"The environment here is really good, no wonder Rong Xinghua can't live in the villa in the city, and wants to live here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Chen Feng said, looking at a red-painted door in front of him.

This is Rong Xinghua's residence in Nanshan, the pair of closed red lacquer doors hang a gilded plaque, on the book "Baoxing Painting Garden" a few big characters, the font and "Baoxing Pavilion" on the plaque is very similar, it seems to be the same person's handwriting.

The red lacquer gate of "Baoxing Painting Garden" is flanked by a wall of red bricks and tiles of more than ten meters long, and the scale of this courtyard can be seen from the length of the wall extension.

Ning Zhiyuan stepped forward and pressed an electric bell button next to the door, and after a while, a slightly old voice came from inside: "Who?" With the voice, the door was opened through a crack, and an old man wearing a white collarless T-shirt and black pants appeared in the crack of the door.

"Uncle, we are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. This is Mr. Yung Xinghua's painting garden, right? Ning Zhiyuan said as he held up his documents in front of the old man's eyes.

The old man took out a reading glasses from his trouser pocket and put them on, carefully looked at the words and photos on the certificate, and then opened the door: "Comrade policeman, our husband has gone far away, do you have anything to do?" ”

Ning Zhiyuan put away his documents, smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Rong is not only a collector in D City, but also quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting. A teacher told me that she had come to Mr. Yung's art garden and was full of praise for it. Today, the two of us happened to be passing by here on our mission, and we wanted to visit this garden. ”

"Oh?" The old man looked at Ning Zhiyuan and Chen Feng suspiciously, "I don't know who the teacher the police comrade is talking about?" Chen Feng looked at Ning Zhiyuan and thought to himself that this lie was made up, if he couldn't say it, it would be really embarrassing.

Who would have thought that Ning Zhiyuan smiled without changing his face and said: "It's Le Xiulan's teacher at the art museum, and I once learned to paint with her." It's just that I'm busy with work now, and I don't have many opportunities to see her. However, I will definitely find time to visit Mr. Le during the holidays. During today's Spring Festival, Mr. Le also said that if you have the opportunity, you must go to Mr. Rong's 'Baoxing Painting Garden' to have a look. By the way, uncle, your surname is Hua, right? ”

"Teacher Le told you, right?" Old man Hua heard Ning Zhiyuan mention Le Xiulan, completely relaxed his vigilance, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen her for a long time, and I don't know how she is doing now?" ”

"Well, that's good." Ning Zhiyuan quickly diverted the topic, "Uncle Hua, can you take us in and have a look now?" "Okay, okay, please two of you." Old man Hua made a gesture of invitation and let Ning Zhiyuan and Chen Feng into the courtyard. Chen Feng, who was following behind Old Man Hua, quietly gave Ning Zhiyuan a thumbs up, Ning Zhiyuan hooked the corners of his mouth and began to look at the courtyard in front of him.

The internal structure of the courtyard is similar to that of an old-fashioned two-entry courtyard house, and the old man Hua explains the purpose of each house while leading the way. There is also a garden behind the last row of houses with jujube trees, persimmon trees and other trees. There is also a grape trellis against the courtyard wall, under which outdoor tables and chairs are placed.

In the center of the garden is a small rockery fountain, while on the other side is a large flower garden with a variety of flowers. It's mid-June, and many of the flowers in the garden are ready to bud, and some of the seasonal flowers are already in full bloom.

"You two, let's sit down in the hall and drink some water." Old man Hua said after leading Ning Zhiyuan and Chen Feng to see the entire courtyard. Ning Zhiyuan nodded: "There is Uncle Lao Hua, when you keep saying this, I really feel a little thirsty." ”

The three of them walked in the direction of the hall in front of them, and after taking a few steps, Ning Zhiyuan quietly glanced at Chen Feng, Chen Feng suddenly covered his stomach and said, "Uncle Hua, where is the bathroom here?" "Go in here and turn left first, you go there, near." Old man Hua pointed to a door next to him and said.

"Thank you, Uncle Hua." Chen Feng walked quickly to the door, muttering as he walked, "I guess the buns I ate in the morning are not clean." Ning Zhiyuan smiled at the old man with apologies: "I'm really sorry to cause you trouble." Old man Hua waved his hand: "It's nothing." You young people, it's good to get up early and cook something at home, you have to eat outside, it will hurt your stomach! ”

Ning Zhiyuan followed Old Man Hua to the front hall, which was quite large, at least more than forty square meters. As soon as I walked in, there was a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the Taishi facing me, and the couplets on both sides read: "The years in the world are rare; The world knows the old people more deeply". In the middle of the case is an old-fashioned Western clock, and on both sides are several blue and white porcelain vases.

In front of the head desk is a square table, with a pair of Taishi chairs on the left and right sides. Four pairs of mahogany chairs in the center of the hall are lined with tea points, while the walls behind it are hung with calligraphy and paintings of various celebrities. The whole hall shows an elegant, solemn and orderly bearing.

Ning Zhiyuan stopped in front of the Taishi Wall, and found that the seal of the landscape painting behind the glass was: The Great Idiot, the Huang Family's Zijiu, and the Yifeng Daoren. Although he doesn't have too much research on calligraphy and painting, he has recently consulted some information because of Rong Xinghua's disappearance. From it, I learned that Huang Gongwang had a long name, called Yifeng, and was nicknamed a big idiot after converting to the "Quanzhen Sect". Could it be that this landscape painting is Rong Xinghua's most famous collection?

Just as Ning Zhiyuan was pondering, Old Man Hua took a set of teapots and teacups and put them on the coffee table on the side: "Come, young man, take a sip of tea to quench your thirst." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Hua." Ning Zhiyuan turned around and sat on the chair on the side, pointed to the painting on the wall of Taishi and asked, "Uncle Hua, is this the landscape painting of Huang Gongwang?" ”

"yes, the young man has a lot of eyesight. This is Mr. Yung's most beloved collection. Old man Hua said a little proudly. Ning Zhiyuan twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Such a valuable painting is hanging in the hall like this, aren't you afraid of danger?" ”

"It's okay." Old man Hua waved his hand, "You see that the frame of this painting is pure steel, and the glass in front is also a special bulletproof glass. There is a hidden lock underneath the frame, which can only be opened with Mr. Yung's key. If you forcibly destroy the frame and glass, you will destroy the painting at the same time. Besides, glass is bulletproof, how can there be tools to destroy it. ”

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, he really admired Rong Xinghua in his heart, he was able to come up with such a method, which could not only ensure the safety of the painting, but also allow his beloved collection to show its charm.

After taking a sip of tea, Ning Zhiyuan chatted with Old Man Hua: "Uncle Hua, how long have you been working in this painting garden?" ”