"I..." The female employee blushed. She hesitated and had to step aside.
Lou Xiao'e pulled Lu Weidong to the stairs and walked slowly.
"That's right! I won't let you take shelter from the rain." Lou Xiao'e leaned on Lu Weidong's shoulder and said a little bit.
Lu Weidong nodded and said with a smile: "Calm down, I'll give you a gift."
After hearing this, Lou Xiaoe's face lit up and she said, "Really?"
"Of course! However, you can't choose something too expensive. I didn't bring much money." Lu Weidong said with a smile.
Lou Xiao'e gave Lu Weidong a roll of her eyes after hearing this, and said speechlessly: "Aren't you talking nonsense! Are you trying to make me happy?"
"Hehe! Maybe!" Lu Weidong smiled.
Lou Xiao'e was completely defeated by Lu Weidong's rogue behavior, and she secretly pinched Lu Weidong's arm as punishment.
At this time, the second floor arrived.
There is a light in front of my eyes, it is bright.
There are only a few customers in twos and threes, and it looks like business is going well.
A row of glass counters surrounds the four sides, and further away there are display cabinets with paintings and calligraphy hanging in them.
The furnishings on the second floor are several levels higher than those on the first floor, and the things inside seem to have an extra layer of quaint charm.
Under the light, these things reflect a layer of light and are so quiet.
Lu Weidong and Lou Xiao'e slowly walked around the glass counter, looking at these things.
These porcelain, bronzes, silverware, jade, wood carvings and other handicrafts seemed to suddenly open up historical memory and reminded him of many things.
Cultural relics carry the context of the times, the memories and images of the times.
They are alive and active.
Every stroke and every word above demonstrates the inheritance of art.
This inheritance is long-standing and profound.
It embodies the thoughts of an era! It embodies the cry of an era!
Listen to them and understand them, this is our heritage.
Perhaps, there were too many secrets to understand in that era!
Perhaps, we can find a kind of fire that has been discontinued from here!
Perhaps, there are steps forward and keys left here. We need to discover and summarize.
These things stand there one by one, looking too ordinary.
However, what is carried on it may be heavier than Mount Tai! It is deeper than the sea!
Discover them, understand them, understand them, this is a kind of inheritance of Tao!
Lu Weidong walked by slowly, his brows furrowed as he observed every item on display on the counter.
A seal, a pen holder, a wooden ruler, an inkstone, a statue of Guanyin, a Guan Dijun, etc. He looked carefully, looked carefully, immersed in exploration.
Lou Xiao'e on the side was a little puzzled when she saw Lu Weidong looking at him so carefully.
Perhaps Lou Xiao'e can estimate the value of these things, but she cannot understand them deeply.
She only has some knowledge about prices, but knows too little about the historical significance of cultural relics and the art contained in them.
She is not like Lu Weidong. Because of Lu Weidong's previous life, he is too sensitive to these things.
With every word, stroke, and engraving, Lu Weidong can judge the artistic value of this thing.
Later generations often say that every ancient literature expert is a collector of cultural relics.
And Lu Weidong's previous life was no exception.
He has a large collection. Although it is not as good as the museums of private wealthy individuals, it is still somewhat famous.
"Comrade, what do you need?" Suddenly, a male staff member came to Lu Weidong behind the counter and asked Lu Weidong.
At this time, Lu Weidong was looking at a square-sized pen holder inside the glass of the counter. When he heard the sound, he raised his head. What caught his eye was a tall and thin man with slightly sunken eye frames and a slightly paler face than others. p>
This may be due to staying indoors for too long and lacking exercise.
However, the more such a person is, the richer the knowledge in his mind, which should not be underestimated.
Lu Weidong smiled slightly and said to the other party: "Can you take out the pen holder here and take a look?"
"No problem!" The tall and thin staff member nodded. He opened the glass cabinet, carefully took out the pen holder and placed it gently on the counter.
"Please!"
Lu Weidong nodded, reached out and picked up the pen holder in front of him, turned it over, glanced at the bottom, and frowned slightly.
Fake!
For a moment, Lu Weidong felt a little depressed.
Sure enough, picking up leaks is not that easy.
Lu Weidong shook his head in his heart.
"What? Comrade, is there a problem?" The tall and thin staff member frowned when he saw Lu Weidong's expression changing.
"Well! There's something wrong with this thing!" Lu Weidong said slowly.
"What? Comrade, you can't say this nonsense! There is nothing fake about our Mo Yuxuan stuff. We are a century-old shop and we still have a good reputation."
"Really? This bottle seems to be the work of Zhu Xiaosong, one of the three famous masters. However, the base is wrong. The imitation is wrong." Lu Weidong said lightly.
"Oh? What's wrong? Comrade please clarify."
"Haha! The technique is wrong! The most important thing about Sanzhu bamboo carving is profundity and openwork. The base model only has its own flavor, but no rhyme. No matter how good the imitation is, it still doesn't look the same in its bones." Lu Weidong sneered.
After hearing this, the tall and thin staff member's face changed slightly. He silently returned the pen holder to the distance and said to Lu Weidong: "Comrade, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. I think you may have guessed wrong."
"Really? Hehe! Your store is interesting." Lu Weidong sneered and continued walking forward with Lou Xiao'e.
The tall and thin staff member seemed to be keeping an eye on Lu Weidong. He followed Lu Weidong and Lou Xiaoe wherever they went.
He readily took out what Lu Weidong wanted to see, but he remained silent throughout the process and never spoke again.
Lu Weidong didn't bother to pay attention to the person in front of him. He was immersed in exploring the authenticity of various things.
At this moment, suddenly the female staff member from downstairs came up with a down-to-earth middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man was holding a bundle tightly in his arms, with a nervous look on his face.
The female staff member walked up to the tall and thin staff member. She glanced at Lu Weidong, who was still looking at something, and frowned slightly, "Master Zhang, the two of you..."
The meaning of this woman's eyes is very simple, she is asking if Lu Weidong and Lou Xiao'e are real customers.
The tall and thin staff member, Master Zhang, frowned slightly and shook his head to signal not to talk too much.
The female staff member had no choice but to turn around and introduce the middle-aged man with an uneasy look on his face, "Master Zhang, this comrade is here to sell something inherited from his ancestors. Could you please give me an estimate?"
"What is it?" Master Zhang frowned.
"It's a mahogany sword. The manager can't see through it."
"Peach wood sword? OK! Let him open it." Master Zhang said slowly.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man hurried forward and put the baggage on the counter and slowly untied it, revealing a shabby yellow cloth with spots. As the middle-aged man opened the yellow cloth, a short copper-colored peach wood sword was revealed. This peach wood sword is like a copper sword, blooming with a layer of copper-colored luster.
At this moment, Lu Weidong was shocked.
He felt the golden book in his mind move, like the moment when a seed broke through the ground.
Lu Weidong raised his head and his eyes fell on the peach wood sword.
Perhaps, feeling something, the golden book began to vibrate, and the momentum grew louder and louder.