When Ding Cheng asked Luo Tian for leave, Luo Tian slapped his head hard: "Look at my stupidity, you said that the day after tomorrow is your grandfather's birthday, right?"
"Yes, Brother Tian." Ding Cheng was a little disappointed: "You also said you would go back with me and celebrate grandpa's birthday."
"Of course, this is a must." This should be the second time I gave the old man a birthday gift. Last time it was Mr. Chang. What should I prepare this time? Luo Tian stood up and wandered around the store, his eyes suddenly
Sweeping onto the shelves, he shivered all over, and he sternly said, "Where is the porcelain bottle?!"
Ding Cheng was confused: "What porcelain bottle?"
"There aren't two here, one is broken by Zhu Pin, and the other is the imitation of Zhu Pin. Where is the imitation of Zhu Pin?" Luo Tian looked around, Ayi and Lao Zhang also walked over,
Lao Zhang said: "The porcelain bottle was not taken out of our hands."
"Who can it be?" Luo Tian said the words and suddenly thought of someone. He opened the account book. Sure enough! It recorded that the bid was 100,000 yuan, and the person in charge was Zhou Bozhai!! Zhou Bozhai was truly faked by these few people.
The porcelain bottle was confused, and he didn't know about Luo Tian's imitation of Zhu Meng, so he took action!
When Zhou Bozhai heard Luo Tian talk about the whole story, his face turned pale. He sighed: "I am really old. Didn't the Zhufang Ge Kiln porcelain be broken? I thought it was taken back by you, where
I want it to be your imitation!”
Luo Tian giggled: "Godfather, it doesn't matter. I imitated it. I recognize it, but it's good now. I borrowed the reputation of Zhu Pin. In fact, it should be called Luo Miao."
After Luo Tian said this, Zhou Bozhai felt much better: "When you see it in the future, you have to take it back."
"It's a must." Luo Tian said: "But, godfather, I have one more thing to report to you."
Zhou Bozhai, who has not been peaceful recently, felt nervous when he heard Luo Tian say this: "What's the matter?" A nervous look appeared on his face.
"Godfather!" Luo Tian was helpless: "You are relieved. There is nothing big. I want to accompany Ding Cheng to go back to his house and meet Ding Cheng's grandfather, the old man's birthday."
"Ding Cheng's grandfather?" Zhou Bozhai didn't know about this, but he pointed at the wound on Luo Tian's face: "What's going on here?"
Luo Tian smiled and said, "It fell."
"Why did it fall so seriously?" Zhou Bozhai felt very distressed. Luo Tian was no different from his biological son.
"Just like you, I'm not at ease." Luo Tian simply started joking about Zhou Bozhai. Zhou Bozhai finally laughed out loud: "You little brat, you are getting bigger and smaller, okay, I know,
You go with Ding Cheng, I will watch here. I will ask you for instructions on major issues. Now I am less and less afraid to take action."
"Okay." Luo Tian agreed: "I have to prepare a decent birthday gift for Mr. Ding now. Godfather, I'll leave first."
"Go, go." Zhou Bozhai waved his hand. It was impossible to be with Luo Tian forever. Now he became famous and had more things to do. Zhou Bozhai felt that he was really old and always wanted Luo Tian.
He always stayed by his side, and he sighed. Young people should go out and see more, let alone a rare talent like Luo Tian?
Ding Cheng's grandfather was the master of inner painting of snuff bottles. He was very famous when he was young. Perhaps because of family reasons, he was dependent on his grandfather and grandson of Ding Cheng for life. Later, he fell into the position of processing for others. However, Ding Cheng was not good at it and
A group of gangsters were joking together. If it weren't for the expo, Ding Cheng wouldn't know when he would have woken up.
This time, Luo Tian doesn't want to give antiques or something. After all, the old man has faded out of the antique circle and makes a living by processing. Ding Cheng said that his health is not good, especially his waist and legs. Luo Tian bought a set of 80,000 yuan.
The massage chair was sent to Mr. Ding's house in advance. Luo Tian's generous actions made Ding Cheng feel warm and firmer, and he further strengthened his loyalty to Luo Tian.
Returning to this sad place once, Luo Tian was delighted to find that he was much calmer. When passing by the exhibition center, Luo Tian couldn't help but look at the scene. Even there, he would never forget it if it happened.
Ding Cheng looked at Luo Tian’s face and said softly: “Brother Tian, I have heard a saying that all those who left first are angels of God, and Sister Zhou Hong must be angels too.”
Luo Tian smiled and patted Ding Cheng's head: "When did you change to becoming a literary youth?"
Ding Cheng lowered his head: "This is actually my turning point, otherwise I might have been in prison."
Even if you don’t lie to prison, you will be obsessed with gambling stones, and then you can’t help yourself like Chen Fei, right? Luo Tian thought to himself, but Ding Cheng has been reborn now, and Mr. Ding doesn’t know what he will do when he sees such a grandson.
reaction?
Mr. Ding is worthy of being a person who has seen the wind and rain. He did not show much surprise when he saw his grandson who had changed his face. The careful Luo Tian found that the wrinkles on the old man's forehead had stretched a lot. When he saw Luo Tian, Mr. Ding seemed very excited:
"Ding Cheng didn't cause trouble for you, did he?"
"No, he has made great progress. Now he has a deeper understanding of antiques. Now he is the pillar of my store." Luo Tian said as he looked around. Ding Cheng's home is in a very deep alley, and the house is
It's an old house. The biggest disadvantage of the old house is that it has poor light and looks gloomy. The furniture in the house has been from a long time ago. There is a small house next to it, which should be Grandpa Ding's studio, which is specially designed for description.
The place where the inner painting is drawn.
"Grandpa, can I go in and take a look?"
Grandpa Ding's family was pouring tea for Luo Tian. When he heard him say this, he casually said, "Look at it casually."
Luo Tian walked into the small room and was shocked. It was filled with various sizes, materials, and various fancy snuff bottles, neatly placed on two shelves, and there were also drawings on the workbench.
There is also an unfinished glass snuff bottle on it. Luo Tian picked it up and the inner painting is Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", which is ethereal and elegant, with high emotions and distant charm. Each stroke is full of skills and cultivation, and it seems
Living handwriting is easy and elegant, but it is actually the result of learning and hardening. Being able to do so in such a small space is the result of years of cultivation.
"What a wonderful technique!" Luo Tianqing couldn't help but exclaim.
Grandpa Ding was walking in with tea when he heard Luo Tian’s praise and shook his head and said, “I’m old, my skills are no longer as good as before, and my eyes are getting worse and worse.”