020 Qingying enters the temple, the real beam body
When Jiang Fuli went back, Bai Qian was still squatting at the door.
She put away her umbrella and looked up lazily at the continuous heavy rain. Her long hair was randomly pulled back by a simple wooden hairpin. The hair on her forehead was wet by the rain and mist, and it fell slightly across the cold white hair.
cheek.
Like a cat wandering in the rain, testing, hesitating, lonely, unable to find its way home, it accidentally broke into a splash-ink painting.
"You walk very slowly." Bai Qian looked up at him. Her eyelashes were black 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 took a look at a not very smart classmate in your class doing a problem."
"Who is it?" Bai Qian stood up and followed him outside. The training class was full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.
There is no one who is not very smart.
She took the phone, and the red ribbon on her right hand reflected the white jade-like wrist, and the color was bright and rich.
"Sit in front of you."
Bai Qian: "...?"
It is said that the person who can be admitted to Jiangjing University this year, Ning Xiao, who is always ranked first and second in the school?
He's not very smart?
Jiang Fuli held an umbrella, his fingers clearly knuckled, "Why do you want to show your classmates the questions today?"
"Oh, we're divided into groups," Bai Zian walked lazily, "In groups of four, I copied a copy 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 and Jiang He squatted at the door of the milk tea shop.
Jiang He was still slowly turning the seventh-order five-rubber cube. The seventh-order five-rubber cube was a sphere with twelve sides. There were many and complicated speed-twisting formulas, but Jiang Fuli thought it was too simple and was too lazy to write the formula for him. He
It can only be restored by relying on memory.
Therefore, his actions were terrible to Jiang Fuli, who gently looked away.
Jiang He: "..."
He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fuli.
Bai Qian grabbed his collar and pinched his face: "What are you doing?"
Jiang He grabbed her by the corner of her clothes and wouldn't look at Jiang Fuli even if he beat her to death.
Seeing Jiang Fuli coming over, Ming Dongheng stood up and followed him, handing him the red invitation letter in his hand, "Bureau Chen bought an invitation letter on the black market. The auction will start at seven o'clock the day after tomorrow."
"Are you sure it is the original work of Liang Zewen's apprentice?" Jiang Fuli put the umbrella aside and reached out to take the invitation, coldly.
"Definitely, but who it is from will be announced after the auction."
Jiang Fuli nodded, leaned against the sofa in the corner with his tall figure, and casually put the invitation letter on the table, "What questions did you leave today?"
Bai Zian handed him the title and looked at the familiar invitation——
Because Zhang Shize used it to play table tennis, there was an obvious dent in the middle.
she:"……"
"Don't send this answer to your classmates yet." After Jiang Fuli explained the analysis to her, he picked up the pen and wrote down another question. His tone was light and there was no emotion in it, "Let them think for themselves first."
**
When Bai Zian went back, the rain gradually became lighter.
Today, Ji Shaorong was still waiting for her at the entrance of the alley.
When she went back, the lights in Ji Heng's yard were on, and Ji Heng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man in the middle hall.
There is also a beautiful gift on the table.
He is Ren Qian's secretary-general.
"Miss Bai is back," the secretary-general stood up to say goodbye after seeing Bai Qian, "That's it, Mr. Ji, we have a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow."
It was obvious that he left just as Bai Qian came back.
After the others left, Ji Shaorong frowned: "Dad, I can just go and tell the Ren family. And even though the police force in Xiangcheng has been strengthened, it may not be able to..."
"Don't interfere, I'll ask myself." Ji Heng shook his head.
Bai Zian sat aside, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for them to finish talking.
Ji Heng lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette. In the smoke, Bai Jian was looking at him momentarily: "..."
"Ah," Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up and walked out directly: "I remembered that I had stewed ginger soup for Azian. I'm going to see if it's ready."
It was a rainy day on Saturday, and Bai Qian and Jiang He spent another day reading in the library.
They all have something to do on Sunday night.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Bai Zian came back from the library, the Ren family's car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street to pick her up on time.
"Miss Bai," the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, "Your grandpa and our husband went to the auction house. Mr. Ren asked me to wait for you here. Do you want to go?"
Bai Xian raised his eyes and asked lazily, "Auction house?"
"Yes, there are auction items for Liang Zewen's disciples today, and your grandpa is also there."
Bai Zian stopped in place for a long time before nodding.
The driver glanced at her, not surprised.
Bai Zian sat back, her wrists resting loosely on her knees, and she opened the vocabulary app on her phone and started memorizing English words.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and was a little surprised. He knew it was the Ji family.
But she didn't expect that it would be the first time she took a commercial vehicle of this level without feeling cramped at all.
The car slowly drove into the intersection of Blackwater Street.
At the entrance, the driver respectfully handed over an official document before letting him go. The driver looked at the rearview mirror and explained, "You need a pass to come here, especially since there is an auction today. Not everyone can come in."
Bai Zian was memorizing words without even raising his head.
The White Tiger Auction House is at the end of Heishui Street. From a distance, you can see a 20-meter-high stone sculpture of a white tiger lying majestically at the door of the auction house.
There was a queue of people at the entrance.
The driver couldn't drive in, so he parked the car far away, "Miss Bai, you go and line up first. Mr. Ren and the others will go in first later, and someone will pick you up at the entrance."
Bai Zian got out of the car and walked into the crowd wearing headphones.
Mao Kun held a cigarette in his hand and stood at the entrance of the auction house to prevent anyone from making trouble.
He has yellow hair and a ferocious look, and has a very bad reputation in this street, especially since I recently heard that the broken scorpion was related to him.
Blackwater Street is very famous for its ability to fight poisonous scorpions and bring down poisonous scorpions. This Mao Kun is no ordinary person at first glance.
His reputation spread far and wide, and even the people in the arena were in awe of him.
Today's auction was held in front of distinguished guests from all over the world, and he was dragged into this situation by his godfather.
Others who knew him wished they could stay three meters away from him.
As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Bai Qian in the crowd.
Mao Kun narrowed his eyes, stood up straight and walked into the crowd.
"Wow--"
A group of wealthy businessmen lined up quickly dispersed.
"Sister," Mao Kun walked up to Bai Qian and touched his head innocently, "Aren't you coming? Why are you crowded with this group of people? I will take you in from the back."
Enter the passage.
The Baihu Auction House is very large, circular in shape, with three floors from top to bottom. The first and second floors are ordinary boxes, and the third floor is special boxes.
Knowing 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 satisfied with the environment and frowned: "Sister, I
Can I help you move to the third floor?"
Bai Qian found a chair by the window and sat down, lazily leaning on the window sill with her elbows. She was wearing a gradient blue wide-sleeved top today, and the braided light blue buttons were buttoned neatly. When she raised her hand, she was exposed
White wrists, and red wristbands tied loosely.
Sitting down, the long skirt covers the entire chair.
"No need." She leaned casually on the window sill, her almond-shaped eyes slightly drooped, and she couldn't hide her beauty every time she looked up.
Mao Kun didn't dare to look any further. He asked someone to serve tea and asked Bai Qian to come to him directly if he had anything to do. Then he went out to calm down again.
It's close to seven o'clock.
The sound of admission was only heard on the first floor.
Ren Qian was walking at the front outside the door, and beside him was Ji Heng. The two of them were talking while walking to the box.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu walked last.
"It's been seven years, and you may not be able to find it..." Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng, and the secretary-general helped them open the door of the box. Ren Qian's words suddenly stopped when he reached his mouth.
In the small private room, someone had already arrived first.
Behind him, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also stopped. Ren Wanxuan was even more incredible, "Why did you arrive first?"
They had to go through a strict security check to enter the Baihu Auction House. They arrived early, but they had to wait for nearly two hours before they could get in. Who knew that as soon as they entered, they saw Bai Zian sitting by the window.
Bai Qian was memorizing words, pressing the screen of her phone carelessly with one hand. When she heard the voice, she tilted her head lazily, "Grandpa."
After a pause, he politely greeted Ren Qian again.
Didn't get up the whole time.
Ren Wanxuan looked at her impolite look, and then looked at Ji Heng sitting like this. She couldn't help but sit next to Chen Zhu, narrowed her eyes, and slowly uttered two words: "Vulgar."
She is good at etiquette and has always looked down upon the Ji family's vulgar behavior.
Chen Zhu didn't say anything. The auction started on time at seven o'clock, and the first auction item was a rubellite.
The beautiful and elegant auctioneer displayed the rubellite in the glass equipment, "Collection-grade rubellite, 106 carats, starting price is 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. Next to him, the secretary-general pressed the bidding button, "3.5 million."
After finishing speaking, he explained with a smile: "Miss Wanxuan's birthday is coming soon, and Mr. Ren asked me to look at an item to celebrate her birthday."
While talking, he suddenly saw Bai Qian, and the secretary-general suddenly coughed and stopped talking.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu were sitting next to each other. It was their first time at the auction house and they couldn't keep quiet. They were studying the things in the auction house. When they heard the secretary-general's voice, Ren Wanxuan didn't care, "Why do you keep buying these? I haven’t worn the one I bought last time.”
The secretary-general smiled and said no more, "Of course I want it."
"700." A dull voice sounded from the third floor.
Hearing this voice, Bai Zian couldn't help but glance towards the third floor.
Why does it look so much like a paramecium?
The price was suddenly raised from 500 to 7 million.
7 million, which is not particularly expensive for a collection-level rubellite.
But it has exceeded the expectations of the Ren family. The secretary-general looked at Ren Qian questioningly.
Ren Qian shook his head, "Forget it, no one will fight for the VIPs on the third floor."
The Ren family doesn't have the capital to compete with them.
The ruby tourmaline was taken down by the third floor.
The auction items came one after another, but Bai Qian didn't pay any attention to it, and the box on the third floor didn't make any sound.
In the middle, Ren Qian took another picture of other calligraphy paintings.
Until the last auction item appeared, everyone, including Ji Heng, sat up straight and stared at the auction table.
Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.
nine thirty.
The tall auctioneer wearing a Chinese-style dress smiled elegantly: "I know why everyone is here. Believe me, this final auction item will never disappoint you."
As she spoke, she reached out and opened the red cloth behind her back.
A carefully maintained framed calligraphy appeared in front of everyone. It was a wanton poem——
[The soul of the old general has returned to his home, and now he is drinking drunkenly.
The long pavilion is ten miles short, and the cold blood is difficult to cool.
Here we go on a different road and Qingying enters the temple.
The spear rises against the waves, and the pen tests its edge.
——"Changting·Send off the Army"]
There are not many words in this poem, but each word is urgent, dense and dense, straight and straight. The pen is penetrating into the wood three-thirds of the time, free and elegant, and each word jumps out on the paper, full of vitality and seems to have the temperature of life.
Behind him, Ren Wanxuan said in a daze: "Qingying enters the temple...it turns out that this is Liang Ti."
No one could feel the rush of life more than the auctioneer. For a moment, she seemed to be able to see the woman in white swiping her pen and ink freely, achieving success in one fell swoop.
"Because the font is in Liang style and the signature is Liang Zewen's private seal, we at the auction house thought it was Liang's own handwriting," the auctioneer took a deep breath. She pulled away from her emotions and said seriously, "Later, after historians' appraisal, this poem
It was written to Bai Chongyu by his sister when he was in the army. We all know that Bai Chongyu, the historical god general, won the title of Yuan in the 15th grade and Huiyuan in the 18th grade. After the death of his father, he gave up his writing and joined the army at the age of 20, carrying a gun and going far away.
On the battlefield, his sister hoped that he could return home safely before writing in front of the palace. Later, because he did not come back, she wanted to throw this calligraphy away, but according to historical records, it was picked up by her teacher. It can be said that Liang Zewen left it for us
This is the only calligraphy painting, which is of great historical collection significance..."
The auctioneer was still talking carefully.
In the private room, Bai Lian rested his chin on the window sill, quietly looking at the almost yellowed framed lettering.
Authentic writings from thousands of years ago have been preserved to this day, and it seems that through the words one can glimpse the romance of thousands of years ago.
When hearing the starting price of 50 million: "..."
She looked a little too seriously, so much so that she didn't hear Ji Heng call her several times.
Ren Qian had a good impression of Bai Qian. When he saw her dazed at the calligraphy, he smiled with surprise in his voice, "Classmate Bai, have you also done research on Liang Ti? How many times do you think this calligraphy will eventually be photographed?
?”
Hearing Ren Qian's words, Ren Wanxuan also came back to her senses and looked sideways at Bai Xian.
I don't understand why Ren Qian asked Bai Qian this question. This Ji family doesn't look like they know how to study Liang Ti.
Bai Qian tilted her head. She retracted her gaze from the framed words and lazily memorized the words again. "The handwriting of this painting is not strong enough. She was young when she wrote it and her wrist strength was not trained enough. The starting price is too high."
"The starting price is too high?" Ren Wanxuan was originally unhappy because Ren Qian valued Bai Qian so much. She came to the auction and invited the Ji family, but Bai Jian pretended to know everything. Now even Liang Zewen
The apprentice dared to comment casually, "Do you know who she is? Not to mention her other achievements, half of the calligraphy community is her fans. Even if you practice such calligraphy for a hundred years, you will not be able to achieve one-tenth of it."
, if you still don’t have enough strength, can you go back and read more if you don’t understand?”