Sha'er Street is an old street, and the street lights are not very bright, which stretches the silhouettes of people for a long time, and makes the smiles on people's faces light. Ji Shenyu smiled unnaturally, showing his white teeth, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth was different from usual.
He and Ding Hanbai walked back side by side, one meter, one step at a time, went to the gate and up the steps, passed the front yard to the small courtyard, walked down the corridor and walked to the outside of the bedroom.
There was no wind, and the aroma of lilac flowers was locked in the air, covering up the smell of alcohol on Ding Hanbai. "Go to bed early, and even if you give the gift." Ding Hanbai said, "Am I being considerate?"
Ji Shenyu had already opened the door and replied, "Be considerate... Thank you, brother."
Unexpectedly, Ding Hanbai added: "No need, don't be stubborn with me in the future."
Back to their rooms, Ding Hanbai still didn't know what Ji Shenyu had done in retreat, nor did he know why he was depressed today. Ji Shen's words softened, and he said good night, in short, temporarily released the suspicion.
The moon was setting and the sun was rising. Ding Hanbai was almost late. He devoured his breakfast and smashed Ji Shenyu's steamed buns with a big movement. It was still too late when I arrived at the unit, and it was too late. At most, Zhang Yin said a few words.
Ding Hanbai was ready to be criticized, but Zhang Yin walked around the office with a teacup, and then stood at the window to blow air, like a happy event at home. He was working at his desk, his shoulders sank after a while, and he looked up at Zhang Yin's smiling face.
"Is something wrong?" Ding Hanbai wondered, this guy is unusual today.
Zhang Yin asked him, "Aren't you bragging that you can step into the antiques circle? Have you been to a few antique markets in the city?"
How fresh, Ding Hanbai said, "I've been there, and I don't want a ticket."
Zhang Yin's naturally provocative face is annoying: "Then have you bought any treasures?"
Ding Hanbai replied, "There's nothing real in there." He understood, this man asked in preparation, he must have missed it. Sure enough, Zhang Yin patted him on the shoulder and beckoned him to follow.
As soon as the door of the director's office was closed, Ding Hanbai saw a celadon vase in the center of the table, Zhang Yin showed his face, waiting to hear him say "admiration". He bent down on the table and looked at it in all directions. Zhang Yin also gave him the purple light flashlight and said confidently, "Don't blow it all day, speak with real things."
Ding Han stared blankly, even forgot to lift the bar.
"How's it going?" Zhang Yin asked, "Have you seen the truth?"
Ding Hanbai could see that the type and style of the vessel passed the test, and the dirt on it was even more powerful evidence that this was a Qing Dynasty celadon vase that came out of the ocean. But he was entangled, he felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Of course he had, and this was the pile of scraps he had thrown away.
Of course, he never saw it again, because Ji Shenyu covered her tightly, and it was not airtight before he let go.
Zhang Yinxian pushed people out when he showed enough. Ding Hanbai stood straight and walked out, opened the door and turned around and asked, "Which antique market did you buy it in? What is the seller like?"
"Tortoiseshell." Zhang Yin said, "The seller is a prodigal. I don't think I will go again after changing pocket money. You don't have to hurry."
Until he got off work, Ding Hanbai's heart was always tied to the vase, which was confiscated every second. Why did Zhang Yin pick up the leak? He was so depressed that he almost ran a red light on the road.
But I have doubts in my heart, is that really a good thing? He wanted to take another look, thinking hard.
On the other hand, Zhang Yin was simply proud of the spring breeze. He ran to the old district of Chongshui, wandering around a dilapidated bungalow, a narrow alley with mottled gray walls, and a layer of rust on the famous brands in front of each house. There was a trolley parked at the entrance of No. 57. The cart was full of junk, and there was nowhere to go after entering the door. The small courtyard was also full of junk, which was cramped.
The cotton curtain hung in winter has not yet been picked, Zhang Yin opened it and went in: "Are you at home?"
There were only two rooms, and the old man in the undershirt came out from the room. He didn't say anything and didn't look at anyone. Zhang Yin sat down in a chair, and said sarcastically, "Protecting your son is like preventing a thief, are you tired?"
The old man turned around, but he wasn't too old, at most sixty, his hair was standing on end, and he was completely angry. The flesh was not loose, and Kong Wu looked strong, but his left eye was dirty, half-closed, and blind.
People call him Blind Zhang, but no one knows his real name is Zhang Sinian.
"Aren't you tired after get off work?" Zhang Sinian answered, and went to wash his hands beside the washbasin and asked, "What's the matter with you, selling junk?"
Zhang Yin got angry when he heard the "rubbish", put it down, stood up and choked: "I'm collecting junk in this corner, where do you want me to put my face? What do you do after ten can't push the scooter?!"
Zhang Sinian raised his thick eyebrows and tugged at the blind outline: "Nothing to do, wait for my legs to kick, if you like, take a scooter and push me to the foot of the wild mountain and bury me, that's it."
Seeing that there was going to be a quarrel, Zhang Yinming Jin withdrew his troops, took out the celadon bottle from his bag, and changed the subject in the dim light in the room: "It's okay, look at this."
Zhang Sinian stood on the spot: "Just take a look?"
Zhang Yin laughed: "I want to change my brother-glazed incense burner."
He was bound to win, he came three times in a year and a half, spent four or five years of savings on three things, and all of them were knocked out by the other party with a fake. This time is different, he is confident, he has to let the old man go to open the door of the room without farting.
As expected, Zhang Sinian didn't fart. He held the key to unlock the lock. Zhang Yin looked at the back with boundless anger, and said bitterly, "You can see the truth with one blind eye, but someone else is already worth millions. You are good, collect the waste!"
The lock was opened, Zhang Yin got up and went to the door. Inside was a single bed, a pair of tables and chairs, and everything else was antique. He opened his eyes, and his eyes were red with anger. He couldn't tell the truth from the fake.
Zhang Sinian opened the drawer and took out a small incense burner ten centimeters high. When exchanging, he asked, "Where did you get it?"
Zhang Yin left after answering: "Sell it or leave it for you."
The curtain was lifted and fell, and the light penetrated in and was isolated from the outside. Zhang Sinian walked to the table and put the celadon bottle casually, like a water cup or chopsticks. He closed his eyes and couldn't see that he was blind, and hummed the Peking Opera "Borrowing the East Wind" to the beat.
At the end, he recited in a playful tone: "—Ruzi cannot be taught."
Just in time for the weekend, Ding Hanbai rarely slept until the sun rose. Ding Yanshou was going to give a lecture to their brothers and sisters. When the other four gathered, he had already driven to the door of the antique market.
Ding Hanbai was wearing sunglasses, no folds in his trousers, and the Swiss watch on his wrist was shining. His style is the most attractive to sellers, and it seems to be written all over the body - a lot of money, layman, easy to fool.
He seemed to be aimless, but in reality, the two eyes behind the lens were like scanners, and he had the celadon bottle in his mind, ready to find him thousands of times in the crowd. He thought about it for a long time, the bottle was too familiar, maybe it was the same batch of objects.
The marine effluent cultural relics are batches, and there may be more than one.
There were too many people on weekends, and the market gradually filled up. Ding Hanbai walked around a few times and left without seeing any "suspicious people". Turning to the next alley, the alley is narrow, and there are people who are sitting and selling, and those who are squatting and watching, and there is no way to get down.
There is a small shade at the end of the alley, but an old man is sitting there wearing sunglasses, an old autumn clothes in front of him, and a celadon bottle on his clothes. Ding Hanbai didn't go straight after seeing it, and pretended to stay in other booths, dawdling enough to get to the end.
He took off his sunglasses: "I'm still wearing it in the shade."
"The eyes are not good, and I don't like to see the light." The old man said. This old man is Zhang Sinian.
Ding Hanbai stretched his trousers and squatted down, picked up the bottle and began to look at it. However, the surface is calm, but the inside is agitated.
He doesn't have the ability to never forget, but he just saw Zhang Yin yesterday, so he won't forget it.
Even if they came out of the same batch, they can't be in the same position, right
Zhang Sinian took out a cigarette and started smoking, waiting for Ding Hanbai to ask questions. Ding Hanbai seemed to be dumb, looking over and over again, he was a little dizzy.
Someone came here and wanted to take a look. He didn't let go and asked, "How much?"
Which seller doesn't love big money? Zhang Sinian raised three fingers, 30,000.
Ding Hanbai didn't make a counteroffer, and asked again, "Drawing from Zhejiang?" A drifting word proved that he understood that it was something in the water, but he was not asking about Fujian, and the purpose was to deceive the origin.
Zhang Sinian looked down at him from above the lens, gave him a serious look, and said, "Fujian."
Ding Hanbai didn't hesitate any longer: "Pack it up, I'll withdraw the money."
The bank was right next to him, and after he had withdrawn the money and goods with the other party. Before leaving, he saw Zhang Sinian smiling at him. It wasn't that he was happy after getting the money, it was the kind of... he couldn't help but smile.
He simply laughed: "I'm from the City Museum."
Zhang Sinian was not frightened: "I am a waste collector."
"Then you don't have to work hard this month, 30,000 should be enough." Ding Hanbai said, "I can't, I have to work overtime now."
He took the car and left, really went to the museum, and asked the curator for help in order to test the celadon vase. It is not troublesome to submit the test, but it will take two days for the results, and he will go home with the things after the test.
That's right, Ding Hanbai took out 30,000 yuan, but he wasn't sure that this thing was true.
Zhang Yin can only bring back fragments of the bottom of the basin during a trip to Fujian. Such intact objects must be kept and exhibited by Fujian Province. Even if someone finds a way to buy one, how can they travel thousands of kilometers away within two months?
He had to take it back and study it.
The research is not enough, so he can only do a special test with a shy face.
Ding Hanbai arrived home, and there was no one at home, so he followed Ding Yanshou to Yupinji. He entered the study, put the celadon vase on the table, and looked at the book "Like Mountains and Seas" a little bit.
Time is ticking, and the mind is always in a mess.
The voices went from far to near. Ji Shenyu and Jiang Tingen each came back with a snuff bottle in their hands. The dense net in Ding Hanbai's mind dissipated, and he decided to take a break to see what the two were happy about.
The three gathered under the porch, and Jiang Tingen made a loud noise: "Brother, my uncle asked us to carve a snuff bottle. I chose the electric pattern stone, and the carving is a double pigeon playing dog."
Ding Hanbai glanced at him: "Your old man?"
"Like it!" Jiang Tingen was mixed, "It's been a year since Lao Huang died, I miss it so much, and I cried when I carved it." Ding Yanshou praised it with deep affection and vividness.
Ding Hanbai looked at Ji Shenyu: "What about yours?"
Ji Shenyu stretched out his hand and offered it, a jade snuff bottle carved with a yellow Ying holding the moon, he moved to Ding Hanbai: "Does it look good?"
Ding Hanbai said "um" and didn't return it after playing for a long time. Later, Jiang Tingen rambled about how the second and third were, but he didn't pay attention. "Brother, uncle said you can't be lazy." Jiang Tingen remembered the key point, "I got it back for you, you have to pay in your homework."
Ji Shenyu took out a piece of white jade from his pocket when he heard the words: "Master let me choose for you, Bai Yu can't go wrong."
Later, Jiang Tingen went to Jiang Caiwei, and only Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu were left in the corridor. Ji Shenyu spent a day outside and wanted to go back to the house to change clothes. When he turned to face the open window of the study, he happened to bump into the celadon vase on the table.
He was stunned and threw himself on the window sill to stare.
This bottle? impossible! Ji Shenyu rushed into the study, and Ding Hanbai was taken aback by his posture. He ran to the desk to see it clearly, and was completely sure, the muddy texture, the turbid macular... This is what he created by retreating for three days and two nights. piece!
Ding Hanbai said inexplicably, "What are you excited about?"
Ji Shenyu asked in disbelief, "Where did this thing come from?"
"The antique market, I just received it this morning." Ding Hanbai didn't mention the reason or the truth. Besides, before he mentioned it, Ji Shenyu's expression changed, so he was even more inexplicable.
"Senior Brother..." Ji Shenyu asked, "How much did you charge?"
Ding Hanbai said lightly, "30,000."
Ji Shenyu almost shouted, "Thirty thousand?!"
How did he make a vase, he simply made a sin!