Zheng Shaoqiu took a long breath and said lightly: "Master Hongyi, one of the four great monks of the Republic of China, knows all about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

He converted to Buddhism at the height of his fame, and after that, he ignored the world's affairs and realized the supreme Dharma. ”

"Before he became a monk, there was another title, called Li Shutong. ”

He filled in the parting word. ”

Hearing this, Xu Xu frowned faintly, and asked softly: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the beacon fire...... Beacon ......"

"The grass is green. ”

The corners of Chu Miaozhen's mouth twitched and corrected.

Permission has no culture, and I don't know much about this, so I smiled a little awkwardly at the moment.

"Not bad. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded, and slowly chanted: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze is full of willow flutes, and the mountains outside the sunset mountain ......"

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered, a glass of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream of the cold tonight ......"

His tone was very soft, as if he were treating a fragile red wine glass, and when he finished reading it, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, so he lit a cigarette and hid in the white smoke.

After a while, he held the Heart Sutra in both hands, and his eyes were deep and distant.

"When I was young, the scenery was infinite, and I was amazed by the four ......"

"No matter in any field, he has left a strong mark and is highly talented......"

"Then, alienated from the red dust, the four are empty......"

"You know, before he became a monk, he had children......

"His wife and children came from thousands of miles to look for him, kneeling in front of the temple gate, just to see him......"

"But in the end, he didn't come out either......"

"There are many opinions on this point, and there is no way to comment on ......"

"Entering the WTO, he is a once-in-a-century talent, and when he was born, he is a high-ranking monk and a person who holds the bull's ear of the Vinaya......"

"Really, great masters!"

Hearing this, both Xu Xu and Chu Miaozhen looked shocked.

Although they only have a vague concept, they have indeed heard the parting words since childhood.

Moreover, I didn't expect the author of the word to be a high-ranking monk.

This is supposed to be what he left behind in 1919, and his brushwork is sharp and vigorous, and Li Tho is through the paper, and his style is very different and natural. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes flashed with exclamation: "This kind of calligraphy is simply art." ”

Xu Wenyan scratched his head and asked softly, "So, how much is this worth?"

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu shook his head and said slowly: "Talking about money is simply blasphemy for this work of art. ”

"Its true value is immeasurable. ”

After a pause, he added: "Of course, if it is really time to make a sale, it can also be sold for a good price." ”

"A hundred bills must be stacked at least one person high......"

Hearing this analogy, Xu couldn't help but gasp.

Even though Zheng Shaoqiu said before, what a monk, what a work of art, he still doesn't have an intuitive concept.

But now I understand that this thing is so valuable.

"You...... Are you kidding?"

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded when he heard this, and said in a calm tone: "This is a letter written by Su Dabeard to his uncle. ”

"Sue bearded?"

Permission had a blinded expression on his face, and some did not react.

"It's Su Dongpo. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu replied, and then carefully put all the items back in the safe, locked them, and then washed and slept contentedly.

Permission shuddered in his throat and stared at the safe, feeling that this thing was not safe anywhere......

Nothing was said all night.

As soon as it was dawn in the morning, Zheng Shaoqiu got up and leisurely bought a few drawers of steamed buns and two cups of soy milk from the alley.

When he returned, he had just finished washing.

The two of them moved the small square table to the courtyard and ate it with relish.

Chu Miaozhen hadn't seen a figure yet, but Zheng Shaoqiu knew that as soon as she left, that woman would appear unconsciously.

After being full of water and food, Zheng Shaoqiu swept a shared bicycle directly on the side of the road.

A new day began, and after several days of light rain in Heikyo, a strong wind blew again.

The museum of culture and history is still as cold and silent as ever.

It's still the window position, and there are still intermittent coughs in my ears, trying to hold back.

Zheng Shaoqiu sat at the desk, like a good student, the only thing that was a little disobedient was that there was a steaming thermos cup on the table.

There are several books next to the thermos cup, all of which are about modern history, and the faint fragrance of tea and ink is intertwined, mixed into a strange fragrance, which is refreshing.

Zheng Shaoqiu looked out the window at the off-road vehicle still parked downstairs, and then glanced at the basic modern history, and subconsciously smiled bitterly.

Speaking of which, this part of the knowledge has been completely mastered, although it is not said that it is like reciting it backwards, but I already have a general outline in my heart, and I also have a clear understanding of some things.

To be precise, it would be more beneficial for him to read more books on archaeological tears now.

However, after hesitating for a moment, Zheng Shaoqiu still didn't get up to change the book, and looked at it page by page.

The Museum of Culture and History of Nuoda is quiet and silent, only the slight sound of flipping books and coughing from time to time are intertwined.

A man and a woman, separated from a long distance, did not speak, just sat quietly, looking inexplicably lonely.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from downstairs, and then there was a ding-dong, the elevator door slowly opened, and a group of mermaids rushed out, their high heels stepping on the floor, making a rapid and dense sound.

Then, a somewhat shrill voice rang out.

"Hurry up and find it for me!"

"Mi County, Boat Capital, Xiangcheng...... Don't let go of any of these counties!"

"Look for any local county chronicles and anecdotes, remember, it must be the Republic of China version!"

"Also, contact other libraries and ask them to help find ......"

"Let the group of lazy guys in the Ancient Books Museum move for me, if I see who doesn't contribute, hum......"

"The focus is on these counties and cities......"

"Inform everyone, this is what the curator wants, there are twenty minutes left, I can't please me, none of them should think about it!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people immediately became active, shuttling and searching through the rows of bookshelves, each of them wearing uniform uniforms, obviously library staff.

All of a sudden, some empty museums of culture and history became a little noisy.

Ding Dong sounded one after another, and wave after wave of people poured out of the elevator, their faces were solemn, their steps were hurrying, and it was obvious that things were a little tricky, and there was not much time left.