Look at the watch on my wrist, it's almost time for dinner, it's obviously a little inappropriate to go to the door at this time, I bought a pack of biscuits at the roadside store to fill my stomach, and then called my waist and Sun Xiaoxiaolei to inform them, saying that I won't go back to eat at night, and may go back to the hotel later, and finally, calculating that Fei Xiaohong's family has almost eaten dinner, I just stepped on the accelerator and drove over according to the address left by Sister Hong. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Stopping the car near the south exit, I dialed Sister Hong's mother's mobile phone, "Hey, hello Auntie." I'm Gu Jing. ”

It was a voice with a strong accent. "Are you the Beijing friend that Xiaohong said?" I said, "Yes, Sister Hong should have told you, right?" I'm really bothered, I want to trouble you with something, well, I'm at your door now, and I don't know which yard it is, and I haven't found the number plate. "Fei Xiaohong told me the slogan of Nankou, but there are no house numbers in the seven or eight small courtyards here.

"Oh, you wait

After a while, a tin-clad door diagonally opposite me creaked open, and out came a middle-aged woman, who looked a little old from the skin. The face is full of small wrinkles, and her hair is sparse, but vaguely, some traces of Fei Xiaohong can be seen on her face, especially the pair of thief's slippery eyes, which are carved out of the same mold as Sister Hong. The woman looked left and right, her eyes fell on me, and she said something into her phone.

I immediately identified this person and hurried over: "Auntie." ”

Sister Hong's mother looked me up and down. Hmm, lukewarmly, "Let's enter the hospital." ”

"No, wait a minute." I trotted to the back of the BMW, opened the trunk, and took out a few pockets of special products brought by Beijing, such as Quanjude roast duck, sauced beef, snacks, etc., of course, all of them are vacuum-packed, and the taste is average. Walking back to Sister Hong's mother, I smiled embarrassedly: "I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring anything, you forgive me." ”

Sister Hong's mother smiled: "Come on." What's polite, well, the car is yours? ”

Looking back at the BMW, I nodded.

Sister Hong's mother's attitude was obviously much more polite. smiled: "Come into the house concubine, don't go outside." Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and someone from another small courtyard behind me came out, seeing this. Sister Hong's mother quickly put the mobile phone in her hand into her pocket with lightning speed. greeted with a smile: "Second cousin-in-law, go grocery shopping?" ”

The woman paused: "Huh, this is?" ”

Sister Hong's mother pointed at me: Xiaohong's friend, come to see me at home. ”

The woman looked at me in surprise: "Yo, how long have I not seen that child, how is Xiaohong and Beijing?" ”

I want to say that Sister Hong is very good, and she even bought a house, but Sister Hong's mother dragged me and preemptively said: Xiaohong is still like that, working as a nanny for others, and she can't earn much in a month. Money. "Khan, I said why did she put away her phone so quickly just now, it turned out that she didn't want people to know that Fei Xiaohong had made a fortune, uh, no wonder Sister Hong was so picky, it turned out to be genetic.

The short contact gave me a general understanding of Sister Hong's mother.

When I entered the house, there was no one at home, Sister Hong's mother poured me a cup of hot boiled water and asked me to sit on the kang, how was Xiaohong doing? Heard she bought a house? Is there a target? ”

I shook my head and said, "The house seems to have been bought, and it is being renovated.

This visit was a bit abrupt, at first, I couldn't get straight to the point, I could only talk to her about Fei Xiaohong without a word, and Sister Hong's mother was obviously not in a hurry to ask me about my intentions. Instead, he looked at me and asked me questions that made me sweat, such as how old I was. What do the parents do at home, do they have a house. Talking about the object or not, etc., that tone, as if he was interrogating his son-in-law.

I hurriedly said that I was married.

Sister Hong's mother was stunned, and she sighed in disappointment and didn't say anything more.

I felt that it was almost over, so I said, "Auntie, I came here this time to inquire with you, that guqin?" ”

Sister Hong's mother said: "Qin belongs to Lao Tie's family. We live in the east entrance of the town, and we usually come and go. It's all very familiar, well, I listen to Xiaohong, do you like that piano? What is the use of a broken piano? But it's okay, you want to play, I'll take you to ask later, but I heard that this piano is handed down by their ancestors, and I don't guarantee that it will be sold. ”

I said, "Can you describe the piano for me a little bit more?" ”

Sister Hong's mother blinked her eyes and gestured with her hand: "It's probably so big, I forgot if it's black or squeezed, there are a few wires on it, I can't remember how many, anyway, Lao Tie's stupid daughter-in-law has played it many times, and the sound is very good, but let's do it." I think the piano is quite new, not like something that is old, it is estimated that Lao Tiexian bought it from the county seat for nothing, and then bragged that it was an ancestral thing, so you can read carefully, don't be fooled. ”

Quite new?

Does the piano sound good?

How new are these two pieces of news that made me stunned for a moment? ”

Sister Hong's mother thought for a while, "It's like those new baba wooden pianos on TV, it feels like I haven't wiped it for years." ”

I was stunned and said, "So new? Can't you? Does it have a cracked belly? ”

"Cracked? No, I remember that there were no scratches, but the wood was a little black, and wiping it should be no different from a new piano. ”

I sighed: "Then is there anyone else in your house who has a similar guqin?" ”

Sister Hong's mother shook her head

My joyful mood suddenly fell to the bottom. Dizzy, the guqin described in her mouth is completely different from what I saw in the pictures of my previous life. The suspected Tang Dynasty guqin I said has long been broken, the strings are broken, and the belly is cracked, obviously it will not be related to the word "new", not to mention, from the Tang Dynasty to modern times, it has spanned thousands of years of history, even if the wood can be well preserved, even if the process modeling has not been destroyed at all, but if you want to make the sound quality reproduce the ethereal thousands of years ago, it is simply an impossible thing!

Like the existing several Tang Dynasty guqins in China, the craftsmanship and modeling are very gorgeous, but the sound quality is terrible, it is not an exaggeration to say, even the rough lyre processed by the modern small workshop is purer than the so-called thousand-year-old guqin. But now, Sister Hong's mother said that the guqin has a very good timbre, if it is really a Tang Dynasty guqin, is this possible?

I basically don't have any hope, I know that the guqin of Lao Tie's family is probably not the same as the one I saw, but after pondering for a while, I don't want to listen to Sister Hong's mother's words, and after drinking the water in the cup, I proposed to go to Lao Tie's house to have a look. Sister Hong's mother nodded and said okay, hesitated, but suggested that I drive over. I thought the road was a bit far, but after driving for more than three minutes, we went from the south entrance of the town to the east exit of the town, and I realized that Sister Hong's mother wanted to take a car to have a good time. If there is a daughter, there must be a mother!

The car stopped in front of a row of bare trees at the east exit, and Sister Hong's mother got off the car with high spirits and greeted everyone she met.

Xiao Cui, what are you busy with? Xiao Li, are the old people in the family okay? Sister Wang, do you wash your clothes again? ”

Everyone looked at her in amazement as she got out of the high-end car, surprised.

Sister Hong's mother seems to be very useful. Laughing and leading me forward, knock knock on a red-painted wooden door. The one who opened the door to us was a little man about ** years old, his pants and knees were dirty, and behind the naughty child, a middle-aged man came out, with dark skin and strong muscles. At first glance, he is the master who often works in the fields.

"Coming? Wait for? Who's this? ”

My daughter's friend, Gu Jing, "Well, this is Lao Tie, your name is Uncle Tie." ”

"Ah, Shanhong is talking about someone?"

Sister Hong's mother was silent, as if she was just to misunderstand him, I smiled bitterly in my heart, but it was not good to dismantle her stage.

Lao Tie's daughter-in-law went out to visit the door, and when she was not at home, we went into a house in the north together. Sit down on a broken sofa that has been patched up. A few simple and polite words. Lao Tie's son can really toss the child, jumping up and down in the yard, kicking a cracked table tennis ball, and having a good time.

Sister Hong's mother looked outside: "Your kid is really noisy." ”

"It's all used to it." Lao Tiedao: "By the way, you are here"

"Oh, Xiaohong's friend heard that you have a Zhang Qin at home, and I want to come and see it."

Lao Tie was stunned: "Qin? What does it do? ”

I explained, "Curious, I want to see something new, I heard that this qin is handed down from your ancestors?" ”

Lao Tie nodded and said: "Yes, since my grandfather's generation, this piano has been sitting in my box, and I don't know how it came about, anyway, I have been taking it out and wiping it every few days according to my father's instructions." ”

I said, "Can I take a look?" ”

"No problem, you wait." Lao Tie walked out of the house, and when he entered the door a few minutes later, he already had an extra guqin in his hand.

The piano is made of sycamore, rotten wood is the base, and the whole body is purple lacquer. The dragon is oblate, and the lattice is a thin piece of paulownia wood connected to the right side. Intra-abdominal naphonia is slightly raised. The swamp is in the shape of a round-bottomed ditch, with a depth of about digging meters, and a wide smashing meter, which runs through the whole of Nayin.

The first thing I felt about this piano was that it looked like a graceful and luxurious woman.

Beauty, but not the kind of flamboyant beauty, very charming, very connotative.

He is still very caring, gently put the piano on the small table for dinner, I fixed my mind and looked, sure enough, as Sister Hong's mother said, not only the strings are not broken, but the belly is also good, not to mention the cracks, there are not many small marks, and the protection is very complete. Seeing this, I secretly shook my head, so new. Eighty percent can't be true. Although I don't remember the picture of the guqin I saw on the Internet in my previous life, and I even forgot the color, but I remember the dilapidated appearance of the guqin at that time.

So, I trust my own judgment. This is not the one I'm looking for.

But in line with the principle of not letting go and not missing out. I said in my heart that even Zhang Mingchao's guqin is quite valuable. So, I took out the scale and made the simplest measurements. Don't look at it, just measure the size. But the simpler the method, the more effective, which is a very powerful means to identify the authenticity of the guqin.

I learned this knowledge from Yan Wanru, and I remember that she told me about piano, chess, and books. paintings, the latter three Sister Yan have collected a lot of fine products. But only the No. 1 "Qin" has not won anything in these years. Her biggest regret is that she doesn't have a Song Dynasty or Ming Dynasty guqin. The Tang Dynasty guqin was something she had never thought of. However, although she has no physical objects at home, she is also very honest when it comes to identification.

A few times of knowledge that day, now it finally comes in handy.

Pull the ruler together and pull out a signature pen. I quickly made a note of the measured data. Qintong grows out of obscure rice, shoulder width leads centimeters, tail width old look at rice, thick macro centimeters, bottom thick, spider rice. Seeing this set of data, I took a look at it, the length of the piano, out of centimeters, that is, quite dry two feet six inches five "number Zhuo." It should be the length of the guqin is 3 feet 6 inches 5, it symbolizes 365 days of the year, and the back is six inches wide and about two inches thick. It is also fully in line with the conditions for guqin production.

I touched the surface of the brown body, and the pulp was heavy.

After looking at the curves of the body, the simple taste came to the face.

Is it really a year-old guqin? Is it really a thing of the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty?

It's a pity that I've never seen a real guqin, even if there is some knowledge that I put together, I can't give an identification, after all, the most taboo thing about playing collection is half-understanding, alas, it would be nice if Sister Yan was here, but, even if I call her now, she won't answer if she wants to come.

"How?" Sister Hong's mother asked.

I smiled bitterly: "It looks pretty good, but I don't know much about it." "I held the piano in my arms, turned it over, turned it around and looked at the ground, like the above, every detail was made very hard, very neat, very beautiful, but after rummaging for a long time, I couldn't see the words indicating the identity of this piano from below, and the whole body was bare.

No lettering means that it has not been collected by famous artists, like the famous Tang Dynasty guqin

Jiuxiao Huanpei, there are a lot of things carved on its body, such as the seal book "Jiuxiao Huanpei" 4 characters engraved above the back of the piano pool, and the seal text engraved below the pool "contains" the big seal side, and the right side of the pool is engraved "super trace sky, free Taiji. Tingjian's "old words of the book, the left is engraved with the old words of "Ling Ran Xi Taigu, Shimengzhai Collection" and the old words of "Shimengzhai Yin", etc.

But no words don't mean anything, if this piano really exists in Lao Tie's family for generations, it is normal for no one to inscribe.

I sighed, embarrassed, is this thing real or fake? It can't be a human imitation, right? If the craftsmen of the Ming and Qing dynasties imitated the guqin of the Tang and Song dynasties, it would be worth a few dollars, but if it was a modern imitation of the guqin, the 1,800 yuan would be over.

Well, try the tone.

I asked Lao Tie, and when I saw him agreeing, I put the piano on the table, straightened up, and imagined Yan Wanru's technique when she played the piano. I lifted my finger and gently stroked the string closest to me. A shallow scream jumped up. There was a faint coldness in the sound of the piano. It hovered in the sky and could not be dispersed for a long time.

My body shook slightly, not to mention, I really felt like I was around the beam for three days. The tone is so good!

I plucked the second string with a little excitement. A different syllable jumped out of the strings, the same ethereal, the same piercing chill.

Three snorts"

Fourth Tone"

Fifth Tone"

I don't know how to play the piano, I don't know music, and I can't practice the syllables into a tune, but just these few auditions, I feel the difference of this guqin, the cold meaning in the syllables, as if it can shoot directly into people's hearts, and the temperature on the skin seems to have dropped a few degrees.

Looking at my surprised expression, Lao Tie smiled and said, "Sounds good, right? My daughter-in-law usually likes to play when she has nothing to do. ”

I said, "Your lover can play the lyre?" ”

"What will she do, Blind Diala.

I let out a sigh and hesitantly took the piano in my arms again, touching the belly again and again.

At this time, there was a clicking sound outside, and when I looked up, I saw Lao Tie's son smashing the ping pong ball with a heavy kick, and then jumped into the house, pointing to the guqin in my hand and shouting: "Dad, I want to play too!" ”

Lao Tie glared at him: "Play in the courtyard, that piano is your mother's lifeblood, if you break it." See if she doesn't kill you! ”

Xiao Zi'er ran to me reluctantly: "I want to play!" Give me! ”

Lao Tie hurriedly leaned sideways in front of the sofa and raised him.

The child looked at me unwillingly, looked at the guqin in my hand again, and silently withdrew from the house, not knowing what to do in the yard.

Lao Tie snorted: "This dead kid is too disobedient, he knows how to make trouble all day long!" ”

I smiled and said, "Uncle Tie, is this piano for sale?" ”

Lao Tie was stunned: "Do you want to buy it?" ”

"Yes, you make a price?" Although I can't be sure of the authenticity, if it's cheap, it doesn't matter if I gamble, even if I hit the eye, I won't lose much money.

Lao Tie groaned. Shaking his head, he said, "This is handed down by my ancestors, and it can't be sold." ”

Sister Hong's mother said: "No matter how good the things passed down by the ancestors are, it is not as good as holding some money in hand?" ”

Lao Tie hesitated: "Then I can't be the master, when my daughter-in-law comes back, you can ask her." ”

After discussing for a while, Lao Tie didn't let go, helplessly, I asked when her daughter-in-law would come home, and then went out of the house with Sister Hong's mother, planning to come back later.

When I got into the car, I couldn't help but sigh secretly, didn't I say that there was a thousand-year-old guqin in Chengzi Town? How could it be that no one has ever seen it? Could it be that it was only taken out by the owner half a year later?

Hey?

Wait a minute!

Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind.

Maybe, I mean maybe, Lao Tie's guqin is the one I saw in middle age, but because of this period, it was broken by his naughty son, which caused the tattered appearance on the picture in the future!

Thinking of this, my heart beat wildly a few times!

If so, everything makes sense!

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