The era of farming is so sweet

Chapter 28 28. Accept
Zhixia looked at the silk painting on old man Liang's hand in surprise.

Some frowned incomprehensibly.

"Didn't you say that this is your life? You can sacrifice everything for it. Why give it to me now. I don't understand."

Shaking his head in confusion, he really didn't know what the old man was planning.

Although she wanted to agree very much, her reason told her not to nod.

This does not belong to me.

Old man Liang looked at the painting in his hand cherishingly.It's like looking at your own child.

The eyes are so gentle and kind.Also with deep resentment.

In the end, he put it in Zhixia's arms cruelly.

The sadness of parting is rendered in the eyes.

"It's my life. But I can't protect it. What happened today, I don't know how many times it will happen in the future. You girl is not easy. If I give it to you, you can still keep it. It's here with me... Sooner or later it will be reduced to a heap of ashes."

Gently place your hand on the silk painting.

After looking at it with nostalgia, don't overdo it.I'm afraid that if I watch more, I will regret it.

Zhixia looked at the painting in her hand.So that's what the old guy meant.

"Don't you regret it? If you give it to me, it will no longer belong to you. Today, it's just dark clouds, haze and wind barriers. But there will always be a time when the rain passes and the sky clears up. At that time, this will be a priceless treasure. Are you... willing?" ?”

There was a smile on the corner of Old Man Liang's mouth, "You are a big kid. What you say is like an adult. It is indeed as you said, and now we are in an environment where the snow is tormenting the wind. But this Fengxue doesn't know what Time will stop, there are too many unstable factors. I can't protect it, so I can only find someone new for it. I only hope that you can protect it well. After the storm, it still belongs to you. It's just... ...if you'll let me look at it long enough, I'll be content."

The eyes are full of truth.

Zhixia felt that the things in her hands were too heavy.

Glancing at old man Liang, he was looking at the painting in his hand.

Finally decided to accept it.

"Okay, I promise you. But in exchange, I will bring some things over tomorrow. It is not a waste of your things. And... I will give you a wish. When the millennium comes, if you can find me, this picture I can promise you that the painting will be redeemed with 20 yuan. It can be regarded as the storage fee for so many years."

As soon as the words fell, old man Liang looked at her in surprise, "Girl, are you serious?!"

Zhixia nodded, "Really."

At this time, the old lady came over with a self-criticism.

"Old man, 20 is probably not that much for us?"

20 for a destitute family nowadays?Not even 20 yuan.

Old man Liang's enthusiasm remained undiminished, "Don't be afraid, there are still a few decades, and we have plenty of time. Let alone 20 by then, this painting will be a priceless treasure. If it can be preserved, 20 is not expensive."

Seeing the appearance of her old man, she couldn't bear to pour cold water on her anymore.

Put the self-criticism in hand on Zhixia and pass it in front of Zhixia.

As soon as Zhixia put the painting behind her back, her hands were empty.

The old man Liang who was watching was very surprised. He walked around her a few times, but he didn't see anything.

"How did you do it, you girl? You just put your hand back and it disappeared. And you didn't see where you could hide?"

Zhixia rubbed her head, almost fainted by him.

"Old man, if you can find it, how can I save the cultural relics?"

Like an old child, curious about everything.

Then he looked down at the self-criticism in his hand.

Ten lines at a glance, quickly browsed the content on the paper.

It's very general, although every word expresses the same sincerity, but Zhixia can still see it.

Like a running account, it must not have been written by this old man.

"Your review was written by someone else. It doesn't look like your style at all."

Flipping these pages in his hand.

He gave old man Liang a playful look.

When asked by Zhixia, old man Liang became curious, "How do you know that. What is my style?"

Zhixia raised her head a little, and looked at him carefully.

"Your style... is naturally the gentleman's spirit of a literati. You are strong and strong, and you would rather be a piece of jade than a tile. You are old and strong, even if you are depressed now. You will not lose the literati. Loneliness. However... the ancients also said a long time, if you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of having no firewood. The days will be long, and the construction of the motherland still needs knowledge. You..."

Still wanting to say something, I saw old man Liang shaking his hand.

With thousands of thoughts in his eyes, he looked at Zhixia complicatedly.

"Little girl, I know what you said. The motherland has experienced the baptism of war and has already become riddled with holes. The establishment of a new country is like a child who is waiting to be fed and grows slowly. How can a child grow up?" No stumbling. I understand that, so I wait."

Seeing how transparent he said, Zhixia didn't say much anymore.

Turned to the last page.

I froze when I saw the signature.Surprised to see the signature on the bottom.

Then he raised his head sharply.

"You...you are the Taishan Beidou Liang Shuming in the literary world, Mr. Liang."

Zhixia's heart was like a stormy sea.

I really didn't expect that the plain-looking old man in front of me turned out to be Mr. Liang Shuming, the world-renowned calligrapher in later generations.

And I was able to touch it myself.

It's like winning the lottery, it's exciting.

Old man Liang smiled amused by the appearance of Zhixia's little girl, and turned to look at the old woman beside him.

"A Fen, look, this little girl actually knows me. Little girl, am I really that famous?"

Zhixia nodded cheerfully, "Well, who doesn't know your reputation, and your calligraphy is hard to find. I..."

With a shy look on his face, "Can I ask you for a letter? Don't worry, I won't ask for nothing. I will bring the reward together tomorrow."

With bright eyes, he looked at old man Liang expectantly.

Old man Liang didn't want to refuse Zhixia either, it's just that it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

"It's a bit difficult. I don't have anything here, so I can't write."

Shaking his head regrettably, he hasn't touched a pen for a long time.I miss you so much.

For Zhixia, this is not a difficult task.There are paper, inkstone, pen and ink in the supermarket.

And it's good.

Pretending to rummage in his small schoolbag.

"How do you look?"

He took out a blank scroll that had been packed in a watch, and a good brush with a thick brush.There is also a piece of Hui ink that lives forever and an inkstone.

Put these things on the table.

Open the reel.

"Are these okay?"

Ask old man Liang.

Old man Liang looked at the things on the table as if he had found a treasure.

"Yes, yes."

Looking at Zhixia excitedly, "Girl, after writing for you, can you give these things to me?"

Since the beginning of breaking the four olds, his treasures are the most valuable except for the hidden ones.The rest are pretty much destroyed.

He remembered that the 87 fairy scrolls were still outside, although it was in an inconspicuous place, fearing that it would be destroyed or lost, so he went back to get it in desperation, but who knew that he happened to run into those revolutionaries.

Only then did I have the chance to meet Zhixia, fate is really amazing.

(End of this chapter)