020 Qingying enters the temple, the real beam body
When Jiang Fuli went back, Bai Zi was still squatting at the door.
She put away the umbrella, raised her head and watched the endless heavy rain lazily. Her long hair was casually tied behind her head by the ancient wooden hairpin. The hair on her forehead was wet by the rain and fog, and it slid slightly across the cold white
cheek.
Like a cat wandering in the rain, tempting, hesitating, lonely, unable to find the way home, he accidentally broke into the ink painting.
"You walk very slowly." Bai Feng looked up at him. Her eyelashes were dark and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.
Jiang Fuli returned the phone to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said casually: "I looked at a classmate who is not very smart in your class to do the test."
"Who?" Bai Qi stood up and followed him outside. The training class was full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.
No one is not very smart.
She took the phone, and the red ribbon on her right hand reflected her white jade-like wrist, with bright and colorful colors.
"Sit in front of you."
Bai Zi: "…?”
According to legend, Ning Xiao, who was admitted to Jiangjing University this year, was the first and second in the school all year round?
He isn't very smart?
Jiang Fuli was holding an umbrella with clear joints on his fingers, "Why do you want to show your classmates the questions today?"
"Oh, we're divided into groups," Bai Feng walked lazily, "In a group of four, I copied one for the other three teammates."
Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly.
While the two were talking, they arrived at the milk tea shop. Ming Dongheng accompanied Jiang He to squat at the door of the milk tea shop.
Jiang He was still slowly turning the seventh-level fifth Rubik's Cube. The seventh-level fifth Rubik's Cube is a ball with twelve sides. The quick twist formulas are numerous and complicated, but Jiang Fuli thought it was too simple and too lazy to write formulas for him.
Only by memory can you recover.
So his actions were terrible for Jiang Fuli, so Jiang Fuli gently looked away.
Jiang He: “…”
He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fuli.
Bai Zi went to grab his collar and pinched his face: "What are you doing?"
Jiang He grabbed the corner of her clothes, but he didn't even look at Jiang Fuli if he beat her to death.
Seeing Jiang Fuli coming, Ming Dongheng got up and followed him and handed him the red invitation letter in his hand. "Director Chen bought an invitation letter in the black market, and the auction will start at 7 pm the day after the auction."
"Is it sure it is the original work of Liang Zewen's apprentice?" Jiang Fuli put the umbrella aside and reached out to take the invitation letter, which was deserted.
"It's certain, but who will come from, and it will be announced until the auction."
Jiang Fuli nodded, leaned against the sofa in the corner, and placed the invitation letter on the table, "What questions did you leave today?"
Bai Zi handed him the question and looked at the familiar invitation letter—
Because Zhang Shize took him to play table tennis, there was a clear depression in the middle.
she:"……"
"Don't send this answer to your classmates first," Jiang Fuli finished analyzing it, picked up a pen, and wrote another question. His faint tone was unable to hear his emotions, "Let them think first."
**
When the white squid returned, the rain gradually became lighter.
Today it is Ji Shaorong waiting for her at the entrance of the alley.
When she went back, Ji Heng's yard lights were on, and Ji Heng was drinking tea in the same middle-aged man in the main room.
There was also a beautiful gift on the table.
It is Ren Qian's secretary-general.
"Miss Bai is back," the Secretary-General stood up and said goodbye when he saw Bai Zi, "That's it, Mr. Ji, we have a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow."
It was obvious that he left after pinching the dot that Bai Zi came back.
After the person left, Ji Shaorong frowned: "Dad, I'll just go and tell the Ren family, and even though the police force in Xiangcheng has increased, it may not be possible..."
"Don't interfere, I'll ask myself." Ji Heng shook his head.
Bai Zi sat on the side, holding her chin and waiting for them to finish chatting.
Ji Heng lowered his head and took a sip of smoke. Bai Feng was looking at him for a moment: "..."
"Ah," Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up and walked out: "I remembered that I had stewed ginger soup for Ah, and I'll go and see if it's ready."
It was raining on Saturday, and Bai Su and Jiang He read books in the library for another day.
They all had something to do on Sunday night.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Bai Xiang came back from the library, the Ren family's car parked at the intersection of Qingshui Street to pick her up.
"Miss Bai," the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, "Your grandfather and our husband went to the auction house. Mr. Ren asked me to wait for you here. Are you going?"
Bai Shi raised his eyes and asked lazily, "Auction?"
"Yes, today there are auction items from disciple Liang Zewen, and your grandfather has also gone."
Bai Zi stopped in place for a while before nodding.
The driver glanced at her, no surprise.
Bai Su sat behind, put his wrist loosely on his knees, opened the vocabulary app on his phone and started memorizing English words.
The driver looked at the rearview mirror and was a little surprised. He knew that this was the Ji family.
But I didn't expect that she would not be cramped at all when she took a business car of this level for the first time.
The car slowly drove into the intersection of Heishui Street.
At the entrance, the driver respectfully handed over a document, and the other party let the pass go. The driver looked at the rearview mirror and explained, "You need a pass here, especially when there is an auction today, not everyone can come in."
Bai Zi was memorizing words without even raising her head.
At the end of Heishui Street, the White Tiger Auction Store was seen from a distance a twenty-meter-high stone carving white tiger lying majestic at the entrance of the auction.
There was a bunch of people queuing up at the entrance.
The driver couldn't drive in, so he parked the car there from a distance, "Miss Bai, go and queue up first. Mr. Ren and the others will go in first, and someone will pick you up at the entrance."
Bai Zi got out of the car with headphones and walked into the crowd.
Mao Kun stood at the entrance of the auction house with a cigarette in his hand to prevent anyone from causing trouble.
He has yellow hair and is fierce and has a fierce reputation on this street, especially recently I heard that the poisonous scorpion is broken and it is all related to him.
The very famous poisonous scorpion in Heishui Street can defeat poisonous scorpion. Mao Kun is obviously not an ordinary person.
He is notorious and even the people in the arena are very respectful to him.
At today's auction, he was brought to this town by his godfather.
Others who knew him wished they could be three meters away from him.
His eyes turned and he saw the white squid in the crowd.
Mao Kun narrowed his eyes and quickly stood up and walked into the crowd.
"Crazy--"
A group of wealthy businessmen lined up quickly dispersed.
"Sister," Mao Kun walked to Bai Zi and touched his head silly, "Aren't you coming? Why are you scrambling with these people? I'll take you in from behind."
Enter the passage.
The White Tiger Auction Store is very large, with a round shape, three floors from top to bottom, one and two floors are ordinary private rooms, and the third floor is special private rooms.
When he learned that the Ren family's private room was on the first floor, Mao Kun accompanied her to the first floor. The private room on the first floor was very small, with only a table and a few wooden chairs. He was not very satisfied with the environment and frowned: "Sister, I
Help you get to the third floor?"
Bai Zi sat down with a chair beside the window, and her elbow was lazily supporting the windowsill. Today, she was wearing a gradient blue wide-sleeved top, and the light blue buttons were buckled regularly. When she raised her hand, she showed her brightness.
White wrists and loose red wristbands.
As soon as you sit down, the long skirt covers the entire chair.
"No need." She leaned casually on the windowsill, her almond eyes drooping slightly, and she couldn't hide her beauty when she lifted it.
Mao Kun didn't dare to look at him again. He asked Bai Fu to come to him for something, and then he went out to seize the situation again.
Near seven o'clock.
There is a sound of entry on the first floor.
Ren Qian walked in front outside the door, beside him was Ji Heng, and the two of them walked towards the private room while talking.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Ja walked at the end.
"It's been seven years, and I may not be able to find it..." Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng, and the Secretary-General helped them push open the door of the box. Ren Qian suddenly stopped talking to his mouth.
Someone has arrived first in the small private room.
Behind him, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also stopped, and Ren Wanxuan was even more incredible, "Why did you arrive first?"
When entering the White Tiger Auction, they had to go through strict security checks. They came early, but they waited for nearly two hours before they could come in. Who knew that as soon as they came in, they saw Bai Zi sitting by the window.
Bai Feng was memorizing words, and casually pressed the phone screen with one hand. When she heard the sound, she turned her head lazy, "Grandpa."
After pausing, he greeted Ren Qian politely again.
The whole process didn't start.
Ren Wanxuan looked at her impolite look and saw Ji Heng sitting there. She couldn't help but sit next to Chen Jie, keeping her eyes closed, and slowly spit out two words: "Vulgar."
She has good etiquette and has always looked down on the vulgar behavior of the Ji family.
Chen said nothing, and the auction started on time at 7 o'clock. The first auction item was a red tourmaline.
The beautiful and elegant auctioneer shows the red tourmaline in glassware, "the collection-level red tourmaline, 106 carats, starting at 2 million."
People who come here are not short of money, and the price will soon reach 3 million.
Ren Qian, who had been talking to Ji Heng, finally stopped. Aside him, the Secretary-General pressed the bidding, "3.5 million."
After saying that, he smiled and explained: "Miss Wanxuan is about to have her birthday. Mr. Ren told me to keep an eye on an item for her to celebrate her birthday."
While talking, he suddenly saw Bai Zi, and the Secretary-General suddenly coughed and stopped talking.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Yao sat aside. It was the first time that the two of them came to the auction house. They couldn't be quiet. They were studying the things in the auction house everywhere. When they heard the voice of the secretary-general, Ren Wanxuan didn't care, "Why do you always buy these? I haven't worn the last time I bought it."
The Secretary-General smiled and said nothing more, "Of course I want it."
"700." A dull sound came from the third floor.
Hearing this sound, Bai Zi couldn't help but look at the third floor.
Why is it so similar to paramecium?
The price was suddenly increased from 500 to 7 million.
7 million, which is not particularly expensive for red tourmaline at the collection level.
However, it has exceeded the Ren family's estimate, and the Secretary-General looks at Ren Qian as if inquiring.
Ren Qian shook his head, "Forget it, no one should argue with the VIP on the third floor."
The Ren family doesn't have the capital to compete with them.
Red Tourmaline was taken down by the third floor.
The auction items were sold one after another, and the white squid did not care about it, and the private room on the third floor did not make any noise.
In the middle, Ren Qian took another photo of the calligraphy.
Until the last auction item appeared, everyone, including Ji Heng, sat upright and stared at the auction table.
Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.
It's 9:30.
The tall auctioneer wearing a Chinese-style long skirt smiled gracefully: "I know why everyone is here. Believe me, this final auction will never disappoint you."
As she said that, she reached out to pick the red cloth behind her back.
A carefully maintained framed character appeared in front of everyone, it was a poem that was written freely—
[The old general's soul returns, and he drinks a drink today.
The long pavilion is ten miles short, and the cold armor is hard to cool down.
This time I went on a different road, and the green tassels entered the temple.
The spear rises with a wave, and the pen is sharp and tests the sharpness.
——"Changting the Military Tour"]
There are not many words in this poem, but each character is raised and pressed slowly and urgently, with dense and sparse tips and straight lines. The free and easy flowing after the pen is written in three parts. Each character is vividly displayed on the paper, and the vitality seems to have the warmth of life.
Behind him, Ren Wanxuan said in a daze: "Qingying entered the temple... It turns out that this is the Liang Tie."
No one could feel the vitality that was coming to his face more than the auctioneer. For a moment, she seemed to see a woman in white robe wielding her pen and ink freely, and she achieved it overnight.
"Because the font is Liang's style and the signature is Liang Zewen's private seal, our auction house thought it was Liang's handwriting," the auctioneer took a deep breath, she pulled away from her emotions and said seriously, "The poem was later identified by historians.
It was written by his sister when Bai Chongyu joined the army. We all know that Bai Chongyu, the god of history, was the 15th general, and the 18th reunion. After his father's death, he abandoned his pen and joined the army at the age of 20, and went with his gun.
On the battlefield, his sister hoped that he could go home safely and then write to the front of the hall. Because he did not come back, she wanted to throw this character, but according to historical records, she picked it up by her teacher. It can be said that Liang Zewen left it for us.
This only calligraphy is of great historical collection…”
The auctioneer was still talking in detail.
In the private room, the white chin was resting on the windowsill, quietly watching the almost yellowed framed characters.
The original works from a thousand years ago have been preserved until now, and it seems that we can see the romance and romance of thousands of years ago through the words.
When I heard the starting price of 50 million: "..."
She looked at it so seriously that she didn't hear Ji Heng called her several times.
Ren Qian had a good impression of Bai Feng. When he saw her stunned at the letter, he smiled, with a surprised voice, "Student Bai, have you also studied Liang Tie? Do you think this letter will be photographed in the end.
?”
Hearing Ren Qian's words, Ren Wanxuan also came to her senses, and she glanced at Bai Zi sideways.
I don’t understand why Ren Qian asked Bai Zi this question, but the Ji family didn’t seem to be able to study Liang Tie.
Bai Feng turned her head, she withdrew her gaze when she looked at the words mounted, and lazily memorized the words again, "This calligraphy is not strong enough. She was young when she wrote it, and she didn't practice enough wrist strength, so the starting price was too high."
"The starting price is too high?" Ren Wanxuan was unhappy because Ren Qian attached great importance to Bai Zi. She came to the auction house and invited the Ji family. Bai Zi was pretending to be like knowing everything. Now even Liang Zewen is
The apprentice dared to comment casually, "Do you know who she is? Not to mention her other achievements, just half of the calligraphy world are her fans. Even if you practice such words for a hundred years, you will not reach one-tenth of them.
, but the strength of your wrists is not enough. If you don’t understand, can you go back and read more books?"