"Oh? Can you tell me about it? Maybe I can help you, because my grandfather has a lot of research on this. Han Shushu smiled, she had a good impression of the young man in front of her, she had never been in contact with many young people, even if there were only a few, most of them regarded her as a god because of various factors, and she never deliberately made a friendly move towards those who held her on the altar, twenty years as one. Therefore, in the face of Zhao Huchen, who is more relaxed, he has never deliberately taken out the kindness that will not be easily revealed to anyone who deliberately takes Korean calligraphy and painting for granted.

Zhao Huchen did not shy away from it, the two walked to the reading room, picked up a place by the window and sat down, and he took off the red thread around his neck, on which was hanging the jade that his grandfather stuffed into Zhao Huchen's hands before he died.

Han Shushu saw the ancient jade glowing with blue light at a glance, and his unfazed expression revealed surprise.

"Do you know where it came from?" Zhao Huchen saw Han Shushu's expression surprised and serious, thinking that there was a play, he leaned over and asked, during this time he consulted countless information books but never got a detailed answer, he followed the timeline one by one to exclude the jade produced in the Qing, Ming, Yuan, Song, Tang and other dynasties, but the final gaze fell on the Shang and Zhou dynasties in the near ancient times, but this does not mean that he can find the clues of this piece of jade, so now there is a little clue that can also make him excited, when it comes to the end, Zhao Huchen still wants to find his roots.

"I don't know, but I guess it's a product of antiquity, a kind of Gui. The most important use of jade at that time was to use it to sacrifice, Bihuang, Bihuang, refers to two colors, Bi is green, on behalf of the sky, yellow is loess, on behalf of the earth, sacrificing heaven and earth is the highest sacrificial rite at that time, and the dragon-shaped Xuan Ao carving on this Qinggui is a totem, which should represent the royal family, and this jade may have a great background. After the initial shock, Han Shuhua, whose surname is gentle, regained his composure, and returned the jade with Zhao Huchen's body temperature in his hand to Zhao Huchen, but there was still a touch of warmth in his palm.

Zhao Huchen nodded, and hung the jade back to his chest, although he didn't get a definite answer, it was much better than nothing.

"Is it important to you?" Han Shushu hesitated for a while and asked a question that seemed to her to involve **.

"Yes." Zhao Huchen said.

"Then I'll help you ask." Han Shushu took out a delicate mobile phone from his bag, signaled to Zhao Huchen, and walked out of the quiet reading room.

After Han Shushu left, Zhao Huchen sat alone under the window and opened the book in his hand at will, Han Shushu's uncertain look made Zhao Huchen prepare for the worst, but he was not much disappointed, because he never had much hope.

Soon, Han calligraphy and painting came back, and some wanted to say something.

"Say, I can afford to fight, although it is important to me, after all, it is not the top priority at the moment, I can afford to wait." Zhao Huchen closed the book, his tone had a warm and soothing tone that seemed to have been soaked, and his face had the smell of a scroll that was diametrically opposed to when he played chess and fought.

I have seen Zhao Huchen's ruthlessness when he fights on the train, and I have also seen Zhao Huchen's elegance when he sits in the tea house holding a cup of red robe, but now Zhao Huchen's rich bookish atmosphere makes Han calligraphy and painting, who was born in a scholarly family, the most comfortable.

"My grandmother said that grandpa went out and might not come back until noon." Han Shushu said softly apologetically.

"It's okay, there's no hurry." Zhao Huchen smiled.

At this time, holding the basic borrowed English books, Yang Caiwei stood at the door of the reading room with anticipation, and showed a bright smile when she saw Zhao Huchen, and then saw the Han calligraphy and painting sitting opposite Zhao Huchen, and her face showed a joy that she had never had in front of Jiang Sisi.

"Calligraphy and painting, why are you here?" Yang Caiwei lowered her voice and naturally sat next to Zhao Huchen, grinning.

"Come and help my grandfather borrow a few books, and I'm here, why, I heard last time that you have to rely on IELTS, and you've been working hard all this time?" Han Shushu naturally glanced at Yang Caiwei's basic English classics on the desk, and chuckled.

Yang Caiwei is one of her few friends with the same surname, which can be classified as a close friend in the boudoir, otherwise she would not have introduced Zhao Huchen to Yang Caiwei at the beginning, just because in the eyes of Han calligraphy and painting, Yang Caiwei is enough for this friendship.

"yes, but it helps a lot to hear this guy say that reading more original classics in English." Yang Caiwei's big pure eyes narrowed into a lovely crescent moon, she took a pair of extremely professional books similar to "War and Peace" and "History of Western Philosophy", although it will be very difficult, but it is not very difficult for Yang Caiwei to read through these books, I don't know what kind of thoughts, Yang Caiwei does not want to leave an impression in Zhao Huchen's heart that she does not learn and has no skills, so she made up her mind from the beginning to pass IELTS even if it is difficult.

Han Shushu looked along Yang Caiwei's fingers, but saw that Zhao Huchen was looking through the book in his hand on the ground.

"Let's go to my house for dinner at noon today, it just so happens that my grandfather should be there, haven't you been talking about asking my grandfather to help you write a motto." Han Shushu smiled at Yang Caiwei, her tone was not reserved and not too enthusiastic, her surname itself was like this, although she was gentle as water to everyone, it was difficult to show too much enthusiasm for anyone and anything, a lively surname like Yang Caiwei was more difficult for her than ascending to the sky, and it was precisely the completely different but complementary surnames of the two girls that made them particularly compatible, so Yang Caiwei was also the only person in their circle who could touch the circle where Han Shushu was.

The reason why Yang Caiwei was invited was not without factors including Zhao Huchen, Han Shushu understood that if Yang Caiwei didn't go, I was afraid that Zhao Huchen would not agree so simply, because he wanted to help Zhao Huchen figure out the origin of the jade, so Han Shushu wanted to do his best to let Zhao Huchen go back with her.

"Okay!" Yang Caiwei agreed without thinking about it, her mind was very simple, because Han Shuhua was her friend, and that's it.

Zhao Huchen closed the book, hesitated for a while, and gently spit out two words to Han Shushu, who was smiling quietly: "Thank you." ”

Xie has never said such a word in Zhaojia Village for 20 years, Zhao Huchen has been instilled with a truth by his grandfather since he was a child, and he will never say this word as a last resort. Therefore, no one understands how precious these two words are for Zhao Huchen, and no matter how smart Han calligraphy and painting is, he will not know.

Han Shushu's family lives on the outskirts of Mingzhu, and she drove an inconspicuous-looking Beetle car, plus Yang Caiwei's Renault, a total of two cars, squeezed for nearly an hour and a half on the smooth but congested roads of Mingzhu City before stopping in an ordinary neighborhood that looked inconspicuous.

On the way, Yang Caiwei told Zhao Huchen that Han calligraphers and painters belong to the kind of masters who are not particularly rich but absolutely do not worry about eating and drinking, and even if they drive a Beetle that is only about 100,000 yuan, the traffic police in Mingzhu City would rather stop the car of the director of the traffic bureau than dare to stop her, as for why, Yang Caiwei does not say that Zhao Huchen also knows a rough idea.

It is no wonder that Yang Caiwei's eyes are so strange when she occasionally mentions Korean calligraphy and painting in her circle, and it is also that in China, where the idea of official status has been infiltrated for thousands of years, officials always represent the most powerful class. No matter how rich a rich person is, he will bend down and walk when he sees an official.

This is also the reason why Pearl, an Asian financial city, has been leading the way for decades, but it has never been able to replace the status of Beijing.

Han Calligraphy and Painting lives on the fourth floor, follow Han Calligraphy and Painting upstairs, some years of clean and tidy in the corridor, into the door of Han Calligraphy and Painting, her home is not big, and the decoration is not as poor and extravagant as Yang Caiwei's home, simple, and even some simple decoration is very comfortable, not stunning but extremely attractive.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a white-haired old woman walked out, although it was full of wrinkles but her skin was very shiny, and it did not give people the feeling of weakness and old age that the old man should have.

"Grandma." Han Shushu called out affectionately, stepped forward and grabbed the old man's hand, turned around and said, "Grandma, this is my friend, his name is Zhao Huchen, her name is Yang Caiwei, Caiwei I brought her here before, do you remember." ”

Before the smiling old man could speak, Yang Caiwei, who was very familiar, leaned up and grabbed the old man's other hand, and said with a smile: "Grandma, don't say forget me, last time you said you wanted to recognize me as your granddaughter!" The old man laughed heartily, patted Yang Caiwei's hand and said, "I haven't forgotten, how can grandma be willing to forget the precious girl of the Yang family." ”

"Hello, my name is Zhao Huchen." Zhao Huchen showed the politeness and reserve that a junior should have, with a gentle smile, not ostentatious, and not aggressive.

"Okay, okay, it's a friend of calligraphy and painting, you're welcome, come, come in and sit." The old man motioned for a few people to sit down, and she was just about to get up to make a cup of tea, but was pressed on the sofa by Han Shushu, and then Han Shushu turned around to make tea.

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