The head of the heaven-level private room looks very good, but in fact, it is not very luxurious, which makes everyone who enters it a little disappointed.

It's just that only Shangguan Xue and Han Yan, a few employees with extremely deep knowledge of Chinese culture will find that this private room is extremely extraordinary.

"Most of these paintings and calligraphy are the authentic works of major calligraphers and painters in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China."

"The lowest price starts from 100,000 yuan, and the middle picture of eight horses is worth 8 million, which is one of the three heroes of Jinling in the autumn of the eighth year of the Republic of China, and Xu Beihong is known as one of the three heroes of Jinling, and Mr. Shuyi painted it himself."

seemed to understand what everyone was thinking, and the tall waitress beauty wearing a cheongsam on the side explained with a smile.

Airplanes!

As soon as these words came out, everyone was amazed, and then they understood that the biggest difference between the heaven-level private room and the ordinary private room was the word "elegant".

"Don't talk about eating, just appreciating these paintings and calligraphy is enough to make people pleasing to the eye, comparable to spiritual food."

Han Yan looked emotional, took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Bajuntu, and sent it to the "Bo" guest in a conspicuous manner.

"Dad, bring me one, I'm your 'Bo' guest fan artifact."

The little girl Han Ye jumped up and down to look excited.

"Today is Ji Lin's first day to join our archaeology department, come, everyone toast him."

"Cheers."

The staff team of the archaeological department is very young, everyone has a good personality, and in the scolding of Lin Lulu and Lu Yufeng, the atmosphere at the scene is hot.

Even Shangguan Xue, a great beauty who has always been like an iceberg, made an exception to drink a drink.

"Mr. Ji, there will be a high-level calligraphy party in the VIP room No. 8 on the second floor at eight o'clock, and Miss Dong hopes that you and your friends will attend."

"In addition, just now Master Nanshan also asked me to invite you to participate in the calligraphy party, this is an admission ticket, please accept it."

A handsome waiter in a tuxedo walked over with a respectful expression.

"Okay, thank you Miss Dong and Master Nanshan for me."

Ji Lin nodded, took the admission ticket, and distributed it to everyone.

Immortal for 5,000 years, Ji Lin has made countless calligraphy friends like carp crossing the river.

He once followed Wang Xizhi's Lanting Qushui and Yan Zhenqing's pen and ink discussions, and others felt that the calligraphy gathering was of a very high level, and Ji Lin really couldn't be interested.

However, Ji Lin is also an elegant person, and it is rare for colleagues to be interested, so it doesn't hurt to accompany them on a trip.

"Great, thank you so much."

Everyone was happy when they received the admission ticket, and even the iceberg beauty Shangguan Xue looked at Ji Lin with a little softer.

Qingzhu Hotel represents the upper social circle of Shudi, and some small private parties will be held here from time to time.

Although it is a "private" opportunity, it is very envied by the average person because the participants are elite celebrities and have high specifications.

Among them, of course, it also includes people from the archaeological department.

Except for Guo Deyi, everyone is just a well-off family, and occasionally scraping together some money to come to the public area on the fourth floor of the Qingzhu Hotel to enjoy it is already the limit.

But who would have thought that as soon as Ji Lin, a new colleague, came, he would take everyone to a celebrity party.

This...... It's so exciting.

In an instant, those wall grasses that were still swaying from side to side between Guo Deyi and Ji Lin, they secretly made up their minds in their hearts that they must stand behind Ji Lin unswervingly in the future.

"It's almost time, let's go to the second floor."

I really can't stand these overly enthusiastic colleagues, and after looking up at the wall clock hanging on the wall, Ji Lin said lightly.

"It's fine."

"That's your blessing."

"Let's go, everybody."

Surrounded by all the women, Ji Lin and his party took the stairs to the second floor.

"Ji Lin." With a sneer, Guo Deyi and Master Nanshan walked over in shame.

"Guo Deyi, what do you want to do?"

Han Yanchang relied on his height of 1.75 meters, looking down on Guo proudly like a god.

"You guys, it's really unreasonable."

"Originally, I wanted to take two more people to participate in the calligraphy and painting exhibition, since you have this attitude, then I will only take Ji Lin and Shangguan Xue in."

After Guo said this, he proudly lit a white "colored" "female" cigarette, and found out the luxury lighter imported from the United States, which was worth 10,000 yuan, and lit it, looking very arrogant.

All the people present are cultural people, Guo Deyi knows that there is a high-level gathering attended by Nanshan masters, such calligraphy everyone, and their "temptation" and "confusion" will not be inferior to giving a bottle of water to pedestrians in the desert.

It's a pity that Guo proudly looked up at the sky at forty or fifty degrees elegantly, and his neck was almost sore, but he didn't find anyone begging him.

"Xiao Er, what kind of people are these, a group of turtles."

In the end, it was Master Nanshan who poked Guo Deyi with his hand, which made Guo Deyi wake up from his fantasy.

Looking up, Guo Deyi found that everyone was hugging Ji Lin and leaving.

"Shangguan Xue, don't you want to participate in the calligraphy and painting exhibition?"

Seeing that the iceberg beauty who walked at the end was about to disappear at the corner of the stairs, Guo was proud and angry.

"I'm really sorry, Ji Lin is also qualified to participate in the exhibition, and he is still not limited by the number and can bring his friends in."

Shangguan Xue shrugged her shoulders and said lightly, which almost made Guo vomit blood proudly.

"I almost forgot, Ji Lin's stinky boy is a heaven-level VIP, his 'milk' bear!"

Guo slammed his fist against the wall, his eyes full of anger.

"I said, Xiaoer, what are you anxious about?"

"The more people there are, the more faceless Ji Lin will be for a while, you see how the old man teaches him a lesson at the calligraphy and painting exhibition."

Master Nanshan's face was not good-looking, and he gritted his teeth and said the words, which made Guo proudly ecstatic.

In the Qingzhu Hotel, the second floor is not open to the public, and each room belongs to a distinguished guest.

Unless the guest checks out or passes away, the room will remain for him.

For example, Cao Shuai, the eldest young master of the Cao family in Sijiu City, has a low-key and luxurious VIP room on the second floor.

But even the No. 1 VIP room of Li Chunfeng, the number one leader in Shu and the county guard of Jinjiang County, is not comparable to the owner of the No. 8 VIP room.

This is so because the owner of VIP Room 8 is ...... Dong Xun'er.

In fact, strictly speaking, the owner of the No. 8 VIP room is the founder of Qingzhu Group, the strange woman like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River during the Republic of China...... Supervise! Green! Bamboo!

The word "green bamboo" in the Qingzhu Hotel is taken from the Tang Dynasty Gao Biao's seven-word quatrain "To the Snow", "When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into Qiongzhi; Now it's good to look at the tall buildings and cover all the evil roads in the world".

This sentence happens to be a true portrayal of the legendary woman Dong Qingzhu.

"A flower and a leaf, lonely and clean. The dim waves are not clean, and the achievement of wisdom is achieved! ”

Ji Lin had just stepped into the No. 8 VIP room, looked up at the vigorous and powerful calligraphy on the wall, and was stunned.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji?" A "coquettish" and "charming" natural sound pulled Ji Lin back from his contemplation.

Following the prestige, a "demon" and "rao" wearing a red "flag" robe came.

This woman is the current owner of the No. 8 VIP room, the chief shopkeeper of the Shudi Qingzhu Hotel...... Dong Xun'er.

"Miss Dong actually greeted a newcomer?"

"Who is this kid, most of the celebrities and old men in Shu have an impression, but they have never seen this person."

"These seem to be employees of Yulei Group, why are so many people coming to this calligraphy and painting exhibition?"

The elite celebrities who were appreciating calligraphy and painting instantly focused on Ji Lin.

Shu is a vast land, but the elite circle is so big.

The calligraphy circle is even smaller, and most of the people in the circle are acquaintances, and they are not strangers to each other.

However, today a newcomer suddenly came, and this newcomer also attracted the eldest lady of the Dong family, who is this kid?

"I'm sorry, I remembered the old friend for a while, and I made Miss Dong smile." Ji Lin shrugged, a little embarrassed.

"The deceased?"

Hearing that Miss Dong was stunned, this pair of calligraphy was written during the Republic of China.

At that time, Ji Lin seemed to be still ...... Not born, right?

"Ji Lin, aren't you the first person to claim to be the first person in the country to learn Shu?"

"Then you should tell me, what is the point of this pair?"

With a sneer, Guo Deyi and Master Nanshan walked in.

"Xiao Er, I said don't embarrass him."

"Today's young people only know how to pursue the fashion of the stick country, where do they know what Chinese culture?"

Master Nanshan waved his hand, seemingly relieving Ji Lin, but in fact, he was heartbroken.

"The first person in Shudi?"

Guo's smug words were like a fire fold igniting cooked oil, which made the celebrities in the audience in an uproar.

In an instant, Ji Lin found many fierce gazes, shooting at him like blades.

"The literati are light, and the same is true of ancient and modern times."

Ji Lin touched his nose a little speechlessly, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Under the cultural erosion from developed countries such as the United States, the Stick Country and the Island Country, Chinese culture has declined to the extreme.

"Ji Lin, why are you dumb? In fact, you don't know, it's not surprising that this pair of calligraphy came from, after all, you're still young. ”

Caressing a must, Master Nanshan laughed loudly, laughing very proudly.

The book business is angry, and the canopy is in ashes when talking and laughing!

Your junior dares to be embarrassed in front of the old man? Now the old man has to make you ugly!

"This is the work written by Mr. Xishuang in 1916, and it is also the pinnacle of the first of the three stages of Mr. Xishuang's life."

Just as Master Nanshan was about to continue to attack Ji Lin, in the face of a burning gaze, Ji Lin said something that made Master Nanshan stunned.

"This ...... This is impossible, the old man also accidentally read the classics in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Dinghui Temple in Jiangnan, and only then did he know the origin of this pair of calligraphy. ”

"In addition to the old man and the senior monks of Dinghui Temple, only the Dong family knows about this matter, you ...... How did you find out? ”

Master Nanshan's eyes widened, and his gaze towards Ji Lin was full of incredulity.

"I said that Mr. Xishuang was on the shore of West Lake, and when he wrote this calligraphy, I was by his side, do you believe it?"

Ji Lin smiled faintly and said the "truth" and "appearance" of history, a piece of historical dust buried by the wind and snow in the south of the Yangtze River.

……

In the autumn of 1915, Ji Lin and the little girl Dong Qingzhu said goodbye to Mr. Xu with a large group of friends such as Miss Ye.

That day, the snow was heavy and the maple leaves were like fire, and Mr. Xishuang stared blankly in the direction of his friend's departure for two hours in the snow.

Then Miss Ye Zi played the piano, and Mr. Xishuang wrote hard and wrote a "farewell" that was enough to move the eternity.

"Outside the long pavilion, next to the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain!"

On that day, when Mr. Xishuang put down his pen, the heavens and the earth shook, and Mr. Xishuang also realized that Buddhism "all the world's laws are like dream bubbles, like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity." The heart of dust was born.

In the second year, Mr. Xishuang got a glimpse of the fasting and health practice method in the magazine of the island country, and if he got the treasure, he entered the Jiangnan Dinghui Temple.

17 days before Mr. Xishuang entered the mountain to try fasting, he wrote "One flower and one leaf, lonely fragrance and clean." The dim waves are not clean, and the achievement of wisdom is achieved. The wise saying.

As a close friend of Mr. Xishuang, Ji Lin not only witnessed the birth of this poem, but also accompanied Mr. Xishuang to fast for 17 days.

This is the "truth" and "appearance" of history!

A period of "truth" and "phase" that is destined to be submerged in the dust of history.

"Presumptuous, when Mr. Xishuang wrote this poem, even the old man was not born yet, Ji Lin, this kid is too arrogant!"

Ji Lin's "truth" was naturally not believed by everyone, and Master Nanshan was also furious, only feeling that Ji Lin was playing with himself as a monkey.

"Master Nanshan, you are a famous calligrapher who moves the world, why waste your tongue with such ignorant and arrogant people?"

"Let's go, let's go enjoy the calligraphy and painting."

Seeing that Ji Lin had successfully provoked Master Nanshan's dissatisfaction, Guo Deyi suddenly felt happy and stepped forward to continue mending the knife.

"Humph!"

Master Nanshan flicked his sleeves and walked forward in the company of Guo Deyi.

VIP Room 8 is very large and was designed to the standard of a small auditorium for 300 people at the beginning of its construction.

Therefore, even if the number of exhibitors exceeded the original expectations, it did not appear congested.

The verbal dispute between Ji Lin and Master Nanshan is just a small episode of the calligraphy party.

Driven by Dong Xun'er's charming and delicate courtesan, the atmosphere at the scene quickly became lively.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the pair of calligraphy I took out below is the treasure of my grandmother, this calligraphy has never been seen, I hope everyone will comment on it."

When Dong Xun'er said this sentence with a smile, the atmosphere of the audience instantly became hot, and everyone understood that today's highlight was about to be played.

Facing the scorching gaze of the elites and celebrities in Shudi, Dong Xun'er looked serious and carefully took out a layer of brown paper from the sandalwood box.

"What about the good calligraphy and painting? Isn't this kraft paper? Guo Deyi was a little puzzled.

Guo Deyi's voice was not loud, but because there was silence around him, everyone heard his voice.

In an instant, Guo proudly found many celebrities, and looked at him with a little disdain.

Guo Deyi was a little dazed, and secretly said that he had said the wrong thing?

"Guo Deyi, you don't know, the more precious the calligraphy, the more suitable it is to hang on the wall for a long time, and it is safer to wrap it in kraft paper and put it in a closed box."

Dong Xun'er said as she unfolded the kraft paper, and a calligraphy that had been dusty for many years finally showed her true face to the world.

"I live in Beihaijun Nanhai, and I can't send geese to pass on the book; A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. ”

Guo proudly leaned over to take a look and read out the ancient poems in the copybook.

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