The guest house where Fang Yi and the fat man lived, next to a courtyard community that had not yet been demolished, and after Fang Yi stood outside for a while early the next morning, at five or six o'clock, the community suddenly became lively.

"Two bowls of bean juice, three fritters, I'll ......be here soon" Fang Yi followed the sound to a breakfast shop, saying that it was a shop, but in fact, it was a couple pushing a tricycle to set up a few tables and benches on the side of the road, and set up a simple breakfast stall.

"Boss, bring me late bean juice, don't want fritters, do you have vegetarian buns?"

At this time, there are not many people who eat breakfast, after Fang Yi sat down, he asked for a bowl of bean juice, he once heard the teacher say that when he comes to the capital, he must drink a bowl of original bean juice, according to the teacher's words, that is, he has not drunk bean juice, and he has not been to the capital.

"Yes, how many vegetarian buns with cabbage stuffing do you want?" The middle-aged man who set up the stall quickly made a bowl of bean juice, put it on the table in front of Fang Yi, and asked.

"Let's go five, pack five more ......"

Thinking of the fat man who was still sleeping like a pig in the guest house, Fang Yi asked the boss to pack another one, took a sip of bean juice, couldn't help nodding, and said, "This tastes good, drink a bowl in the morning, you can sweat, boss, you are from the capital, right?"

"Young man, we are not from the capital, the real people of the capital, where would we do this......"

The middle-aged man scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said: "To be honest, the bean juice I made is not very authentic, and now the authentic bean juice is almost gone, but my things are hygienic, and people here like to drink a bowl of ......."

"Xiaohu, in fact, the bean juice made by Huguo Temple is not necessarily as authentic as you......" An old man in his seventies sitting next to Fang Yi said with a smile: "Your kid is about to go to college, and I have been drinking your bean juice for more than ten years." ”

"That's not it, I'm going to take the college entrance examination this year, old man, this business is thanks to your help......" The middle-aged man smiled innocently. He added another spoonful of bean juice to the old man's bowl and said, "As long as the old neighbors are willing to drink the bean juice I made, I will continue to do it......"

"Life, that's ...... life"

Listen to the conversation between the stall owner and the old man in the morning. Fang Yi's heart was suddenly quiet, simple conversations, full of the breath of life, this kind of harmonious picture between people, let Fang Yi add a little bit of understanding of life.

"Young man. Come again......"

When Fang Yi left early, the middle-aged man waved his hand to say hello, in fact, there was no need for him to say, Fang Yi would still come over tomorrow, listening to the simple conversations of these ordinary people, Fang Yi could have a feeling of integrating into life.

"Soy juice, I'm not used to drinking this?"

When Fang Yi returned to the guest house, the fat man had already gotten up, but he was not very satisfied with the breakfast brought by Fang Yi, and muttered: "The breakfast in the capital is not as good as Jinling, how good it would be if there was a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup in the morning......

"I think the capital is more tolerant than Jinling......"

Fang Yi didn't know what kind of place the old Taoist priest was from. But since he was a child, the old Taoist priest talked to him in Mandarin that was a bit like the Beijing dialect, so after coming to the capital, listening to the voices of the people next to him, Fang Yi always had an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

And although it is the ancient capital of the six dynasties, but the capital is the imperial capital of the last two dynasties, in comparison, the capital is undoubtedly more profound in terms of cultural heritage.

"I still prefer Jinling ......," the fat man pouted when he heard this. Although he said that the bean juice was not delicious, his mouth was not idle at all, a bowl of bean juice with five buns and two fritters, and all the words went into the stomach.

"Fang Yi. Let's go to the Shilihe Antique Market first, and I'll show you Lao Wu's shop......"

Wiping his mouth, the fat man gritted his teeth and said, "I see that there are a lot of things in his shop, according to me, when there is no one at night, let's set him on fire." Burn all this bastard's things, and see if he feels distressed!"

"Okay, even if you lose tens of thousands of yuan, you can't commit murder and arson, right?" Fang Yi glared at the fat man angrily, and said: "Where you fall, you can get up there, don't engage in those crooked things......"

"I'm just talking about it......"

After being trained by Fang Yiyi yesterday, the fat man had already figured it out, but the hatred in the fat man's heart for Lao Wu had not been alleviated at all.

"Lao Wu, I'm going to the meeting, but I don't have time these days, let's wait until I finish sending these invitations......

Fang Yi took out a few invitations in white envelopes from the box, and wrote on the envelopes the address to be sent and the phone number of the contact, the content of the invitations was the same, but in the place of signature, there were the names of Sun Lianda and Yu Xuan.

"Isn't it just five invitations, won't it be delivered in one day?" The fat man said: "You send three, I send two, let's send them separately, and we will do it in one day today." ”

"You think this invitation will be sent out so easily?"

Fang Yi shook his head when he heard this, and said: "Everyone is made an appointment by the teacher in advance, I have to make another call to confirm before sending it, it will be good to be able to send it in three days, if you are bored, you can go to the antique market by yourself, just to learn something......

"I'll go around with you......"

After hearing Fang Yi's words, the fat man shrunk his neck, he was afraid that he would go to the Shilihe antique market to see Lao Wu again, and he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, maybe he would stage a scene of white knives entering red knives out.

"Okay, I'll make a call first......" Fang Yi made a silent gesture to the fat man, and then dialed a phone number on the envelope.

The owner of this invitation who was instructed by Sun Lianda to be the first to send over, surnamed Qin, called Qin Haichuan, is the director of the National Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee, and Sun Lianda has known each other for more than 50 years.

"Old Qin, my surname is Fang, my name is Fang Yi......" After dialing the phone, Fang Yi reported his name.

"Fang Yi, Lao Sun's disciple, right?"

Without waiting for Fang Yi to report the name of the teacher, a hearty laugh rang on the other end of the phone, "You have arrived in the capital, right? If you have time in the morning, come to the Palace Museum, I am presiding over a cultural relics restoration project, and I have been eating and living here for the past few days, you can just come to me directly......"

"Let's go, go to the Forbidden City......" Putting down the phone, Fang Yi snapped his fingers at the fat man, he originally planned to visit the Forbidden City when he came to the capital this time, but he didn't expect to achieve this wish on the first day.

"Fang Yi, the Forbidden City is big, where are you going to find this Qin Lao?" The fat man poured cold water on Fang Yi, he heard it when Fang Yi was on the phone just now, and that Qin Lao spoke in a very loud tone, as if everyone knew him when he arrived in the Forbidden City.

"Let's go, let's talk about it, it's a big deal...... it's a big deal," Fang Yi said disapprerovingly, and hurried the fat man who hadn't washed his face and brushed his teeth to wash up, and the two of them went out of the guest house and rushed to the Forbidden City.

"Fang Yi, should we buy tickets?"

When he came to the ** square, that is, at more than eight o'clock in the morning, the fat man pulled Fang Yi, who was chattering in his mouth, across the Jinshui Bridge and entered the Taihe Gate, but if he wanted to go further, he had to buy tickets.

"Let me ask first......" Fang Yi looked up and looked around, then raised his feet and walked towards the visitor center next to the ticket center.

"Are you looking for Qin Haichuan, Qin Lao?"

A middle-aged man in his forties wearing glasses looked at Fang Yi suspiciously, Fang Yi wanted to say that he was looking for the director of the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee, this man may not know, but when Qin Haichuan's name is mentioned, few people in the museum don't know, because Qin Haichuan himself is the former director of the museum who enjoys the treatment of the national minister.

"Yes, I made an appointment with Old Qin...... Fang Yi nodded, and said very calmly, he only knew that this Old Qin was an old friend of the teacher, and as for other identities, Fang Yi really didn't know much.

"Hey, wait, I'll make a call...... The middle-aged man didn't dare to slack off, but he didn't have Qin Lao's contact information, so he could only report to the past.

A few minutes later, a phone call came back, and the middle-aged man who received the call suddenly changed his attitude, invited Fang Yi and the fat man to an office, and made two cups of tea-

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