wenjing, who had insisted on leaving just now, suddenly beamed with joy.
Looking at Song Wenjing's expression, Feng Wanqing couldn't help but smile proudly, "Come in, it's in my cabinet, help me get it."
Feng Wanqing held her waist with both hands, moved slowly, walked into the living room, moved to the sofa, sat down, and took a deep breath.
My waist is sprained and it really gives me a headache. Even the slightest movement is unbearable.
Song Wenjing did not immediately go to a cupboard to get the painting Feng Wanqing mentioned. Instead, he went to the kitchen first, found a hot water bottle, and shook it. Fortunately, there was still hot water in it.
There was a bowl in the kitchen, and he didn't bother to look for a cup. He poured a little hot water into the bowl and brought it to the coffee table.
"Sister Wanqing, you'd better take the medicine first. Your sprain may hurt a little in the first two days. It will gradually become less of a problem after that. You will definitely be able to function as normal in a week at most."
Feng Wanqing looked at Song Wenjing gratefully, and then took the medicine with Song Wenjing's help.
"That painting is on the top of the cabinet in the study. You should see it when you open the cabinet door. It's not convenient for me, so you can take it down yourself." Feng Wanqing pointed to the location of the study.
This was no longer the time to be polite. Song Wenjing walked into the study, opened the cabinet door, and found a framed painting.
This painting is not very big, about 60cm*60cm in width. In the painting, six shrimps of different shapes are clustered together.
Every shrimp appears crystal clear, lifelike, elegant and expressive.
Whether it is the body of the shrimp, the beards, or the pincers, they are all vivid and wonderful. In the realm of painting shrimps, Qi Baishi has indeed achieved the ultimate.
The inscription on the painting is: Baishi was eighty-six in the year Bingxu.
There are two seals on the painting, one is: Be happy, old man Shiraishi.
Seeing Song Wenjing hugging the frame and concentrating on it, Feng Wanqing felt a little funny.
She didn't understand this. Some of the things in the house were left by her husband, and most of them were gifts from others who asked for help. The key is that her husband didn't know much about these things, and it was more of just arty.
"Xiao Song, how do you like this painting?"
"The brush strokes are vivid and lifelike. They are indeed Mr. Qi Baishi's authentic works." Song Wenjing continued to observe and admire with admiration.
"Since you really like it, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I don't know much about this. It's more valuable to put it in your hands than to put it in my ashes." Feng Wanqing said lightly.
"Huh?" Song Wenjing was stunned, "Sister Wan Qing, you may not know its value. Let me tell you, if estimated according to the current value, this painting is worth at least about 300 yuan. Although Mr. Baishi died only three years ago,
It has been more than ten years, but the shrimps he painted are still of high quality.
In addition, the antique market has not developed yet. In the next ten to twenty years, its value will definitely soar. It may even be worth several million."
"Oh, how many millions? Are you kidding me?" Feng Wanqing clearly didn't believe it.
Of course, the millions that Song Wenjing mentioned refers to after the 21st century. Compared with now, the price level at that time is definitely not the same.
"Xiao Song, you helped me today. The most important thing is that your suggestion inspired me very much. I will give this painting to you, even if it is worth millions in the future, as you said,
My sister also admitted it."
Feng Wanqing expressed her gratitude sincerely. In her opinion, a painting currently worth about 300 yuan is insignificant compared to the suggestion Song Wenjing made today.