surnamed Wang

Zhou Xiaotong seemed to have seen through it, reached out to take the flowers from Liu Heng's hand, and led them to the living room.

After pouring tea for the two of them, she went to work. Wang Gingquan paced around admiring the paintings and calligraphy all over the wall, while Liu Heng seemed restless.

After a while, an old voice sounded from behind:
"You are Xiaotong's classmates, right?"

Wang Gangquan turned his head, and at some point there were more kind-hearted old ladies in the living room.

Liu Heng stood upright with a nervous expression on his face.

This kid really considers himself a new son-in-law.

Wang Gangquan nodded slightly and said:

"Hi, Professor Sun, I'm Wang Bingquan, a student of Qingwen College."

"You are Wang Gangquan?"

The old lady looked him up and down carefully, and Liu Heng interjected next to him:
"Grandma, I'm Liu Heng from the School of Economics and Trade."

The old man stammered a little when he heard him speak, and said with a smile:
"Don't be nervous, coming here is like being at home."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wang Gangquan again.

"Do you have research on calligraphy and painting?"

"It's not research, it's interest at most."

"I saw you standing in front of a picture for a long time just now. It was Grandpa Xiaotong's favorite during his lifetime. I have never seen the name. Can you explain it to me?"

Wang Gangquan knew what the other party was talking about, turned around and faced the wall, and said slowly:
"Although the font is vigorous, it lacks a bit of muscle and bone. It is really not worth mentioning in front of these authentic works of famous artists, and it can even be said to be a little immature.

In the opinion of the younger generation, it is either from a novice who has just practiced calligraphy, or a woman's family forcibly imitated a man's brushwork, and depending on the quality of the paper, it has been stored for at least 40 years. "

At this point, the old lady's face became a little gloomy. Wang Biquan immediately guessed something and clicked:

"That's all I can see."

"This old guy, no wonder he's always staring at calligraphy and painting in a daze for nothing. He just sits there all afternoon. He's thinking about his girlfriend when he was young."

The old lady who had been teaching for decades and had always been kind, unexpectedly accused her deceased wife in front of two juniors.

Seeing this, Wang Bingquan and Liu Heng looked at each other, and said to themselves that they ate a melon instead of eating.

The old lady quickly realized that she had lost her composure, smiled apologetically at the two of them and said:

"I made you laugh, it's all old accounts from my youth."

The two nodded to express their understanding.

After chatting for a while, Zhou Xiaotong came in and called them to eat. Liu Heng, with sharp ears, was the first to hear the footsteps.

After the woman left with the old lady on her arm, Wang Gangquan stepped forward and said:

"Stop pretending, you've been attracted to this print in the whole room, it's really poisonous to your eyes."

"I criticize it inwardly for its vulgarity."

"That's Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Lanting Collection."

"..."

When the two came to the dining room, the Zhou family had already sat down, and Zhou's mother didn't come because she was busy with business.

Zhou Xiaotong's father was in his early forties, with a thin build, wearing pair of glasses, and looked gentle, which was about the same as the two guessed.

After a simple greeting, everyone sat down one by one.

The Zhou family is a scholarly family, and strictly abides by the principle of "don't talk when eating, don't talk when sleeping", and rarely communicates with each other when eating.

The two young people went to the countryside to do as the Romans did, they just buried their heads in eating, and even deliberately controlled the sound of chewing.

After a full meal, the two were supposed to go back, when Zhou Xiaotong proposed to take them somewhere.

According to Liu Heng's urinating nature, he naturally agreed without hesitation, took out the key and was about to go out, Zhou Xiaotong stopped him, saying that the place is not far away, and he will be there in a few steps.

The three left Zhou's house, turned around in the alley for a while, and soon came to a row of warehouses.

Seeing the doubts on their faces, Zhou Xiaotong explained:

"Student Wang saved me, so I should express my gratitude. I heard grandma said that you are interested in calligraphy and painting, so I brought them over to have a look.

It's all my grandfather's treasures over the years. My family doesn't understand it, so I piled it up here. Occasionally, I will come over and pick a picture or two to take back and practice accordingly. If classmate Wang sees something right, feel free to take it away. "

"Oh, how embarrassing that is."

Wang Gangquan said on his lips, but his body came to the door very honestly, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Zhou Xiaotong didn't expect him to have such a rascal side, so he smiled and took out the key to open the door lock.

The rolling door was lifted, and as the other party said, there were a bunch of scrolls in a miscellaneous place, a small part was placed on the table, and some were directly piled into the box and stuffed into the corner, layered on top of each other.

In addition, there are many unopened Four Treasures of the Study, which are worth a lot just by looking at the packaging.

Wang Gangquan casually picked up a scroll and unfolded it. The paper was at least two or three hundred years old. He was slightly startled and said:

"Liu Heng, maybe this warehouse can be exchanged for your villa."

"Are you talking about my [-]-square-meter villa in the suburbs of Beijing with five bedrooms, two living rooms, two kitchens and three bathrooms?"

"Go away, I don't need to say this."

Wang Gangquan really wanted to help him, but this guy was always self-defeating.

"It's really wasteful to put these things in the warehouse. Not to mention the gnawing of insects and rats, the humidity alone is so heavy, I'm afraid they will rot in a few years."

Wang Gangquan looked distressed.

"Grandpa regarded calligraphy and paintings as treasures during his lifetime, and grandma seemed to have always had objections. After his death, things were moved here."

Zhou Xiaotong didn't feel distressed, but she was a student, and she really couldn't influence her family's decision.

At this moment, Wang Gangquan suddenly turned his head and said to Liu Heng:
"You said you have a villa?"

"It's five rooms and two halls..."

"Got it!" Wang Gingquan hurriedly interrupted him, "How about leaving a room for calligraphy and painting?"

As he spoke, he blinked at the other party, Liu Heng immediately understood, and said with a straight face:
"It is our duty to protect cultural heritage!"

Wang Gangquan smiled and looked at Zhou Xiaotong.

"Student Zhou, look at this proposal. Move the things to Liu Heng's house. I will sort them out and make a detailed list. Tell him what you need, and he will deliver it to you."

"That's too much trouble for Liu..."

"No trouble, no trouble, let's not hide from classmate Zhou, Liu is actually a person who loves calligraphy and painting, but you don't know why he keeps a low profile. If you want to say that I like it the most..."

Wang Gangquan grabbed his shoulders and interrupted:

"Liu Heng is willing to help others. This is obvious to all. Classmate Zhou can rest assured that he can leave it to him."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at him sideways, and the other party shut up honestly.

In the end, the three of them called a truck, packed it to the brim, and took it to Liu Heng's house in the suburbs.

……

It was night, on the second floor of the villa, Wang Jingquan was admiring paintings and calligraphy with gusto.

After all, he still underestimated Mr. Zhou, because there were many paintings of everyone in it.

"Fatty Liu, I made a mistake this afternoon. Trading a villa for calligraphy and painting is not enough."

Liu Heng sat in the pile of scrolls, with a look of lovelessness on his face, and said:

"It's almost twelve o'clock, when are we going to tidy up?"

"Oh, didn't you say that you love calligraphy and painting, how long did you get bored?"

"It's not that you don't know that I'm pretending."

"Go to bed if you're tired, I won't be leaving tonight."

"Yes, you are busy."

Not long after Liu Heng left, Wang Bingquan took out a scroll from the pile of calligraphy and paintings and slowly unfolded it.

Inside is a portrait of an emperor, with a series of inscriptions written in regular script on the right:
Painted in August of the first year of Emperor Wujing.

Looking at the emperor in the scroll, a smile appeared on Wang Biquan's lips unconsciously.

... (end of this chapter)