The assistant hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that Fan Hongru has a bit of a weird personality. It's not easy to make appointments with people you don't know well."
Gu Beixian hummed lightly and picked up the phone.
After pondering for a moment, he dialed the number to his old man.
After being connected.
Gu Beixian asked: "Grandpa, do you know a wealthy foreign businessman named Fan Hongru? He is almost seventy years old, a Chinese American, and loves antiques, especially collecting Fan Kuan's calligraphy and paintings."
The old man thought for a long time and said: "We know him. We have dealt with him several times in the early years. Do you have anything to do with him?"
"Are you two friends?"
"A bit, more than thirty years ago, I once did him a favor."
"A big deal or a small deal?"
"Not too small."
What he said was not small, it should be very busy.
Gu Beixian knew what was going on and responded, "Okay, I'll hang up."
The old man choked and complained: "You brat, you called me so late at night just to ask me this?"
"Well, I have something to do with Fan Hongru."
"When will you take Xiao Su back to your old house? Your grandma has been talking about her lately."
Gu Beixian said in his heart: Everyone has been disturbed by your old son and ran away.
The marriage is divorced, how can we meet again?
He said calmly: "Su Hua has been very busy with work recently. I will bring her back to see you after a while."
When the old man heard this, he became anxious and warned her: "Tell her to pay attention to her health and not to be too tired. After all, she is pregnant. Our family does not lack the little money she earns. We must take good care of the fetus and let her pay more attention to nutrition."
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When Leng Buding heard about the child, Gu Beixian felt a prick in his heart.
Acupuncture is generally uncomfortable.
Everyone hid the news of Su Hua's miscarriage from the old man and the old lady, for fear that they would not be able to bear the shock.
After giving the old man a few perfunctory words, Gu Beixian hung up the phone.
He asked his assistant for Fan Hongru's contact information and called him personally.
At first it was the secretary who picked it up.
After Gu Beixian reported the old man's name, Fan Hongru himself came to pick him up.
After exchanging polite greetings with him, Gu Beixian explained the purpose of his visit, "Mr. Fan, I heard that you have been looking for a copy of "Traveler's Map of Xishan" in China, is that correct?"
Surprisingly, Fan Hongru's character is not strange.
On the contrary, very easy-going.
He laughed and said, "Yes, over the years I have asked Mr. Zhou from the Baichuan Museum to help me look for it. However, the copies I found are not very interesting, and I am not very satisfied."
There was a pause.
He added: "But this afternoon, he sent me a few videos, and the paintings were very spiritual. Unfortunately, for some reason, the other party suddenly changed his mind and refused to take action."
Through the phone, you can hear the regret in his voice.
Gu Beixian is such a smart person.
Several things were connected in series, and he immediately figured it out.
Someone must have messed with this.
He smiled and said: "The painting you mentioned is in my hands now. If the old gentleman is interested, can we make an appointment to meet?"
Fan Hongru was obviously surprised, "That couldn't be better."
"Which country are you in now?"
"I returned to China two days ago to move my ancestral grave, and I'm in Kyoto now. How about you?"
Gu Beixian smiled, "It just so happens that I am also in Kyoto."
The two immediately agreed on a time to meet.
Say a few words and end the call.
Gu Beixian returned to the study, held Su Hua's waist, and pulled her into his arms.
His fingers gently caressed her pale face.
He said: "I found out that the person who wanted to paint was a Chinese-American named Fan Hongru. Mr. Fan was very satisfied with your painting and said that you had changed your mind and refused to take action. I made an appointment with him
We'll meet tomorrow night, and then you can come with me and bring your painting."
The amount of information is too much.
Su Hua didn't react for a moment.
Digested for a while.
Her dead heart suddenly came alive, like a dying butterfly, spreading its wings and flying again.
The dull eyes regained their radiance.
She turned her head and looked at Gu Beixian, "Are you telling the truth? That person really likes my paintings?"
Gu Beixian chuckled softly, "I like it. He was very sorry to hear that you refused to take action."
Su Hua understood.
It was Zhou Baichuan who lied.
It made her doubt herself for a long time.
Gu Beixian pinched her fair little face and said angrily: "It's a big deal, but looking at you like this, it feels like the sky is falling. You don't even have to eat, so you have nothing to lose."
Su Hua rolled her eyes at him.
Gu Beixian curled his lips and smiled.
He stood up, walked to the desk, unfolded the scroll, lowered his eyes and took a closer look, "Look, this painting is so lifelike and vivid on the paper. With such majestic momentum, those who didn't know it would have thought it was painted by a nine-foot strong man."
Yes. Our Huahua is really versatile. She is better at painting mountains, better at drawing shrimps, and better at drawing bamboos."
Su Hua knew that he wanted to make her happy.
You can wear it a thousand times, but you can never wear it to flatter yourself.
After being coaxed by him like this, she felt less aggrieved.
Gu Beixian turned around and took her hand, "Let's go down and eat. I heard Sister Liu say that you've been forgetting about food and sleep these days and haven't had much time to eat well."
It's really not that delicious.
In order to paint this painting, Su Hua lost three pounds.
That night, she ate two small bowls of rice, a bowl of soup, and a lot of meat and vegetables.
My originally flat belly stretched out like a small watermelon.
Touching her bulging belly, Gu Beixian thought of the fetus that died in infancy.
I really want to remarry Su Hua as soon as possible.
After remarrying, having another child may heal the pain in their hearts.
The next day, eight o'clock in the evening.
Su Hua took the painting and Gu Beixian to the hotel where Fan Hongru was staying on time.
The two took the elevator to the penthouse suite.
Gu Beixian rang the doorbell.
The person who opened the door was Fan Hongru's assistant. He was Chinese, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and black-rimmed glasses. He was a very energetic young man.
After entering the house.
The assistant moved the two of them to the sofa in the living room, served them tea, and said, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Fan will be out soon."
Gu Beixian nodded slightly.
Not long after, Fan Hongru walked out of the study.
An old man with an elegant and peaceful temperament.
He is about seventy years old, with gray hair, his face is covered with traces of time, but his eyes are wise and lively.
Wearing a silver-white Tang suit with buckles, a pair of black cloth shoes on her feet, and a small-leaf red sandalwood bracelet in her hand.
Su Hua took a closer look and saw that the bracelet was the highest quality red sandalwood full of golden stars.
Although Fan Hongru is over seventy, his shoulders are straight and he walks with a wind.
At first glance, he is an extraordinary person.
Gu Beixian and Su Hua stood up and greeted with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Fan."
"Sit down, please take a seat." Fan Hongru looked cheerful.
After sitting down, a few people said a few polite words.
Fan Hongru looked at Gu Beixian, "Let's look at the painting first."
Su Hua picked up the painting from the table next to her and unfolded it carefully.
Fan Hongru's eyes followed the unfolding of the painting.
My eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
He stood up, bent down, touched the distant mountains above with his fingers, slowly traced his fingertips down, and murmured to himself: "This is the feeling, this is the feeling. These mountains, this waterfall, this
The jungle, this business trip, these mules and horses are so well painted and wonderfully painted."