"Go to Houhai..." After getting into the taxi, Qin Feng gave an address. He didn't expect that he had just left there at noon and would run there again in the evening.
However, the location of Houhai used to be in the inner city, and that is where Qin Feng lives now, which is the essence of the courtyard.
As for the courtyard houses in the outer city, they are all inhabited by poor people. Their planning is very unreasonable, their sewer systems are aging, and most of them have been demolished and rebuilt.
"Hey, young man, do you know the name of the place you are going to?" The taxi driver followed the Beijing people's bad talk and started chatting with Qin Feng as soon as they got in the car.
"Prince's Mansion, right?" Qin Feng laughed when he heard this. After all, he also worked in the Palace Museum, so he still knew this allusion.
"He's from Beijing. I made a mistake." After Qin Feng said this, the driver was no longer poor. There was no point in showing off when meeting people from Beijing.
"Master, I'll give you money..."
The place where Qin Feng lives is not that far from here. Even if there is a traffic jam, it only takes about ten minutes to stop outside a quiet alley.
After paying the money, Qin Feng opened the car door and walked straight into the alley. Although he didn't look back, Qin Feng still saw the man who was following him, parked the car on the side of the road, and hung himself from a distance.
behind.
"Grandma, I want to see if you can go through that door..." Qin Feng cursed in his heart, picked up his phone and dialed Meng Yao's number.
"Qin Feng, I'm here!"
Meng Yao did not answer the phone, but directly came out from the old man's house. When he saw Qin Feng wearing clothes that he had never seen before, his eyes lit up.
Qin Feng practices internal martial arts, so he has always maintained a perfect figure. His muscle lines are not obvious, and he fits perfectly in this specially made clothes.
"Run slowly..." Qin Feng smiled, supported Meng Yao, and asked: "Yao Yao, what happened? Why does the old man want to see me suddenly?"
To be honest, with Qin Feng's current state of mind, no matter who he meets, his mood will not change. However, this time he met the parents who can decide whether he and Meng Yao can continue their relationship. Qin Feng still felt a little guilty.
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"I don't know either. By the way, maybe it's because my brother has met you, right?"
Meng Yao shook his head and said, "Qin Feng, what did brother tell you? Why did grandpa ask to see you by name as soon as he came back?"
Meng Yao really didn't know what happened. In her memory, her grandfather didn't seem to have invited any young people to his home, including her ex-fiancé Zhou Yichen.
"It's nothing, maybe the old man is more open-minded!" After hearing Meng Yao's words, Qin Feng could almost conclude that it was Meng Lin who told the old man about Meng Yao's condition.
However, what puzzles Qin Feng is that the old man should not be so gullible. He should have diagnosed Meng Yao's condition before meeting him.
"Qin Feng, tell me, am I seriously ill?"
Meng Yao's tone suddenly became a little downcast. She was originally a very smart girl, but when her grandfather invited Dr. Wu here, Meng Yao began to speculate in her heart.
Moreover, Meng Yao also felt her own body. In the past few months, she often had heart palpitations. In severe cases, she even fainted once. But Meng Yao didn't want others to worry, so she didn't say anything.
"Well, the illness is not serious, but there is illness here..."
Qin Feng tapped Meng Yao's head with his finger and said: "You are sick because of me. Now that I am back, your illness will naturally be cured..."
"You are so beautiful, who misses you..."
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Yao pushed him away angrily, but two blushes appeared on his cheeks. The sickly beauty made Qin Feng stunned.
"I'm not beautiful, but Yaoyao you are very beautiful..."
Qin Fengqing couldn't help but grab Meng Yao's little hand. At this moment, he was really worried, worried that Meng Yao would leave him forever.
"Qin Feng, I... I'm afraid that I won't be able to accompany you in the future..." Meng Yao lowered his head and said, "I don't know if my body can recover. If I die, you... you will still think of me.
?"
"Bah, baby, you can't say these nonsense!"
Qin Feng raised Meng Yao's hand to his chest, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "Yao Yao, I can tell you that you are very ill...
But I can also guarantee that I can heal you. No matter what the price is, I will not let you leave. I said... I can definitely do it, but first, you have to have confidence in me...
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Qin Feng's words were very convincing. Meng Yao's illness originated from a heart disease. If this was not cured first, I am afraid that the injections would not have any effect.
"Qin Feng, I have confidence in you!"
Meng Yao rested his head on Qin Feng's shoulder and said softly: "I hope I can always be with you in the future, and then I can have many children, and we can live a happy life together. This is my wish..."
"Yao Yao, your wish will definitely come true, I promise!" Qin Feng made another promise and gently held Meng Yao in his arms.
"Damn it, why are you here to talk about love?"
The man who was watching Qin Feng not far away screamed bad luck in his heart, but because of his duty, he couldn't leave. He could only lean against the wall and watch Qin Feng and Meng Yao whisper.
"Oh, let's go in quickly. Grandpa has been waiting for a long time."
Meng Yao, who was in Qin Feng's arms, suddenly reacted and hurriedly pulled Qin Feng to the yard where his grandfather lived. This was his first visit and it was not a good thing to keep his elders waiting for too long.
"Finally moved, I want to see whose girl this is..."
The person following saw Qin Feng and Meng Yao entering a courtyard and quickly chased after them. As soon as he saw the house number of the courtyard, he was dumbfounded.
This man did not know the brothers Meng Yao and Meng Lin, but he knew the residence of the former central leader very well. He did not expect that Qin Feng entered the house where Mr. Meng lived.
"I met Meng Lin this afternoon. Could it be that Qin Feng really has some connection with Mr. Meng?"
Pretending to be nonchalant, he walked past the door of the house and clearly saw the two guards at the door. The man couldn't help but make assumptions in his mind.
"Forget it, let's report it!"
This man also knew that the current situation was no longer within the control of his little pawn, so he immediately returned to the car and reported what he saw.
"Give up monitoring Qin Feng himself and go back first!"
After a long time, the order was conveyed. Even if the national security department was extremely powerful, they would not dare to monitor the former leader. This was a huge taboo.
"It turns out that high status has such benefits!"
When Qin Feng entered the courtyard and saw the inconspicuous van leaving, he couldn't help but laugh. He didn't like the feeling of being watched.
"Qin Feng, come in quickly." Seeing Qin Feng stop in the front yard, Meng Yao waved to him.
"Hey. Okay!" Qin Feng walked over quickly, followed Meng Yao, walked straight through the middle courtyard, and entered the main wing.
There were not many people in the wing, only three. In addition to Meng Lin, whom Qin Feng knew, there was an old man sitting on a chair, and beside him stood a middle-aged man in his forties.
young woman.
After just one glance, Qin Feng could tell that the middle-aged woman must be Meng Yao's mother, because their faces were 60-70% similar. On the contrary, Meng Lin didn't look much like his mother.
As for the old man, although he was sitting there, his whole person exuded an indescribable majesty. Just looking at Qin Feng so lightly, that invisible pressure arose spontaneously.
Of course, this pressure was nothing to Qin Feng. He looked at each other calmly with the old man, and Qin Feng showed a very natural smile on his face.
"Qin Feng. This is my grandpa..." Meng Yao walked over and took the old man's arm and said, "Grandpa is a very nice person. Hey, can't you just smile?"
Perhaps because she was afraid that her grandfather would scare Qin Feng, Meng Yao simply scratched her grandfather's armpit, which made the old man dumbfounded. The majestic look just now could no longer be maintained.
"Girls are outgoing..." The old man sighed and said, "The young man is pretty good. It's not easy for him to be neither humble nor overbearing when he meets me..."
Mr. Meng served in the army all his life, and later held a high position. Even though he had retired for many years, the majesty and pressure that arose spontaneously were something that even the feudal officials could not bear, let alone Qin Feng, who was twenty years old.
A young man in his early years.
Qin Feng smiled and said, "You are Meng Yao's grandfather, why should I be afraid of you?"
"Well, that's right. Sit down and talk." After hearing Qin Feng's words, the old man's eyes lit up and he waved his hand for Qin Feng to sit on the chair by the door.
Although it was only two sentences, Qin Feng had already expressed his meaning very clearly. In his eyes, Mr. Meng in front of him was just an elder, but he had no other identity.
Qin Feng's attitude greatly impressed Mr. Meng, because when the Meng family met him, almost all of them, including Meng Lin, were more in awe than affection.
This made the old man very unhappy, which was why he always doted on Meng Yao, because Meng Yao showed his true nature in front of him and simply regarded him as his grandfather.
"Haha, elders are here, where can I have a seat?" Qin Feng smiled and looked at Tang Xiulian beside the old man.
"Qin Feng, this is my mother. She is also very nice." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Yao quickly introduced her mother to Qin Feng.
"Hello, aunt!"
Qin Feng nodded to Tang Xiulian, took a step forward, placed the scroll in his hand on the table in front of the old man, and said: "I didn't make any preparations before coming. I heard that Yaoyao said that grandpa loves calligraphy, so he brought it here specially.
Please correct me on this scroll..."
"Oh? You also know calligraphy?"
Mr. Meng raised his eyebrows. According to the information he got, although Qin Feng was a disciple of Qi Gong, his studies with Qi Gong should be in the restoration of cultural relics and did not involve the field of calligraphy.
"I have copied a few posts, but I am not polite..." Qin Feng said a few words modestly, but the look on his face told everyone that he not only knew calligraphy, but was also very sophisticated.
"Ahem, Dad, I invite Xiao Qin here today, not to talk about calligraphy."
Tang Xiulian on the side saw that the old man and Qin Feng had brought the topic to calligraphy. She couldn't help but become a little anxious. She had been worried about her daughter's condition.
"Why are you anxious? Whenever something big happens, you need to calm down..."
Mr. Meng turned back and glanced at his daughter-in-law. Why wasn't he worried about his granddaughter's illness? But firstly, Meng Yao was still in the room at this time, so it was not suitable to talk about her illness. Secondly, the old man also wanted to examine Qin Feng to see if he
He is qualified to be his grandson-in-law.
"Yes. Dad, I'm worried..." Although she was unwilling to do so, Tang Xiulian didn't say anything more. After all, the old man still had the final say in this family.
"Xiao Qin, tell me, what kind of post did you bring? Whose calligraphy is it?"
Mr. Meng picked up the scroll and was surprised when he took it. "What kind of wood is this shaft made of? Why is it so heavy?"
"This is called ironwood. It is a plant in the Amazon jungle. It is very hard..." Qin Feng started to talk nonsense. He couldn't say that this ironwood was a specialty of another dimension, right?
However, Qin Feng is not afraid of the old man getting to the bottom of it, because many places in the Amazon jungle are still restricted areas for humans, and it is not uncommon to find any weird things hidden in them.
"As for this calligraphy, Grandpa, please take a look at it first, and then I will tell you who did it, okay?"
Qin Feng failed here. The old man wanted to test him, and Qin Feng also wanted to see. Is Mr. Meng a calligraphy enthusiast or someone who really knows the art?
"Qin Feng, you want to test grandpa, right?" Meng Yao said with a smile: "Grandpa's calligraphy is very good. Some people say that he is as good as Teacher Qi Gong."
Hearing his granddaughter's compliment, Mr. Meng couldn't help but laugh, waved his hands and said, "That's nonsense. My handwriting is more elegant than Qi Gong's, but my background is far inferior to his."
The old man had already gone to high school before joining the revolution. At that time, he was considered a big intellectual. Moreover, he came from a scholarly family, and he started learning to write with a brush when he was four or five years old.
Even after decades of military career, Mr. Meng never put down his pen. Therefore, he was always known as a Confucian general in the army. Even the leaders at that time were full of praise for his calligraphy.
"Oh, grandpa's calligraphy skills are so profound?" Qin Feng's eyes lit up and he said, "Then I got the calligraphy right. I believe grandpa can see it."
Qin Feng spent many days writing this "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection", and he almost went crazy when writing it, so he also wanted his work to be fairly evaluated by the outside world.
"Okay, I want to see what the post you brought is about?" Mr. Meng laughed. He felt that Qin Feng was very suitable for his temperament. As a literati, you always have to have a bit of literati character.
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While talking, the old man took out a magnifying glass and casually pulled the string on the scroll. When he saw the paper stuck inside, his eyes lit up.
Mr. Meng is a person who really knows the goods. Although he cannot tell the age of this paper at a glance, he knows that this kind of paper adheres to ancient craftsmanship. There are only a few people who can make it in modern times.
""Preface to the Lanting Collection"?"
The old man just read the first few characters and took a breath of cold air, because he found that these characters were so elegant that they were the best Wang Xizhi's calligraphy he had ever seen.
"Is this... is this the original post?" An idea popped up in Mr. Meng's mind, but he rejected it immediately.
You know, there was no rice paper in Wang Xizhi's time. Since this thing was written on rice paper, I'm afraid it can only be deduced to the Song Dynasty at the earliest.
"Good words, good words!"
When Mr. Meng slowly unfolded the copybook, the hand holding the magnifying glass started to tremble, and he murmured: "Is this...is this really the original copybook from the calligrapher?"
The whereabouts of the authentic "Preface to the Lanting Collection" were unknown as early as the time of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. Everything passed down to later generations was copied by later generations. The most famous one is the Shenlong version of the "Preface to the Lanting Collection".
As mentioned earlier, the Shenlong version of "Lanting Preface" is the most exquisite copy of the "Lanting Preface" that has been handed down to this day, because it expresses the pen and ink of the original work most realistically.
And this version of "Lanting Preface" happens to be collected in the Palace Museum.
Mr. Meng loved calligraphy throughout his life. He did not use his privilege to do many things for his children, but he only used it once. After he retired, he borrowed the Shenlong edition of "Lanting Preface" to his home and copied it for more than three years.
moon.
Therefore, Mr. Meng is very confident. Among those who have studied the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" in the world, he can definitely be ranked among the top three. He is "broken", "broken" and "thief" everywhere on the post.
Every place is well known.
But the copybook in front of Mr. Meng is written more delicately than the Shenlong version of "Lanting Preface". The rewritten handwriting has clear layers. The traces of the writing and the distinct shades of ink are better than those of Shenlong's "Lanting Preface".
One chip.
If the Shenlong version of "Lanting Preface" has been copied with a 70-80% similarity in shape, then this copybook is complete in form and spirit. Looking at the copybook, Mr. Meng seemed to have a scene of Wang Xizhi writing in front of his eyes.
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"A stroke of genius, a stroke of genius..."
After coming back to his senses, the old man couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face, because he discovered that this copybook could actually bring him into the artistic conception. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation after studying calligraphy for so many years.
"Qin...Qin Feng, since you have this calligraphy in your hand, do you...do you know who wrote it?"
Mr. Meng looked at Qin Feng with eager eyes. He could confirm that this calligraphy that he could not date had never been revealed in the world, otherwise he would never have known about it.
"Grandpa Meng, if you like this calligraphy, I will give it to you." Qin Feng did not answer the old man's question, but generously gave the copybook away.
"This... this..." The old man had a troubled look on his face. His eyes were almost unable to pull it out when he saw it in the copybook. He really loved it.
But the old man also understood that this calligraphy was truly priceless.
You must know that the value of the Shenlong version of "Lanting Preface" collected in the Forbidden City is inestimable. This piece of calligraphy is much better than the Shenlong version in terms of preservation and calligraphy skills. Its preciousness is self-evident.
Already.
Although the old man was not afraid of gossip, he still felt that accepting such a gift was too precious. Therefore, he felt very conflicted.
"Xiao Qin, I can't accept this calligraphy..."
After a while, Mr. Meng gritted his teeth, rolled up the copybook, and when he reached out and handed it to Qin Feng, he turned his head to the side, apparently fearing that he would change his mind after seeing it.
"Grandpa Meng, why can't you accept it?" Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw the old man's appearance. It turned out that this old man was also a wonderful man.
"This calligraphy is too valuable, you should take it back!" The old man said without looking back: "As long as you tell me whose hand it was..."
"Grandpa Meng, put this copybook away and I will tell you who wrote it."
Qin Feng laughed. Originally, he felt a little distressed when he gave the calligraphy to him, but seeing that the old man was so knowledgeable, Qin Feng felt that he had given it to the right person.
"Okay, I'll keep it first, you say..." The old man heard the teasing meaning in Qin Feng's words and was not angry. He immediately put the scroll back on the table.
Qin Feng bowed his hands to the old man seriously and said: "Grandpa Meng, you are just not talented, but I wrote this calligraphy myself!"
"What?!"
As soon as Qin Feng said this, several surprised shouts rang out at the same time, including Tang Xiulian and Meng Lin.
The unit where Tang Xiulian works has a limited relationship with art. In addition, with such an old man in her family, she also has a certain level of art appreciation. She was fascinated when she was reading the copybook just now, so she naturally knew the calligraphy of this painting.
Deep attainments.
Meng Lin has been forced by his grandfather to learn calligraphy since he was five or six years old. Although his vision is not as good as the old man, he is not far behind. He can see the preciousness of this calligraphy at a glance.
So after hearing Qin Feng say that this calligraphy was written by him, several people thought at the same time that Qin Feng was speaking arrogantly.
"Xiao Qin, are you joking with me, old man?" The old man's eyes were fixed on Qin Feng. The originally amiable old man suddenly seemed to have turned into a majestic general on the battlefield.
"Qin Feng, are you too crazy? If you can write this word, I...I will eat it..." Meng Lin couldn't help but interjected, in front of him
, Qin Feng actually dared to tell such a lie.
"Grandpa Meng, do you think I can tell such a lie that can be exposed so easily?"
Qin Feng smiled and answered the old man's words, then turned to look at Meng Lin, and said with a half-smile: "Brother Lin, if I can really write it, will you really eat it?"
"me……"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Lin suddenly felt weak in his heart, because he thought of Qin Feng playing the piano at Wei Hua's party that year. Qin Feng's playing level at that time was definitely world-class.
So when facing a monster like Qin Feng, Meng Lin really didn't dare to finish his words for a while. If Qin Feng could write it, he would have a lot of fun.
"If you can write it, Meng Lin can eat it..."
Just when Meng Lin was hesitating, the old man sitting there suddenly said: "As a man, if you dare to say what you say and do what you do, isn't it just eating a piece of paper? Can I poison you kid to death?"
"Grandpa...Grandpa, you..."
Mr. Meng was extremely skilled at this skill. He could trick his own grandson to death with just one sentence. However, Meng Lin was unable to resist and could only accept the situation.
ps: A two-in-one chapter, please give me a monthly pass for the last three days!! (To be continued...)
ps: Tomorrow is the wedding day for naughty girl. I wish naughty girl a happy wedding and a baby soon. Well, wedding candy is coming!
