Seeing Xie Liuyun's sad look, Yong Ming realized that there might be some things he didn't know yet, so he asked: "Brother Xie, is there anything else you haven't told me?"
Xie Liuyun thought for a while and told Yong Ming about the situation when two strangers, one large and one small, came back with their father the night he found the wooden box.
After Yong Ming heard this, he did not express his position, but motioned for Xie Liuyun to continue speaking.
Therefore, Xie Liuyun went out to the Nanjie Police Station early the morning before yesterday to report his return to his hometown, then went to the bus station to buy a ticket and was followed, and was intercepted and inspected halfway after leaving Tonglu. He told the story exactly.
"Well, thank you, brother, now you can show your true face."
Yong Ming did not comment on what Xie Liuyun said, but first made this request to Xie Liuyun to remove the disguise.
Xie Liuyun said with some embarrassment: "Xiao Ming, I really had no choice but to disguise myself. After I found out that I was being followed at the station, I could only use this method to get rid of him so as not to affect my schedule. After getting off the bus
, I met the old man Degong, and I didn’t have time to take off my disguise. Until now, if you hadn’t told me, I would have forgotten that I was still disguised!”
After Xie Liuyun finished these words, Yong Ming said with a smile: "Brother Xie, I will introduce you to a master of disguise tomorrow. I think you two can chat together, just in time to discuss and exchange ideas."
Xie Liuyun nodded, took off his glasses, took off his wig, and slowly tore off the beard stuck to his lips.
After regaining his straight hairstyle and removing the cover of glasses and beard, what appeared in front of Yong Ming was a delicate and handsome face.
"Brother Xie, you look so dignified!"
Yong Ming praised, nodded, and looked at him.
"Xiao Ming, stop teasing me. Please tell me quickly. What do you think after hearing what I have experienced these days?"
Yong Ming did not answer Xie Liuyun's question directly, but returned the envelope and letter to him, "Brother Xie, this wooden box is a token given to your family by my Yong family. Now that you are here and have confirmed your identity,
I took back the wooden box."
"This is natural. You can just take the wooden box back. There is no point in leaving it here with me."
"Put this envelope and letter away. You will need them tomorrow."
"In that case, why not just leave it at your place? Wouldn't it be better?"
"This is your thing, how can I take over for you? You will know what is going on after it is activated tomorrow."
Seeing that Yong Ming did not explain clearly what was going on and insisted on keeping the envelope, Xie Liuyun took the envelope back into his satchel.
When he was about to ask Yong Ming the question he had just asked, he heard Yong Ming say: "Brother Xie, do you have any calligraphy or paintings hanging in your home?"
"Yes! There is a calligraphy hanging in my father's room. According to his old man, it was written by my ancestor, but it was not signed. And I was young at the time, so I did not remember which ancestor my father said wrote it."
"Are the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the nave or banners, inscriptions or poems?"
"There is a picture hanging in the nave, and the content is a poem."
"But "Yongtai Song" by Wen Tingyun?"
"Exactly, it seems that there must be something special about this "Yongtai Song", otherwise my father would not cherish and love it so much. Xiao Ming, do you know what is actually said in this "Yongtai Song"?"
"The south tower of the Prince's Pond is a hundred feet tall. The windows are separated by new trees and sparse curtains. The golden pavilions are painted with hooks. Yu Bao stops and brushes his halberds. Panyu railings are facing the high platform, and the tent hall is facing Liuluan fan. Early wild geese are frightened.
The fine waves rise, and the dragon flies back, reflecting the flowers."
Yong Ming recited this poem once, with a soothing tone, cadence, and a very artistic conception.
"The small inscription, every word is correct, it is this poem."
Xie Liuyun said affirmatively after listening to Yong Ming's recitation.
"Brother Xie, do you remember how this poem hanging in your father's room was written?"
"Of course I remember. This calligraphy has been hanging at home for as long as I can remember. Especially the day before yesterday, when I was in my father's room to prove whether I was dreaming in the early morning, I looked at this calligraphy carefully again, so I had an impression.
Very profound.”
"That's good. Let's go to the study room now. Could you please Brother Xie to write down the original version of this book? Then we will have the answer to your question just now."
"Okay! Let's go right now."
Xie Liuyun stood up with a bang, happy that this matter had finally made a breakthrough, and his mood became much more comfortable.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, and although there was moonlight, the surrounding scenery had become blurry.
Yong Ming stood up, holding the wooden box in his left hand. After making a "please" gesture with his right hand, he stopped talking and walked towards the front yard.
After leaving the garden, I saw lights on the corridor outside, illuminating the road clearly, making it easy to walk.
They didn't go far when they came to a quiet little courtyard. Yong Ming introduced Xie Liuyun and said, "Brother Xie, this is where I live. I don't like to move much, so the study is next to the bedroom.
.Firstly, it’s for peace of mind, and secondly, it’s for convenience. Don’t you want to laugh at me for being lazy?”
"The environment here is quiet and close to the garden. It's a good place to rest and study. It's not too late for me to envy you, how can I still laugh at you?"
Xie Liuyun admired this elegant little courtyard and liked it from the bottom of his heart.
Yong Ming smiled and stepped forward to open the door of a house and said sideways: "Brother Xie, please come in."
At this time, the relationship between the two people who had gradually become familiar with each other was no longer as strange and formal as it was at the beginning. Xie Liuyun did not be polite to Yong Ming and walked directly into the study.
After Yong Ming entered the room, he pulled the vertical wire on the wall at the door. The chandelier in the room turned on. With the light, Xie Liuyun could see clearly what was going on inside the room.
This room is not large, only eight or nine square meters in size. The desk is quite large, covered with felt, and there are some ink stains on the felt. The four treasures of the study are complete.
On the ground next to the desk, there is a round-mouthed vase about one meter high. However, no flowers or plants are planted. Instead, scroll-shaped calligraphy and paintings are placed, and it is almost full.
There is a faint fragrance of ink floating in the room. From the smell, it must be fine Hui ink.
There are several writing brushes hanging on the pen holder on the desk. Xie Liuyun is also a person who is proficient in calligraphy. Just at a glance, he can tell that they are good pens, but he doesn't have time to take a closer look.
There are two Taishi chairs placed across the desk to facilitate communication.
There is no Duobao grid for placing utensils and objects in the room, but a row of side cabinets. There are no cabinet doors on the side cabinets. They are all small drawers. Each cabinet has nine drawers. Five cabinets equals forty-five drawers.