Suppressing the turbulence in his heart, Song Yuanchao took a deep breath and continued to ask the master about several other paintings. When the outrageous prices were quoted from the master's mouth one by one, Song Yuanchao's eyes went straight and he was dumbfounded.

Although Song Yuanchao lived for nearly seventy years in his previous life, he could be said to be calm about many things. Moreover, he had also heard that in the late 1970s and early 1980s, the prices of the works of modern painters were very cheap, but he was not convinced.

I didn't expect it to be so cheap.

You must know that he just bought an inkstone downstairs. This inkstone cost Song Yuanchao a full 200 yuan, which is equivalent to the price of a bicycle. But now, a meticulous painting of a lady in middle age by Zhang Daqian only costs 100 yuan.

It simply subverted his imagination.

Except for Zhang Daqian, a painting by the master of traditional Chinese painting Lu Ruo only sells for 15 yuan, and the works of Lu Yanshao, Zhang Boju and others all cost less than 20 yuan, which is simply cheaper than the price of a cabbage.

The paintings on the second floor are all works by modern painters. Among them, Xu Beihong's works are the most expensive. This may be related to Xu Beihong's personal experience. After all, Xu Beihong's reputation in society is too great. In 1978, the country still

A collection of fine paintings by Xu Beihong was specially published. It is for this reason that the price of his works is far higher than that of others.

In addition, Mr. Xu Beihong has passed away, which is another reason why the price of his paintings is high, while the others are all living painters. Although Zhang Daqian is famous, he has too many surviving works and he is still alive.

The reason why Zhang Daqian went to the Taiwan Strait before liberation was that he was not highly praised in China, so the price of his paintings is far lower than that of Xu Beihong.

Without saying a word, Song Yuanchao directly dug into his pocket and took out almost all the money he had with him. He decisively bought the pair of Zhang Daqian's meticulous paintings and several works by Lu Ruo, Lu Yanshao, Zhang Boju and others. The price of these works

The total amount is just over 200, which is because Song Yuanchao did not bring enough money.

The old master wrote the ticket and collected the money, then took down the paintings, carefully rolled them up, tied them up, put a cloth cover on them and gave them to Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao was so happy as he held this large pile of scrolls. He had never thought that he could actually pick up leaks, and even picked up such big leaks. Looking at the dazzling array of other works hanging around, Song Yuanchao felt itchy in his heart.

, I wish I could move all the things on the second floor back home.

But after leaving the store, Song Yuanchao suddenly remembered an important question, that is, where should he put these things? His home is in Shanghai, and Yanjing lives in the school dormitory. Could it be that these treasures of his are placed in the dormitory?

No? If it got bumped or got dirty, Song Yuanchao would have no place to cry. Song Yuanchao felt a little worried for a while.

After leaving the door and returning to the parking place, Song Yuanchao asked the car attendant for directions, and then rode to the nearest post office.

When he arrived at the post office, Song Yuanchao used the last 3 yuan in his pocket to buy a large wooden box, and then carefully put the scrolls in. At the same time, he got some dry straw to fill the gaps in the wooden box, and then tied the wooden box to the back seat.

Back to school.

This thing can only be kept in the dormitory for now, but Song Yuanchao knows that it is not safe to put it in the dormitory, so he still needs to find a place to store this thing properly.

In fact, Song Yuanchao had planned to buy a house in Yanjing a few days ago, especially when he and Lin Yan went to Gao Da's parents' house that day, and Lin Yan's words were filled with emotion when they came out.

In Lin Yan's view, the pyrotechnic courtyard makes her feel like home, and the same is true for Song Yuanchao, who grew up in a lane. He is not used to the cold community buildings. In his previous life, the old Shikumen demolition

Later, Song Yuanchao lived in that kind of house for decades, but until the moment he passed away, he didn't even know the name of the neighbor across the door.

Song Yuanchao plans to buy a house in Yanjing these days, a kind of courtyard house. This is to give Lin Yan a surprise, and secondly, to store the treasure he bought today.

Song Yuanchao imagined that one day he would take Lin Yan into his courtyard house in Yanjing and tell her that this was their common home. Song Yuanchao looked forward to seeing Lin Yan's happy and excited expression.

What's more, Song Yuanchao knows better than anyone how much a courtyard house will be worth in Yanjing in the future. Song Yuanchao has money. He used to make clothes hangers and review materials for the college entrance examination. Song Yuanchao made a total of nearly 100,000 yuan before and after Qin Zhengguo went south.

Hou Song Yuanchao gave him 30,000 yuan, and Song Yuanchao saved nearly half of the remaining nearly 70,000 yuan in the form of fixed wages and treasury bills, and then removed some of the resettlement needs and other support he had before leaving Shanghai. Currently, he still has

More than twenty-seven thousand.

Of course, it was impossible for Song Yuanchao to carry all this money with him. After arriving in Yanjing, Song Yuanchao deposited the money into the bank several times or purchased fixed living accommodation in Yanjing. He probably still had cash on him.

It looks like less than three thousand.

This money would not be worth mentioning in a few decades, but now it is an out-and-out huge sum of money. And whether it is cash or a passbook, it is not safe to keep it in the dormitory. It's not that he doesn't

I believe in my roommates in the same dormitory, but people's hearts are the hardest to guess. Song Yuanchao doesn't want to test his classmates in this way.

The closer the National Day is, the stronger the festive atmosphere is in school and outside the school. There are lights and colorful decorations everywhere, and red lanterns are hung at the school gate. Each of the four big red lanterns has a word on it, which together means "Celebrate the holidays."

These four characters are "National Day".

The National Day in 1979 fell on a Monday, so Song Yuanchao and the others had two days of rest on Sundays. Originally, Song Yuanchao thought that Lin Daoyuan would arrange it on the National Day. Who would have thought that on Saturday afternoon, Lin Yan told him that her father Lin Dao

I will make time to see him at noon tomorrow.

With an uneasy mood, Song Yuanchao got up early that day and put on a white shirt brought from Shanghai, a pair of dark blue trousers, and a new pair of leather shoes. The leather shoes were so polished that they could almost reflect the silhouette of a person.

Come on, you must know that this will waste half a box of shoe polish for Song Yuanchao.

Dressed neatly and neatly, Song Yuanchao waited for Lin Yan at the school gate. Seeing Song Yuanchao's appearance today, Lin Yan smiled like a flower and jumped directly onto the back seat of Song Yuanchao's bicycle. She put one hand gently on Song Yuanchao's waist. Song Yuanchao said

I felt that my whole body was full of energy, and riding the bicycle had never been easier. The two of them chatted and laughed as they headed towards the agreed place.

Lin Daoyuan chose a place today. This place was neither home nor his office, but the roast duck restaurant that Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan visited last time.

When Song Yuanchao and the others arrived, Lin Daoyuan had already arrived. It was still the same room in the backyard as last time. Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan came to the door. Lin Yan stepped forward and knocked on the door. A voice came from inside, please come in. Lin Yan opened the door.

When he entered, he saw his father, Lin Daoyuan, sitting at the table with a document in front of him. He was taking off the glasses on his nose and looking up at him.

"Dad, we are here." Lin Yan greeted her father with a smile, and at the same time stepped aside to reveal Song Yuanchao behind her: "This is Song Yuanchao, the one I told you is my partner."

When Lin Yan turned sideways and Song Yuanchao saw Lin Daoyuan, he was in a trance for a moment.

In a daze, Song Yuanchao thought that his eyes were dazzled and he was hallucinating, because the sitting man looked so much like his father Song Guangzeng?

About the same age, also slightly thin, with gray hair on the temples but neatly combed hair slightly to the left, wearing a blue tunic suit, holding the glasses he had just taken off, with a serious face but not impolite, and exuding radiance.

With a strong bookish air, Song Yuanchao almost thought he saw his father.

Song Yuanchao's eyes turned red involuntarily, his body trembled slightly, and his lips pursed hard, as if tears were about to fall in the next moment.

After pinching himself hard, Song Yuanchao woke up from his hallucination. Only then did he realize that although Lin Daoyuan and Song Guangzeng were extremely similar in stature and temperament, their faces were completely different.

Compared with Song Guangzeng's soft face, Lin Daoyuan was harder, and there were many differences in their facial features. In fact, there were still quite a few differences. But the moment Song Yuanchao saw Lin Daoyuan for the first time, he couldn't help but think of the deceased.
Chapter completed!