Chapter 533 When I look at it, it doesn’t look like Su Shi’s original work
"Yao Dong?"
Hearing this name, all three generations of the An family were startled.
An Zizi's face looked normal, with no special expression.
An Xin frowned visibly, as if he didn't have a good impression of Yao Dong.
On the contrary, An Tai's eyes lit up and he laughed and said: "When Yao Dong came to greet me last time, he learned that I like calligraphy, so he said that he had found out about Su Shi's pen and ink circulating in Nandao and went to collect it for me. This time
Come here, he must be bringing Su Shi's calligraphy treasure, please invite him in quickly."
As he spoke, An Tai couldn't help but cough a few times, and his old face, as wrinkled as tree bark, turned unhealthy and pale.
When Qin Changsheng saw this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
In fact, the first time he saw An Tai today, he could tell that An Tai had reached the end of his life.
After all, he is already over 120 years old, and his body functions have already reached their limits.
Thanks to the doctors who were in charge of An Tai's health, they had a few tricks up their sleeves and used medicine to save An Tai's life.
However, in his opinion, if this continues, Antai's end will be near within half a year at most.
Not even Qin Changsheng himself could do anything about An Tai's situation. He could only infuse some spiritual energy into An Tai so that An Tai could live more comfortably in the remaining six months.
Half a year later, when An Tai's deadline was approaching, he might be able to hang An Tai for another half year by using the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate.
Qin Changsheng didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand to make the secret, pointed at An Tai, and secretly injected a little spiritual energy into An Tai.
An Tai's cough subsided, and at the same time he felt that his body had gained some strength and energy.
"Grandpa, are you okay?"
An Anxin patted An Tai on the back again, with a worried look on his face.
"It's okay, haha."
An Tai waved his hand gently, but looked at Qin Changsheng thoughtfully.
When Qin Changsheng saw An Tai's eyes, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart... Could it be that An Tai even saw through his little move?
As expected, An Tai smiled slightly and said: "Qin Changsheng, you have good medical skills. Your method reminds me of an old friend... It's a coincidence that that old friend is also named Qin."
An Xin and An Zi looked confused. Why did the old man suddenly praise Qin Changsheng's medical skills?
Qin Changsheng was moved in his heart and asked: "May I ask Mr. An, what is the name of this old friend you mentioned?"
An Tai's eyes showed reminiscence, and he said slowly: "His name is Qin Chunong, he is my good brother."
An Zizai knew this name and couldn't help but said: "Qin Kun's father?"
An Tai nodded: "Yes, he is Qin Kun's father and the ancestor of the Qin family."
Qin Kun is the current head of the Qin family, the father of Qin Jinghui and Qin Jingtong. According to blood relationship, he may be Qin Changsheng's grandfather. Qin Changsheng has heard this name from the two ghosts of Netherworld before.
Qin Kun's father can also use spiritual energy? So, he has also practiced the Yin Yang Divine Dragon Art and is a cultivator?
Thinking of the old man who might be his great-grandfather, Qin Changsheng felt dazed for a moment and his mood was slightly complicated.
Although Qin Jinghui once abandoned their mother and son, Qin Changsheng did not feel that he was a member of the Qin family from the bottom of his heart, and he did not want to have anything to do with the Qin family.
But these things have nothing to do with the ancestors of the Qin family.
Qin Changsheng would not hate even the ancestors of the Qin family because of Qin Jinghui's fault.
At this moment, two footsteps sounded outside the door, and the maid who came to report before was seen walking into the small courtyard with a young man less than thirty years old and walking towards here.
The man whose real name is Yao Dong is over 1.8 meters tall. He is wearing a casual suit. He looks handsome and has a good temperament. He holds a scroll in his hand and strides over with a smile on his face.
Before the person entered the door, he smiled heartily and said: "Mr. An, fortunately, I have lived up to my fate. I personally went to the South Island and brought back Su Shi's calligraphy! I just got off the plane and came here without even returning home.
I am sending this letter to you, the old man."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone came into the room. When he saw Qin Changsheng, he was obviously stunned, and then looked at An Xin with a surprised smile.
"Mr. An, good health. Hello, uncle An. Hello, An Xin."
After coming back to his senses, Yao Dong first said hello to An Tai and the other three in turn.
An Zi Zai and An Xin returned the greetings.
An Tai smiled and said: "Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work. You didn't even come home, so you came to send me a message."
"What's the matter? If I don't come and deliver it first, I won't feel at ease when I return home."
Yao Dong smiled, looked at Qin Changsheng and said, "Who is this?"
An Xin introduced: "This is my classmate, Qin Changsheng."
"classmate?"
Yao Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming a little wary. After looking Qin Changsheng up and down, the scrutiny in his eyes quickly dissipated. He smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Yao Dong."
"Hello, Qin Changsheng."
Qin Changsheng shook hands with the other party.
Yao Dong let go of his hand and came to An Tai: "Old man, come here, you can identify whether this Su Shi's calligraphy is authentic."
He pushed away everything on the coffee table in front of An Tai, making a clear space, and slowly opened the scroll. He saw a piece of goose-yellow paper slowly spread out, and a piece of ancient calligraphy appeared on it.
"Dongting Spring Ode"
I heard that the joy in the oranges is not less than that of Shangshan. How can I not eat the remaining frost, but the four old men are playing in it...
An Tai put on his reading glasses and read the words carefully.
Qin Changsheng and the other three also came over and watched together.
After all, it is the calligraphy of the famous Su Shi, and no one wants to see it.
After a moment, An Tai couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, and said happily: "The paper is the golden millet paper of the Song Dynasty, the calligraphy is Su Shi's running script, and the seal is correct. This "Dongting Spring Ode" is indeed Su Shi's calligraphy."
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Yao Dong's face was full of pride and he was beaming: "Mr. An, if you authenticate it, I'll be relieved. Otherwise, I'd be worried about being cheated."
With that said, he turned to An Xin and said, "An Xin, how do you think I am doing with this matter?"
The look in his eyes that looked at An Xin was full of admiration, and he did not hide it at all, and his words were filled with the meaning of asking for credit.
An Xin sighed slightly and said with a smile: "Brother Yao, thank you so much for finding such a good calligraphy treasure for my great-grandfather."
Yao Dong took the opportunity to smile and said: "It can't just be a verbal thank you, it has to be something practical. How about treating me to a meal tonight?"
An Xin frowned, not knowing how to refuse.
This Yao Dong is also a child of the Yao family, one of the top aristocratic families. He is the same age as her brother Anping, has a good relationship, and has always made no secret of his admiration for her.
The An Tai and Yao families have been friends for generations, and An An repeatedly rejected Yao Dong's pursuit. Yao Dong set his sights on An Tai, hoping to get close to An Tai and pursue An An by trying to please An Tai.
An Xin understood Yao Dong's thoughts, but couldn't help but An Tai liked Yao Dong very much, so An Xin could only let him do this.
Yao Dong spent so much effort just to have a chance to have close contact with An Xin. Now that Antai is on the rise, An Xin really can't refuse Yao Dong, otherwise it would seem a little disrespectful to the old man.
As expected, An Tai rubbed the paper with his fingers and said with a smile: "That's right. Don't worry, you have to treat Yao Dong to a meal. I will thank Yao Dong for my great grandfather."
An Xin nodded and said, "I understand, Grandpa."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Yao Dong could raise his eyebrows with joy, he saw Qin Changsheng beside him frowning slightly and couldn't help but said: "Mr. An, why do I feel that this calligraphy... doesn't look like Su Shi's original work?"