At the door of the Xianghe Restaurant, there are many armed policemen with real guns.

They are sharp-eyed and serious.

If there is any emergency, it can be solved as soon as possible.

Ground floor, lobby.

It's overcrowded......

But everyone is holding some antiquities in their arms, although there are many people, but they are cautious, for fear of being touched by others.

However, the voices of discussion are one after another.

"Hey! Why are you here? ”

"Why can't I come? This antique auction is said to be held by an old Egyptian family, which not only auctions antiques, but also collects antiques...... I even helped with the appreciation for free, so I took the bowl from my house, and if it was genuine, I sold it to them, so I didn't have to worry about it at home. ”

"Lao Chen, are you there too?"

"That is, it is estimated that today, in the entire ancient town, people with collections at home will come! I'm going to join in the fun. ”

Some of these conversations are resounding almost all the time.

But when the atmosphere here is noisy......

"This is my family's ancestral calligraphy and painting, the true handiwork of Wang Xizhi......"

As Wang Gu's words fell.

The entire hall, as if a needle had landed on the ground, could be clearly heard.

Whew......

Almost all of them looked towards Wang Gu's side, wanting to see who claimed to be handed down from their ancestors, to know Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and paintings, which appeared in books, are real national treasures, and anyone with a little culture knows it.

The person who received Wang Gu was originally not interested, but when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and then he became a little interested.

"Oh? Really? ”

The tone was a little questioning.

When the hall became extremely silent, countless pairs of eyes were cast at the same time.

Only then did the receptionist stretch out his hand and gently took the calligraphy and painting in Wang Gu's hand.

But......

The moment his hand touched it, the man's brow immediately locked, as if he was about to be angry.

"Sir, I'm sorry, our auction this time, only appreciate antiques, your calligraphy and paintings, respectively, are some modern high imitations, just find someone to write out, this calligraphy and painting, is not Wang Xizhi's real handwriting, and it is not valuable!"

The receptionist frowned, and when he said this, he didn't look at the calligraphy and painting, but directly stuffed it back into Wang Gu's hand.

Call......

In the hall, there was a shout.

I don't know if it's because the calligraphy and painting are fake, and I'm disappointed; Or because he was denied, and he felt sorry for Wang Gu!

However, at this moment, in the hall, there were also people who recognized Wang Gu's identity.

"Isn't that person the old man Wang of the Ancient Street Gallery? He paints at the door every day, not to mention, his paintings are indeed beautiful...... But he also thought too simply, and took out a few of his own copied works to emerge Wang Xizhi? There was a hint of sarcasm in someone's voice.

"Old man Wang? yes, it's really him...... At such an age, still playing this method? The gallery has no business, and it is estimated that it is about to close down, so it must be here to try your luck, right? "Someone has a haughty tone.

"Alas, we're still in line! Old man Wang, don't delay, if it's fake, take it away! Behind Wang Gu, someone was urging in a dissatisfied tone.

The ancient town is not big, and the ancient street is even smaller......

But with the changes of the times, many of the once harmonious neighbors have lost their original simplicity...... It's more about potential competition, if someone is better off than themselves, they will be jealous, and if someone is worse than themselves, they will be high and full of pride.

Wang Gu can't remember when this kind of transformation began!

Anyway, when you hear something like that...... He only felt sad in his heart, and at the same time, his heart became more determined, still standing in front of him, and when he looked at the receptionist, his face sank: "You haven't even seen these calligraphy and paintings of mine, how do you know if they are fake?" ”

"Oh? This paper cloth is all new, what else is there to look at? Could it be that Wang Xizhi is still alive? The receptionist shook his head, looking a little impatient, waved his hand, looked away from Wang Gu, and looked behind: "The next person ......"

"Okay, old man Wang, it's my turn, I'm a real thing, an ancestral heirloom!"

The man in the back reached out and patted Wang Gu on the shoulder, motioning for him to get out of the way.

Wow......

However, Wang Guwen did not move at all.

Just when the receptionist was about to call the security guard, Wang Gu was unceremonious, with a flick of his wrist, the words "Orchid Pavilion Preface" were all unfolded in front of the receptionist.

In the paper cloth, every word, the pen peak is perfect.

Every word is full of the vicissitudes of time......

These words, peaks and turns, seem to have an indescribable magic......

The receptionist, just looking at it, couldn't move it anymore, and even his body trembled slightly!

……

Ancient Street, No. 32, Gallery!

Ye Bei sat quietly at the table, his eyes were gloomy!

Outside the gallery...... The endless flow of people, constantly changing, but always similar, Ye Bei saw the driver who pulled him here several times, the difference is that every time the person sitting in the car changes, this is a paradoxical feeling.

Ye Bei is waiting quietly!

Wait for that familiar voice to appear......

In my heart, there are many doubts!

He Ye Bei has lived for too long, and he has experienced and done many earth-shattering things......

Even, originally many things were predictable to him, but once it comes to immortality, it will become blurred!

He knew that as long as he waited here, the familiar old man would appear in the near future!

However, it is impossible to determine the specific time and place of its appearance.

"Will this reincarnation be missed?"

When he saw the familiar coachman, after pulling someone to run from the door of the gallery for the ninth time, Ye Bei muttered softly.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Bei took his eyes off the street, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the scroll painting of the reincarnation of the old man from Wang Xiu's pen appeared from the cuffs, and was spread out in front of the table without any wrinkles!

In the painting, the deceased is dressed in white, and his skin is like fat, as if he has fallen into a country and a city.

Ye Bei looked at the painting quietly, his eyes were indifferent, but in his eyes, there was a deep thought.

Knock Knock......

In the lobby of the gallery, when it was extremely quiet, two crisp knocks were heard on the door.

Ye Bei raised his head, his eyes were calm, and there was no accident.

The man who knocked on the door was the coachman......

He was sweating profusely, with a yellowed towel wrapped around his neck, and as he knocked on the door, he wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously.

"Come in!"

Ye Bei said softly.

"Sir, I didn't expect to meet you here! You're working here, huh? I thought you came here yesterday to paint......" Looking up, seeing Ye Bei, the coachman was not surprised, and when he spoke, he showed a neat row of white teeth.

"Where's the stuff?"

Ye Bei did not answer, but asked lightly.

When the driver heard this, his body was stunned...... When he looked at Ye Bei, his eyes couldn't help but widen.

The young man in front of him is very suspenseful...... How did he know he was here to deliver something?

But in surprise, the driver slowly took out a black piece of paper from his pocket......