"Are you okay! Am I not right?" Seeing that Grandpa Tian was coughing for a while, Zhang He hurriedly got up and patted the old man on the back. It wasn't until the old man waved his hand to him that he sat back on the stool with a wicked smile on his face, waiting for the old man to appreciate it.

"Did your grandfather tell you?" the old man asked as he looked at Zhang He in confusion.

"No, I figured it out myself. Zhang He replied with a grin.

The old man was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't help but look at the child in front of him who made him refreshed, and he didn't speak for a long time. I guess the old man didn't understand where a child less than six years old came from such insight?

Zhang He naturally understood the old man's thoughts, so he immediately changed the topic and said, "Grandpa Tian, can I visit your home?"

"Look at it casually. With Grandpa Tian's permission, Zhang He immediately stood up, first touched the purple-brown solid wood table of eight immortals beside him with his hand, and then bent down to look at the drum stool he had just sat on, then walked around the table to the middle of the room, admired the top cabinet leaning against the east wall for a while, and then turned around and knocked on the copper bed that occupied the southern space of the room, and then came to the window of the west wall, and stroked the beautifully carved and gorgeous writing desk that impressed him as a child, and inadvertently muttered a sentence from his mouth: " Rosewood, Jingzuo, good craftsmanship!"

Unexpectedly, his unintentional whisper was listened to by Grandpa Tian, who was sitting on the sofa next to the desk. couldn't help but make the old man's eyes widen suddenly, and at the same time raised his voice and asked loudly: "What did you say?" This time the old man couldn't believe what he said, the evaluation that just got into his ears was said by this child who was less than six years old.

But at this juncture, Grandma Tian suddenly entered the door. So Grandpa Tian immediately couldn't wait to let his wife sit down beside him, and began to learn from his wife about the scene he had just heard and saw.

Then I saw that the old lady's expression began to become more and more surprised, her mouth began to open little by little, and her eyes were more and more full of curiosity. This couldn't help but make Zhang He, who had returned to the door on the stool and peeked at the second elder with a teacup, began to worry in his heart: "It's broken." How should I explain it this time? I said that my grandfather taught me, no, I had never heard my grandfather say the word "Jingzuo"! Besides, what would I do if Grandpa Tian asked my grandfather?... Or I would say that I learned from reading, but will Grandpa Tian believe it? A child who has just started preschool can read?... I just said that I heard it when I went to other people's houses? But I couldn't help but ask Grandpa Tian and them! It's broken, it's broken, it's really bad this time, and if you say too much, you will lose it. Hey, stinky mouth, what's the point of sighing, stinky show, what's wrong, right? No, I have to hurry up and get a word to the past. ”

So, Zhang He didn't wait for the second elder to speak again, and took the lead in speaking: "Grandpa Tian, Grandma Tian, I have always felt that you two are dressed in spirit, have a lovely smile, are kind to people, and are knowledgeable, and they are different from all the adults I have ever seen. Speaking of this, Zhang He couldn't help but give himself a mouth in his heart and said: "Oh, what kind of text are you dragging on? What should I do if I ask me where I learned the idiom later?" So he didn't dare to pause and hurriedly said: "But I don't know why my aunts say that you are bad people and don't let me pay attention to you." Can you tell me a little bit about your old days?"

As soon as this remark came out, it really worked! The second elder really didn't ask Zhang He anything more, and he didn't show surprise or displeasure at Zhang He's question as before. On the contrary, I seem to be much more relaxed, and I still have a smile on my face. Then I saw Grandpa Tian speak: "I want to know what happened to us before? Okay, then I'll tell you kid, but you have to promise it first, and you have to keep it secret from us!"

"Be sure to keep it secret. Zhang He nodded sincerely.

The old couple couldn't help but be amused by Zhang He's appearance again. After laughing, Grandpa Tian lit another cigarette and began to tell Zhang He their story.

Zhang He learned today that his ancestor was a shareholder of a time-honored shop in Beijing, and he could have inherited his ancestral business and continued to do business like other brothers in the clan, but after graduating from university, he chose to become a teacher, and gave up following his family to move to Hong Kong before liberation. And Grandma Tian is actually not surnamed Tian, the word Tian is the husband's surname after marrying Grandpa Tian. The old lady was born in the Manchu Zhengbai Banner, and she was a serious Wangfu Gege, she was one year older than Grandpa Tian, and she was Grandpa Tian's college classmate.

But in the catastrophe that swept China for ten years, the old couple was raided and criticized because of such a family background. This two-entry courtyard house, which originally belonged to his own family, only ended up in this south house in the west. The rosewood furniture that was originally married by Grandma Tian's mother's family only kept these few things in the house. Not to mention the ancient paintings and antiques that the Second Ancestor had left for them and their own collections.

"Oh my God! It turns out that the second elder is a college student from a famous family in the Republic of China! He also knows how to collect!" Zhang He, who heard this, immediately had a light in his eyes, and then didn't wait for Grandpa Tian to say any more, so he hurriedly interjected: "You still know antique calligraphy and painting?"

"Hey, who didn't have anything good to come from like us back then. I just like to look at a picture or something. If you want to understand, you have to be Grandma Tian!" Grandpa Tian glanced at Grandma Tian proudly.

"I don't understand, don't brag to the child!" Grandma Tian smiled shyly.

"Grandma Tian, can you tell if something is true or fake?" asked Zhang He as he stared at the old lady's eyes with burning eyes.

"It's okay to look like bottles and cans, but calligraphy and paintings, I don't know as much as your Grandpa Tian!" the old lady subconsciously glanced at the porcelain jar full of paper scrolls on the ground.

"Hey, why is there a porcelain jar here? Why didn't I pay attention to it just now!" Zhang He stared at the porcelain jar on the ground in a daze, and said secretly in his heart: "One can identify calligraphy and painting, and the other can understand porcelain, isn't this a treasure expert now?"

Zhang He couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, so he didn't care about the number of courtesies, so he couldn't help but walk to the porcelain jar, squatted down and asked the second elder, "Can I touch it?"

"Touch it!" the two elders glanced at each other and smiled.

Zhang He touched the red and blue pattern on the jar, and asked the second elder: "When did you get this porcelain jar?"

"Guangxu's. Grandma Tian replied casually.

"Is it from the official kiln?"

"Yo, do you still know the official kiln? Look at what you mean, you also know how to do it, do you know who Guangxu is?" The old man tilted his head and teased Zhang He with some surprise.

But Zhang He didn't answer the old man's question, but continued to ask on his own: "Then can you tell the truth of Brother Ruguan's Junding?"

"Yo he, boy, okay. Do you still know about the five famous kilns? How did you hear it?" the two elders glanced at each other, and almost said in unison.

"I listened to someone say it at school, and I remembered it. Zhang He replied casually, and then repeated: "Then can you tell whether they are true or false?"

"Pretty much! I used to have a few things at home. Grandma Tian replied.

"Ah! There used to be a few pieces at home! Oh my God!" Zhang He's eyes were straight, and his brain was buzzing for a while before he slowly came back to his senses, and then he stood up and asked Grandpa Tian: "Grandpa Tian, can you also see the authenticity of calligraphy and painting?"

"I can see as long as I like it. Grandpa Tian replied dryly.

"Then whose calligraphy and painting do you like?" Zhang He asked eagerly.

"Hey, you sit back first, and I'll tell you. Grandpa Tian smiled and motioned for Zhang He to sit down first. Then he said to him again: "It's not that grandpa won't tell you, it's that I've told you now, and you don't know who is who." ”

"I know. Zhang He stared at the old man's eyes and replied firmly.

"Hehe, you know! Yes, then grandpa asks you, do you know who Zhao Ji is?"

"Oh my God! Zhao Ji! Song Huizong! Grandpa Tian can't have collected Song Huizong's paintings and calligraphy, right? I rely on them, why did my aunt and them suffer a thousand knives back then, why did they stop me from letting me come into contact with these two elders, or how much knowledge I would have to grow and learn how many skills. It's no more vivid and detailed than going to the library to look up information. ”

Zhang He, who has liked history since he was a child, loves to visit museums, and has been a tour guide for more than ten years, suddenly became calm, and then began to "crusade" against his aunt in his heart. I forgot to go back to Grandpa Tian for a while.

Shiyun: Once splendid, once servant, there was prosperity in ancient times.

I have not heard of the three ancient legends of Jiuding, and I only saw the barren mound thousand-year-old tree.