The three of us glared at each other and stopped talking for a moment. Why he came and why we came, we all know each other, and there is no need to talk nonsense. Zhong Aihua worked hard here for several days, but he still couldn't break through Dai Haiyan's fortress. And we came back and talked in her room for so long before we showed up. Zhong Aihua had no choice but to take the initiative to show up.

Sure enough, Zhong Aihua sighed and said, "Brother Xu, why are you doing this?" The five veins gave up your Xu family, and the old dynasty harmed your Xu family, why do you have to work for them? ”

"If you don't help them, will you help you, a liar?" I asked rhetorically with a sneer.

Zhong Aihua said: "I admit that I lied to you, but Brother Xu, think about it carefully, do you have anything to lose?" You used to be just a small shopkeeper with no name, but now you are a hero who single-handedly provoked the shady scenes of the Chinese antiques market, if we didn't add fuel to the fire, would you be so famous now? ”

"Hmph, you just want to use hype me to attack the five veins."

"I don't deny this, but it's not bad for you, Brother Xu, right?" Zhong Aihua said this, stretched out a hand, "I can give you a promise to Brother Xu on behalf of Bai Ruilian." As long as you join us, in the future, Brilliant will open three antique auction centers in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, and you can choose one of them as a supervisor. ”

Zhong Aihua is really courageous, and he actually offered such a high price. The director of the auction house is a crucial position, and the number of achievements in a year alone is astronomical.

"No need." I flatly refused and did not hesitate.

Zhong Aihua seemed to have anticipated my reaction, and turned to Yao Otherwise: "Brother Yao, although it is the first time we have met, I have already known you. If you are willing to join us, we can arrange for you to go abroad, clear your identity, and choose a beautiful mansion for your life. ”

Yao Ran shouted: "This is too unusual, why should I wish to be the supervisor, and I will send the two dates when it is my turn?" If you want to buy your buddy's life, you have to have a few Macau casinos. ”

Zhong Aihua seemed to have expected our refusal: "Don't get me wrong, it was just a routine question." From what I know of you two, you will definitely not agree to such conditions. ”

"Then why are you still in the way?" Yao Else said impatiently, and his hand reached into his arms a little more.

Zhong Aihua smiled and said calmly: "Actually, I only have one small thing to ask for, Dai Haiyan here, I am determined to win, and Brother Xu and Brother Yao are my biggest obstacles." I hope you ......"

Otherwise, without waiting for him to finish, he jumped in front of him, took out a pistol and pointed it at his forehead, and said viciously: "What tricks do you kid want to play?" "This is the first time I've seen a medicine or take out a gun, and the young man who hangs his son suddenly becomes a sharp killer, and his chest is pounding with tension.

was pointed at the forehead with a gun, but Zhong Aihua's expression did not change at all: "Brother Yao, you are too nervous." I'm not going to use violence like you, I prefer to use my brain. ”

Otherwise, the muzzle of the gun was brought closer to him: "Brain, right?" Wait a minute, I'll get my hole out and take a good look at what your brain is up to. ”

"Can you believe it? If I don't move here, I can kill both of you. Zhong Aihua's face was calm. Otherwise, he laughed: "Just try it!" ”

I frowned, Zhong Aihua is not a fool, he is so fearless, he must have arranged some means. I looked at the other side of Lin Yin Road, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in my mind, and I was startled, and shouted to Yao, "You go quickly!" ”

Yao Otherwise, he looked at me and didn't understand it. At this time, in the other direction of Lin **, there was a dense sound of footsteps. It was the sound of leather boots on the concrete pavement, and there were quite a few of them.

This is the police.

Otherwise, my face was suddenly frosty, and I also changed color.

Yao is a wanted criminal at large. Zhong Aihua has a simple deal to deal with him, as long as he calls the police, he will face a severe pursuit by the police. Zhong Aihua stopped us and said a lot of nonsense, just to stall for time and wait for the police to arrive.

Otherwise, he was furious, and he took a gun to Zhong Aihua and made a gesture to pull the trigger, but Zhong Aihua was bent over, but the pride on his face could not be hidden. Otherwise, seeing the police approaching, there was no longer the slightest hesitation. He put the gun in his arms, turned his head and left, and disappeared into the darkness in three steps and two steps. The police then arrived, briefly questioned Zhong Aihua, and then chased him in the direction he had fled.

Only me and Zhong Aihua are left on the forest. Zhong Aihua said: "How is it? Brother Xu, I didn't lie, did I? I looked at him: "Otherwise, even if you are caught, you deserve it." But what are you going to do with me? ”

Zhong Aihua smiled: "It's easier to deal with Brother Xu. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was another sound of footsteps on the other side of Lin **. This time it was very messy, and I saw about a dozen people, men and women, and two foreigners inside, with cameras around their necks and notebooks in their hands, running to the two of us.

Zhong Aihua pointed at me and shouted to them: "Everyone, here, here, this gentleman is making a wish." ”

Everyone exclaimed, and they all raised their cameras, and the flash crackled, which made me a little overwhelmed. Just in a moment of stunned work, countless questions were thrown over-

"Mr. Wish, where have you been lately? Is it voluntary? ”

"What do you think of the Braillian version of "Riverside at Qingming Festival" that is going to be auctioned by Brailla in Hong Kong?"

"As an whistleblower, do you still have more shady curtains about the five veins?"

"What is the relationship between Mr. Liu Yiming and you?"

I was dizzy and wanted to go back. But they didn't give up, one by one they raised their voices, and the questions were sharper and sharper. Zhong Aihua came up to me in the crowd, held my hand, and whispered, "Brother Xu, how do you feel?" ”

I glared at Zhong Aihua, and there was almost fire in my eyes.

This bastard, what a good means!

Since I published the article revealing the secret of "Qingming Riverside Map", I have become famous. Liu Yiming had the foresight to transfer me to Hospital 301 in time to avoid the public eye, including going to Nanjing, all in a state of secrecy. The major media never knew where I was, and at one point, some foreign media thought that I had been kidnapped or placed under house arrest. In the wave of questioning "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", it is always a pity that I am the initiator's voice, so the media are looking for me like crazy, hoping to dig out first-hand information from me.

Zhong Aihua revealed my whereabouts to them, and these people immediately pounced like flies that smelled fish, only one step behind the police. Fortunately, reporters from Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan, and international news agencies are like mad dogs pouncing on news points, and they will never let go easily. Once their whereabouts are exposed, don't even think about continuing the investigation.

Zhong Aihua really didn't say anything big, he only made two phone calls to the police and the media, and he wasted me and the medicine. Liu Yiming and Lao Chaofeng painstakingly laid out the two decisive chess pieces, but they were trapped alive.

Zhong Aihua looked at me and seemed to smile: "You must be thinking, Zhong Aihua, this damn guy, just made two phone calls, and it put me in a dilemma." Do you think it's easy? You're wrong! Do you know how many background checks, how many connections, and how many calculations are needed behind these two decisions? I'm not alone. Brother Xu, now you know what a powerful organization you have chosen to fight against, right? It's still too late for you to choose to surrender now, and my advice is still ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden "boom", and a heavy rain fell from the sky and poured on all of us. The reporters were caught off guard and screamed. Zhong Aihua's carefully smeared split head was doused by this strange water, and he was embarrassed for a while. I'm not much better than him, and I'm drenched. I touched my hair and saw that it wasn't rain, it was slimy, and it had a bad smell that was hard to get rid of.

Everyone looked up one after another, and saw that the night was clear, the stars and the moon were clear, and there was not a trace of dark clouds, and they were all puzzled. At this moment, a girl poked her head out from the third floor of the doctoral building and said unhurriedly, "Please don't make a lot of noise downstairs. This time it's just a nutrient solution, and next time it's a concentrated sulfuric acid. ”

When I looked up, I saw Dai Haiyan looking down on us, her eyes slightly angry behind the lenses, and a basin in her arms. Zhong Aihua also found that it was Dai Haiyan who splashed the water, he squinted his eyes, wiped the water on his forehead with his hand, and said loudly: "Haiyan, I'm really sorry to disturb your rest." Dai Haiyan ignored him, Zhong Aihua stretched out his arms and said to those reporters: "Don't crowd here, don't disturb the rest of the students and teachers, let's go out and talk slowly, I wish the teacher has appeared, are you still afraid that he won't be able to escape." ”

His deliberate joke made all the reporters laugh, but to me, it sounded like a threat. I frowned, thinking that it would not be easy to get out of being entangled by these paparazzi. At this moment, Dai Haiyan spoke again: "Make a wish, why don't you come up and sleep soon?" ”

It was quiet downstairs all at once. Zhong Aihua looked at—to be precise, glare—at me, with a hint of surprise, and no longer had the calmness he had just now. Don't talk about him, even I'm stupid in place, what the hell is that girl talking about?

"If you don't come up, don't come in the future." Dai Haiyan threw down a sentence and disappeared from the windowsill.

I immediately made a decision, pushed aside the reporters gathered around, and walked towards the doctor's building. Zhong Aihua pondered for a moment, but did not make a sound to stop him. He stood there, his eyes flashing, and watched me enter the building. The reporters weren't idle, crackling and flashing.

I walked up the stairs step by step, but my heart was full of trepidation. What does Dai Haiyan mean? Why do you suddenly say something like that? And in front of reporters. I estimate that the next day, the major newspapers will report at length what anti-counterfeiting heroes are obsessed with Fudan boudoirs.

I'm not narcissistic enough to think that this girl has suddenly become a nymphomaniac for me.

When I got to Dai Haiyan's bedroom on the third floor, I knocked on the door and it opened. I saw that she had changed into a white checkered pajamas, sitting on a chair, holding a book and reading. At her feet was a basin that smelled like my hair. There were also several empty chemical bottles nearby.

"The bathroom is on the other side of the hallway, you go wash your hair." Dai Haiyan said without raising her head, and added, "This is a nutrient solution for cultivating plants, the main ingredients are ammonium sulfate and superphosphate, which are not toxic." ”

I walked to the end of the hallway with my basin in hand. It is divided into men's and women's toilets, but the faucet outside is shared, and there is a hot water dispenser next to it. I took a basin and got some hot water, put it under the tap, and rinsed it briefly. There are always people coming and going in the bathroom, all of them are doctoral students and lecturers who live here, and I am an outsider. After I washed it, I hesitated for a moment, and went back to Dai Haiyan's room, and the moment I closed the door, I felt several curious eyes glancing at me.

Dai Haiyan was still looking down at the book. I looked out the window and saw that Zhong Aihua's figure was gone, only a few reporters were still squatting, raising their cameras from time to time to take a few photos. I quickly closed the window and closed the curtains, feeling that this was even more ambiguous.

"Why are you helping me?" I turned around and asked, uneasy.

Dai Haiyan said lightly: "Help you?" You're mistaken, I just don't like to be noisy. She lifted the curtains, glanced outside, and continued, "I don't know what's going on downstairs, and I'm not interested in knowing. But if I don't care, won't you be here tomorrow? ”

"Uh...... Yes. "I admit it. Otherwise, I will be hunted down, and I will be exposed to the media, and my actions will be greatly restricted.

"I'm the person I hate to talk about halfway through and give up halfway. If you can't come tomorrow, then why don't you finish it all at once tonight. ”

I thought about several motives for Dai Haiyan to help me out of the siege, but I really didn't expect it to be such a simple reason. I asked her, "Aren't you afraid of other people's gossip?" Dai Haiyan looked at me and seemed to think it was a stupid question: "What do they have to do with me when they talk about me?" ”

Dai Haiyan closed the book and yawned slightly: "Let's start quickly, don't delay my sleep." After finishing the matter of "Qingming Riverside Map", where you go has nothing to do with me. ”

Dai Haiyan is the descendant of Dai Xi's relatives, and only here can she know Dai Xi's clues about the fragment of "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival". Zhong Aihua exhausted his calculations and abolished the mobility of me and Yao, but he didn't count Dai Haiyan's eccentric personality. So now I'm in a good position, and he's just standing downstairs in a hurry.

As long as Dai Haiyan tells me about Dai Xi's discovery and lets me figure out the clues of the fragment, I can take back the initiative and disrupt Bai Ruilian's arrangement.

"Okay, okay." I sat back on the stack of reference books, my hands resting on my knees, my eyes level, holding my breath like a child waiting to hear a lesson. Dai Haiyan leaned back on the sofa chair, her hands on her chest, and her two snow-white long legs stretched straight under her pajamas, like a lazy Persian cat. The reporters outside could never have imagined such a beautiful scene in the dormitory.

Dai Haiyan opened his mouth and said: "What I proved in the afternoon is the stupid mistake you made in the circulating version of "Qingming Riverside Map". Now I want to say that you don't know much about the painting itself. ”

I was mentally prepared for her condescending assertions, so I remained silent and waited for her to continue.

"To figure this out, let's take a quiz. Let me ask you, what does the name "Qingming Riverside Map" mean? ”

"Qingming refers to the Qingming Festival of the lunar calendar, and Shanghe refers to going to the grave. The theme of this painting is the magnificent scenery of the Bianhe River when the citizens of Bianliang in the Northern Song Dynasty celebrated the Qingming Festival. I replied.

"Wrong, very wrong." Dai Haiyan shook her head.

"What's wrong?" I was stunned. This is not my nonsense, it is explained in both history books and art history books. How could Dai Haiyan say that he was so wrong?

Dai Haiyan leaned down, flipped through the pile of literary and historical reference books borrowed from the library, and picked out a copy of "Selected Chinese Classical Art". The book is very large, and the printing is also very exquisite, Dai Haiyan quickly turned to a page of "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", where the long scroll is truncated into four paragraphs, printed in parallel into folios, although it is not as clear as the identification photo, but the details can barely be seen, which is the clearest version on the market at present.

She turned the scroll in front of me and scratched the nail of her right index finger on the far right side of the scroll. I noticed that the place she was pointing to was drawn five donkeys, each carrying two baskets of charcoal on their backs, and they were being led towards Bianliang City.

The ancients looked at the painting, from right to left, this scene on the right side of the volume, which is equivalent to the prologue of the "Qingming Riverside Picture".

"This ...... What's the problem? ”

"It's already so obvious, you can't see it?" Dai Haiyan sneered, "The lunar calendar is clear, it is already late spring, and it will be the beginning of summer soon." What did the Song people do with charcoal for heating in winter and into the city in summer? ”

"It doesn't have to be heating, it can be cooking on the fire." I cautiously explained.

"Okay, look here."

Dai Haiyan's finger stroked to the middle of the scroll, the banks of the Bianhe River here have been quite prosperous, the shops are prosperous, there are several restaurants, the wine is fluttering, the guests gather, and a few bottles of wine urns can be faintly seen, the picture is delicate and delicate. Dai Haiyan clicked on a few of them, and I saw that there were three places where the word "new wine" could be distinguished on the wine banner, which was probably the same as the current advertisement, advertising itself as a new product.

"New sake means made from freshly ripened grain. Whether you make wine from sorghum, wheat, glutinous rice or rice, these crops are not yet ripe for the Qingming Festival, where will the new wine come to market? Dai Haiyan raised a second question.

"This ......," I was speechless. This girl is worthy of being a student of biology, and most people will study it from the penmanship and style, but she has found a unique way to ask questions from such an unbelievable angle.

Dai Haiyan didn't let me think, and pointed to the third place on the picture. This is a large arch bridge in the picture scroll, this bridge is called Hongqiao, there are no piers, the bridge body is like a rainbow, it is a wooden bridge across the Bianhe River outside Bianliang City. The bridge is bustling, crowded with people and vehicles, and there are vendors on both sides of the bridge, which is very lively.

"See? What's on the desk of those little vendors? She asked.

"Cut half of the watermelon." I replied.

"Did you say there were greenhouses in the Song Dynasty? Can you eat watermelon on Qingming Festival? Dai Haiyan's gaze was extremely sharp.

I'm completely speechless. This line of analysis is really incredible. As I said earlier, the most difficult part of painting and calligraphy appraisal is that there are no certain rules for art, and everyone comments on the use of ink, brushwork, coloring, etc., and you say that a tree is dull, and I say that the painting is elegant, and there is no way to judge whether it is right or wrong, but only to compare qualifications. The doubts listed by Dai Haiyan here are all non-artistic objective facts and solid evidence.

It seems that Dai Haiyan really got a lot of information from Dai Xi, and this kind of research method is really eye-opening for me.

"Then what do you mean, Qingming?" I give up my defense.

"It's not a spring scene, it's an autumn scene. The word 'Qingming' is the meaning of Qingming in the prosperous era, and it is the name given by Zhang Zeduan in order to tout the rule of Huizong of the Song Dynasty. Isn't it the same now? The people live and work in peace and contentment, singing and dancing, and so on, all of which are just clichés. ”

"What about going up the river?"

"It's simpler. The Bianhe River is divided from the Xijingluokou, enters the urban area from the Xishuimen in the southwest direction, crosses the old Zhengmen and Zhouqiao, and finally flows out from the Dongshuimen, and continues to the east. It traverses the entire capital of the Song Dynasty, which is equivalent to the river of the royal use, and is called the upper river. ”

I closed my eyes and digested for a while, then asked, "Let's think what you said is right, the words 'Qingming' and 'Shanghe' can be interpreted in this way, but what does it have to do with the fragments?" ”

"It's a big deal." Dai Haiyan's voice has remained flat, but it is unquestionable. "Look at the left side of this scroll."

This is the end of the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", which depicts an intersection surrounded by pedestrians, cars and horses, and the shops at the four corners are bustling with activity. A little further to the left, the scene abruptly stops, turning into a blank space, full of inscriptions and seals of collectors from all over the ages.

"Don't you think that Zhang Zeduan's choice to intercept here seems very abrupt? The street on the left edge is only half drawn, and even the trees in front of the store are only half of the canopy. It didn't look like the painting was finished at all, but more like a piece of it had been taken away. ”

"But that's just speculation, right?" I asked timidly, for fear that my question would be stupid.

Dai Haiyan glanced at me: "You want evidence, right?" Zhang Zeduan painted the southeast corner of Bianjing, using the Bianhe River as a clue to paint the coastal scenery from the suburbs of Bianjing to the city. In order to express the prosperous Qingming scene, then Bianjing has a vital landmark that should never be missed. ”

"What? Kaifeng Mansion? Daxiangguoji Temple? "I am not familiar with the history of the Song Dynasty, but I only know the familiar place names in these commentaries.

"Jin Mingchi." Dai Haiyan's finger is on the left margin of the Qingming Riverside Map.

Jin Ming Pond I know, it is a circumference of nine miles and thirty steps, it is a square pool, the location is just outside the West Water Gate in the southwest corner of Bianliang, on the south bank of the Bianhe River. This place, can drill the royal navy, every year from the first day of March to the eighth day of April also allow the people to enter the tour, watch the water play, and often hold the boat race to win the bid, it is a particularly lively place in Bianliang, roughly equivalent to the current head body and the work body.

Even people who have not studied it have heard the name of Jin Mingchi in commentaries such as "Water Margin", "Yang Jiajiang", "Xue Gang Anti-Tang" and "Bao Gong Case". I suddenly remembered that Zhang Zeduan also had another work handed down, which was called "Jin Mingchi Bidding Map". It can be seen that he should also have a deep study of Jin Mingchi.

Dai Haiyan said: "Jinmingchi is an important political place to show the military prestige of the imperial court, and it is also an entertainment place for the people of Bianliang, just on the edge of the Bianhe River. Zhang Zeduan wants to show the prosperity of the Qingming Dynasty, and he paints the scenery of the Bianhe River on the outskirts of the city, but he omits such an important building as Jinmingchi, isn't it a strange thing? If you go to paint a ten-mile long street in Beijing, will you leak Wangfujing? ”

My expression moved: "You mean, this "Qingming Riverside Picture" has indeed been intercepted by someone, and the lost section is painted with the grand scene of Jinmingchi and Xishuimen?" ”

"Not only do I know what's on the fragment, but I also know how long the fragment is." Dai Haiyan said with a little smugness.

"You know all this?" I was taken aback. Could it be that the calligraphy written by Dai Xi himself ended up in Dai Haiyan's hands? How else would she know in such detail?

Dai Haiyan said: "This is the result of analysis. Before being obtained by Yan Song, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was also collected by a celebrity in the Ming Dynasty, whose name was Li Dongyang, and he also left two inscriptions. You should know that, right? I nodded, she was right. When I was researching and appraising photographs, I carefully compared the inscriptions and seals of the past dynasties, including Li Dongyang's handwriting. Li Dongyang was a famous minister of the Hongzhi and Zhengde dynasties, and he was also a collector.

"Do you remember what he wrote?"

I shook my head, I only cared about the correlation between the imprint and the version, I just skimmed the content, and didn't pay attention to it. Anyway, those inscriptions are nothing more than appreciating the painting, appreciating the value, and touting themselves by the way.

Dai Haiyan said: "So you are stupid." One of Li Dongyang's inscriptions, there is a key sentence in it, called 'The height of the figure is less than a ruler, and the length of two zhang is strange'. I frowned and tried to remember it, as if there was such a paragraph, but I can't remember the exact number.

Dai Haiyan took out a calculator and pressed it cracklingly: "The ruler of the Ming Dynasty is now 0.32 meters." The length of two zhang is strange, let's take two points and three zhang. In this way, when Li Dongyang collected this painting, its length should have been 7.36 meters. ”

As soon as I heard this number, I stood up suddenly, and my face changed dramatically. Now the length of "Qingming Riverside Map" is only 5.28 meters, which is 2.08 meters worse than the version Li Dongyang said! In other words, nearly a third of this masterpiece was stolen and cut! I didn't expect this piece of remnant to be so long.

Dai Haiyan said: "According to the scale of the "Qingming Riverside Map", the real distance of 2.08 meters is converted into Bianliang City, which is exactly the length of the section from Jinmingchi to Xishuimen. ”

With Dai Haiyan's explanation, the conclusion became clear. "Qingming Riverside Picture" originally had a picture scroll more than two meters long to the left, which depicted the scene from Jinmingchi to the city gate. When Li Dongyang collected it in the Ming Dynasty, he could still see the whole book, but then when Wang Shizhen saw it in the Jiajing period, it was already incomplete. In the short decades from Zhengde to Jiajing, this masterpiece was cut into two pieces.

I suddenly remembered that Song Huizong should have had an inscription and a small seal of the double dragon, but there is no one on the current version, and it is said that it was also stolen and cut by someone, maybe it was lost in this catastrophe. In this way, this fragment not only has the function of distinguishing the authenticity from the fake, but also the value it has in itself is quite amazing. Nearly one-third of the "Qingming Riverside Map"! There is also the autograph inscription of Song Huizong!

And Zhang Zeduan's own inscription will definitely not be too far away from Song Huizong, and I am afraid that it was also cut off on that fragment.

Dai Xi's discovery is too important. I excitedly walked around the room a few times, trying to calm my mind. Dai Haiyan watched coldly from the sidelines, as if what she had just talked about was just an ordinary thing.

I stopped abruptly and noticed a key problem. Dai Xi perfectly proved the existence of fragments of "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival". But where are the remnants? If I can't find it, even if it proves perfectly, it doesn't make any sense.

Thinking of this, I said to Dai Haiyan again: "In addition to researching the length and content of the fragment, did Dai Xi mention its whereabouts?" ”

Dai Haiyan looked at me strangely: "What are you talking about?" ”

"Dai Xi, your ancestor. Didn't he first discover that "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was incomplete? ”

Hearing this, Dai Haiyan smiled and curled up on her legs: "Do you think what I told you today was all I got from Dai Xi?" ”

"Uh...... Isn't it? ”

Dai Haiyan stood up with a sneer: "Why are there so many self-righteous fools in this world? Let me tell you, it's true that I am a direct descendant of Dai Xi, but all I know about the fragment of "Qingming Riverside Map" is the record left by Dai Yiheng, and I don't know anything else. ”

I wondered, "Where did you hear all these discoveries?" ”

Dai Haiyan raised her chin: "Your words reveal that you have stale prejudices from your heart." Do you think women are not as smart as men? Do you think that people today cannot surpass the ancients? Let me tell you, these things are all researched by myself in high school. ”

I was no less shocked than when I heard that there were still fragments of "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival". A female high school student can actually study such a deep thing, which can only be described as a genius. Dai Hexuan did remind me that she had a family history, but I didn't expect to be able to endure it to this point.

"How did you think of studying this thing when you were in high school?"

Dai Haiyan said: "The high school course was too easy for me, I was very leisurely, so I decided to find something to do for myself. I occasionally flipped through Dai Yiheng's notes and found Dai Xi's remarks on "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival". I began to try to find the copy he had written, but I couldn't find it at home. So I decided to solve this mystery on my own, so I spent a semester collecting information, a semester of research, and what you heard today is the truth that I spent a year digging out. ”

"In that case, why haven't you published it publicly?" I wondered if she was in the mid-80s from high school, but I had never heard anything talk about it before.

Dai Haiyan shrugged her shoulders and looked disdainful: "What's the point of being public." I was just a high school student, and no one took me seriously. Your circle is like a monkey mountain in a zoo, where outsiders are not allowed to enter, and your own people are also senior. They look at the name, the qualifications, not the content. I've submitted to a few magazines and contacted experts in the academic world, but unfortunately all of them have been lost. I was depressed at first, and then I figured it out. There is no truth in the liberal arts, it's all about seniority! Those things are not precise enough to quantify, and with just one mouth, who is who is not simply confused. From that time on, I decided to choose science, scientific theories rely on rigorous logic, no matter how big people are, it is not good to say 1+1=3. In this world, I can grasp the value for myself. ”

No wonder Dai Haiyan has such an attitude towards me, it turns out that she has always been haunted by the cold reception she received in high school. Although she has long since abandoned literature and reason, this knot is still there. I made a big splash in the newspapers and was courted by the media; She made a shocking discovery, but no one cared, so she was naturally angry in her heart, and she wanted to reason with me.

"That's why you've told me so much today." I sighed.

Dai Haiyan glanced at me: "Your knowledge of "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" can be described as stupid, but after all, you have a close relationship with this painting, and you will definitely listen carefully to what I say." The results of my research will only be given to those who can value them. ”

"But that person named Zhong Aihua will also attach importance to your research results. Why don't you tell him? ”

Dai Haiyan made a disdainful "snort" sound in his nostrils: "If he asks directly, I may say." But he actually pretended to pursue me, and he dressed up with oily hair and powder, and gave roses every day, not only insulting my IQ, but also insulting my aesthetics. ”

I was relieved in my heart, and it seemed that I didn't have to worry that she would tell Zhong Aihua about the remnants of "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival".

"Then can you find out where Dai Xi's calligraphy is?" I asked expectantly. She has great powers, and even the incomplete length of "Qingming Riverside Map" can be verified, and there may be more clues.

It's a pity that Dai Haiyan shook her head: "I can't help you with this." Dai Xi's calligraphy has long been lost, and it may have been lost to the people, or it may have been destroyed in the war. Dai Yiheng's notes did not provide any clues, and some people in our family tried to find them, but they couldn't find them. ”

I'm disappointed that I still haven't figured out this most critical issue. Dai Haiyan helped her glasses: "Doesn't Dai Hexuan know either?" ”

"He said that he was just dividing the family, even if Dai Xi and Dai Yiheng had anything left, they couldn't share their branch."

"He's self-aware." Dai Haiyan sneered, "Our Dai family's ancestral home is Qiantang, and Dai Hexuan's branch moved to Henan very early, and it was not until before liberation that it moved back to Nanjing. Therefore, in the genealogy of the Dai family, this branch is set up in a separate volume, which is separate from the Qiantang Dai family. ”

"Hmm......" I suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if there was some clue in the dark that I had ignored. I scratched my head, but I couldn't tell what it was, and I frowned and thought desperately. Dai Haiyan saw me scratching my ears and cheeks and thinking about it, and laughed out loud. After laughing, she stood up and said in a resolute tone: "I've finished what I want to say." You can go, don't bother me later. ”

"Thank you." I said it sincerely. I have never known her in my life, and it is already an unexpected harvest to be able to get so many clues.

Dai Haiyan waved her hand, I don't know if she meant to be polite, or less nonsense.

I was about to leave when there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw several policemen. They showed their ID and said that someone had just seen me enter the dormitory with the wanted criminal, and wanted to ask me to go back and assist in the investigation.

It seems that the medicine has escaped smoothly, and I can't say that it is a regret in my heart, but I am still glad.

In any case, there is at least one advantage to following the police, at least not being harassed by the paparazzi. So I obediently followed the police out, and Dai Haiyan slammed the door behind me, while several doors in the corridor secretly opened a crack. I estimate that after today, there will definitely be rumors on campus, but fortunately, Dai Haiyan never cares about these things.

As soon as I got out of the dormitory building, flashing lights crackled all around, and several reporters were excitedly snapping pictures. The police had to disperse them before I got into the police car. I don't know what these reporters will write tomorrow, fighting fake celebrities and breaking into the female doctoral student Spring Boudoir was arrested?

When I arrived at the police station, I directly showed my ID card from the Eighth Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security. The police were taken aback and hurriedly called to verify. Soon they returned the documents to me, and their attitude was much better. This is the talisman that Fang Zhen gave me, so naturally there will be no fake. I told the police that I just happened to go to the doctor's building with Yao, and as for what I went to do, I'm sorry, I have to keep it a secret.

The police took notes of me and let me go. When I got back to my hotel, I felt like someone was following me all the way. I arrived at the front desk of the hotel and showed my ID that I was on a confidential mission and that no one was to give out my room number no matter who asked. The front desk of the hotel was honestly frightened, patting his chest and promising that he would complete the task.

When I got back to my room, I suddenly remembered that my eldest brother was still carrying medicine. The police didn't know the details and wouldn't be listening, so I called him from the landline in my room. The phone rang more than a dozen times, but the medicine didn't pick it up until it was answered. The breathing was heavy, as if I had just gone for a long run.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"It's better if you don't know, in short, buddy is very safe for the time being - Zhong Aihua, a little rabbit cub, actually called the police, but I was tired, I haven't run like this for many years."

"I've also been pestered by reporters."

"Ruthless enough." Yao Ran praised stupidly, "Then how did you happen?" ”

I weighed it carefully, and felt that there was no need to hide it, so I told Dai Haiyan's findings concisely or repeatedly. After listening to the medicine, he asked a question: "Dai Xi's Great Qi Tongbao disappeared with his calligraphy, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Since Huang Kewu has the Great Qi Tongbao, maybe he also knows the whereabouts of that copybook."

I slapped my head, yes! I didn't think of that. These two things, Dai Xi should keep them together. After he committed suicide by throwing himself into the water, the person who got the Great Qi Tongbao might also know the whereabouts of the copybook. Although after many years, Daqi Tongbao has not been transferred a few times, and Huang Kewu may not know, but this is the only clue we have at present.

"You must be followed by the police, buddy can't get close to you for the time being, lend me the phone first...... "Otherwise, I hung up the phone without waiting for me to say yes, probably because there was some emergency again."

I was quite conflicted. I used to wish this guy was caught by the police and brought to justice, but now I'm a little glad that he escaped. When Zhong Aihua appeared just now, the medicine would have been in front of me first, and the instantaneous reaction of the person would not be fake, and his actions made me really not know how to evaluate this guy.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it first, and it's more important to get down to business. I immediately dialed a number in Beijing, called Fang Zhen, and told him a little about the situation in Fudan and asked him to clear up with the Shanghai police so as not to cause trouble. Fang Zhen said okay.

I asked him again how Mr. Liu was. Fang Zhen told me that Liu Ju is now accompanying Liu Yiming, running around various departments and leaders' homes every day, and he is very busy, and he has already taken sleeping pills and slept at this time. I originally wanted to report the current progress to Mr. Liu and consult his opinion, but after hearing what Fang Zhen said, I had to give up. I asked Fang Zhen if he had any contact information about Huang Kewu in Hong Kong, and Fang Zhen directly reported me a phone number.

"How is Old Man Huang doing over there?" I asked casually. After the crisis of "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" broke out, Liu Yiming sat in Beijing, while Huang Kewu rushed to Hong Kong and maneuvered in the enemy's position.

Fang Zhen didn't answer the question. He told me that now the controversy over the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is getting bigger and bigger, and the carbon-14 test results cannot be quelled, and the authorities have decided to hold a cultural relics exhibition between Beijing and Hong Kong, and use this reason to send "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" to Hong Kong for comparison and identification.

It is certainly not acceptable to openly confront the country, but the image of public opinion cannot be ignored. It just so happened that Hong Kong would return to the motherland in five years, so the authorities came up with such an excuse as cultural exchange activities, so that all parties could accept it, and the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" could be transported to Hong Kong in the name of justice.

But this decision couldn't be worse for the five veins, which shows that they are losing control of the situation.

I'm running out of time.

Fang Zhen was reluctant to evaluate Huang Kewu, but listening to the meaning of his words, I am afraid that Huang Kewu's effectiveness over there is limited. Since the liberation of the Five Pulses, it was reorganized into the Chinese Society for the Study of Antiquities, and the connection with Hong Kong has been severed, and it has no influence for decades. The current Hong Kong antiques industry is an out-and-out away game for Wumai.

I thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Can you find a way to restrain Zhong Aihua?" "Let that guy wander around, and maybe at some point he will jump out and make trouble for me. This time, Fang Zhen replied very simply: "His identity is a Hong Kong citizen, and he has not done anything illegal at present, so it is very troublesome to arrest him." He paused and then said, "But if you want medicine or you get caught, that's fine." ”

It seems that the state apparatus is far more powerful than I imagined. This was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me, but I hesitated for a moment and replied that I didn't need to do it for the time being, and that it would be useful to keep him. Fang Zhen let out an "oh" and didn't ask. It was a relief to me, and if he asked me why, I really couldn't come up with any valid reason.

"Then can you find a way to find out the details of Zhong Aihua?" I changed the subject.

Although Zhong Aihua is a Hong Kong citizen, he must have grown up in the mainland in his way of speaking. That kind of taste, you can never imitate it. Fang Zhen said that he would try to check the household registration information.

"I see. I'll tell you as soon as the results are available. I said.

"Be careful." Fang Zhen admonished, his voice on the other end of the phone did not fluctuate, it was like a routine. But I know that he never talks nonsense. I don't know if this sentence of caution refers to being careful with Zhong Aihua, or referring to being careful with medicine.

Putting down the phone, I dialed Huang Kewu's phone number a few times, and only reacted when I heard the prompt, there is no international long-distance service here, and I have to go to the post and telecommunications office to call. I'll just have to go to bed and talk about it tomorrow morning. I thought that these myriad things would make me have a complicated and chaotic dream. But to my surprise, I had no dreams all night and slept until dawn. In fact, since I left Purple Mountain, I haven't been disturbed by nightmares at night.

The next morning, when I opened the door to my room, I suddenly saw something black on the floor. I picked it up and found that it was actually a BP machine, Han Xian's, and there was still a sentence on it: "Dude, just use this, contact at any time." ”

Otherwise, this kid, I don't know what means to use, actually threw such a thing here. The BP machine is one-way, and I passively receive information, which is relatively safe for fugitive drugs. I pinned it to my belt and left the hotel early. As soon as I went out, a group of reporters pounced on me and kept asking all kinds of questions. Luckily, I had already booked a Poussin taxi from Shanghai Travel Automobile before I left. I didn't say a word, and as soon as the car arrived, I immediately got in the car and drove away. Those reporters were not ready to ride, they couldn't catch up, and they were so angry that they screamed.

I drove straight to the Hongkou Post and Telecommunications Bureau, set up an international long-distance business, and then got into the unmanned phone booth and dialed Huang Kewu's phone in Hong Kong.

The phone was quickly answered, and Huang Kewu's voice was still so loud, but full of exhaustion. I said that I was making a wish, and the other side asked, "Did you save Yanyan?" ”

I said that Dai Hexuan had withdrawn the complaint and that she would be released soon. Huang Kewu asked me where I was, and I said in Shanghai. He immediately became angry, unceremoniously reprimanded me, and asked me why I didn't accompany her.

I didn't bother to argue, and when he was tired of scolding, I asked him directly where he got Daqi Tongbao. Huang Kewu said that you are asking why this is the matter, and I finally couldn't hold back my anger: "What else can I do, of course I want to investigate the matter of "Qingming Riverside Map"!" You gave me the Great Qi Tongbao at the beginning, and you didn't make it clear what was going on, which caused me to almost suffer a big loss from Dai Hexuan. Now that the five veins are alive and dead, can you old-timers speak directly, don't hide it, okay! ”

I lost my temper like this, and Huang Kewu was silent for a moment, but he didn't scold back. I heard a sigh from the microphone, and then Huang Kewu said leisurely: "Okay, okay, your kid's wings are stiff, even I dare to scold." I'll tell you, it's not a shame. ”

It turned out that this Daqi Tongbao was bought by Huang Kewu in Shanghai in the 50s. At that time, he was on a business trip to Shanghai, and when he was talking about things at a cultural relics store in Zhabei District, he happened to witness an acquisition.

The person who came to sell things in the cultural relics store was an old man, wearing small round glasses with tortoiseshell legs and a black jacket. He carried two large wooden boxes, one of which was carried by a junior with a flat pole. The old shopkeeper shook his hands and put them on the counter one by one.

Huang Kewu stood aside and watched, knowing why the old shopkeeper's hands were trembling. These people who buy and sell antiques want to give up their own flesh, and it is more uncomfortable than ripping them up. But the environment is there, and they can't choose. At that time, it had been liberated, the whole country was undergoing a major transformation, and the antique industry was not spared. The five veins have to be reorganized, not to mention ordinary antique shops. There are two options for these shops, one is to merge into cultural relics stores, public-private partnerships; The second is to sell everything to cultural relics stores. The old shopkeeper apparently chose the latter.

Huang Kewu swept his eyes, the old shopkeeper brought good goods, the Ming Dynasty Doucai porcelain bottle, the Qing Dynasty's copper furnace Jade Buddha, the Han Dynasty's square seal, the Qin Dynasty's Wadang, and a few paintings and calligraphy, the categories are very miscellaneous, and they can be sold at a good price on the market.

The person in charge of the acquisition was a young man, and the old shopkeeper was very careful, but he didn't take it seriously, and picked it up and looked at it randomly. When the old shopkeeper finished placing a box, the young man took a pen and said that five yuan a piece, a total of twenty pieces, that is, one hundred yuan. The old shopkeeper was anxious at that time, and said comrade, you can't do this, how can cultural relics be quoted like this. The young man rolled his eyelids and said that this is the rule of mine. The old shopkeeper unfolded a painting "swish", saying that this was Sun Kehong's "Dialogue by the Stream", which used to sell for more than 80 silver dollars, and picked up a piece of ink, saying that this was the pine ink inscribed by Cha Shibiao himself, and these two things alone cost more than 200 silver dollars.

The young man was impatient when he heard this, and waved his hand: "That is the old society, and it is all the hard-earned money of the feudal landlords who exploit the working people. Not now. One piece of four pieces, if you want to pay back, only three pieces a piece, you weigh it yourself. The old shopkeeper was so angry that he stomped his foot and said I wouldn't sell it. The young man sneered: "If you don't sell it to the cultural relics store, where else can you sell it?" I'm going to call the other stores right now and ask them to give it at this price. See if you're fast on your feet or my phone is fast. The old shopkeeper stood at the door of the shop and cried loudly.

Huang Kewu couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and scolded the young man. At that time, many of the employees of the cultural relics store were people from the five veins, and Huang Kewu stood up to speak, and the young man immediately did not dare to speak. In the end, the two large wooden box cultural relics of the old shopkeeper finally settled a relatively fair price. The old shopkeeper thanked Huang Kewu for his kindness, and took out a red silk bag from his arms, which contained a copper coin.

When Huang Kewu looked at this copper coin, his eyes suddenly widened, and he recognized that this was the legendary big Qi Tongbao with missing horns. The old shopkeeper put the copper coin in his hand and said that this thing is the treasure of our store and has been kept secret to this day. Now the world has changed, it's useless to keep it, you are a person who knows the goods, you know its value, please accept it, please treat these treasures well, don't waste them. After finishing speaking, the old shopkeeper let the latter support him, and left the cultural relics store in a leisurely manner.

"Which antique shop is this?" I asked.

Huang Kewu said: "I don't remember. But you can ask the young man. ”

"What's your name?"

"His name is Liu Zhanzhan, and he is now the deputy secretary general of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Appreciation Association, and the person in charge of the Liu family in Shanghai."

I was taken aback, I didn't expect that this young man was actually a person from the Five Pulses, and now his status was already so high. I wanted to ask Huang Kewu one more question, but he said he had to go, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

After hanging up the phone, I was a little hesitant. Since the outbreak of the "Qingming Riverside Map", the industry of the five veins has suffered heavy losses all over the country. All of them believed that I was the one who started this catastrophe. The more the media praised me, the more they resisted me. Liu Yiming knew this, so he suggested that I not use the power of the five veins to secretly investigate by myself. Now if I go to Liu Zhan, it is equivalent to disclosing my whereabouts.

But then I thought about it, the reporters must have sent the story, and I had actually been exposed—so there was no need to hide it. At this critical juncture, there is no room for so much concern.

There is a telephone directory here at the post office, and it didn't take much effort for me to find the address of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Appreciation Association, and I immediately rushed there.

Located on Huaihai Road in Huangpu District, this calligraphy and painting appreciation association is a three-storey blue-and-white French-style building that used to be the residence of a British merchant, and the streets are planted with French plane trees on both sides. After I arrived, I told the people in the mailroom to look for Liu Zhan, and then showed my ID card of the Eighth Bureau of Public Security.

This document that Fang Zhen gave me is really convenient. The person in the mailroom looked at the gilded words, didn't say a word, and immediately pointed out the location of Secretary General Liu's office. I got to the office, knocked on the door, and it said please come in. I pushed the door in, and the furnishings in the room were very similar to the style of Liu Yiming's Xiaotangshan villa, elegant and simple, and the calligraphy of these dragons flying and phoenixes dancing on the wall was all signed by some high-level leaders. There are more than a dozen bonsai on the sunny windowsill. A middle-aged man is holding scissors in his hand, burying his head in grooming.

"Hello, I'm making a wish." I'll get straight to the point.

As soon as the middle-aged man heard the name, he immediately turned around. This man's back was meticulously combed, his lips were as thin as two blades, and his face was very fat, but there was not a trace of wrinkles, and he had worked hard to maintain it. He first looked at me deeply, then sat back at the desk, put the scissors back in the drawer, picked up the glasses cloth and wiped the glasses, and let me dry for two minutes before sneering and saying, "Who should I be, it turns out to be a big celebrity." What kind of fake did you find when you came to me? ”

As soon as I heard that, I knew his attitude. When I was recuperating in 301, the people from the five veins almost rushed into the ward and beat me, but this Liu Zhan didn't yell me to get out, which is good. But I don't blame him, the whole society has been cheated by me, and I am ashamed of them.

I swallowed my anger and told me what I meant, saying that I hoped to find out the name of the old shopkeeper, or the name of the business, and it was best to find him himself. Liu Zhanzhan's face became even more gloomy: "Old Man Huang asked you to come over, just to humiliate me with the matter of old rotten grain?" "I hurriedly said that it didn't mean that, I was investigating a particularly important matter, and this information was very crucial.

Liu Zhanzhan sneered: "Of course your affairs are important, the jobs of so many people in the five veins almost let you smash them." If I help you, I'm afraid that if you use it to write an article, you will turn around and hurt me. After speaking, Liu Zhanzhan leaned back in the chair and put his hands on his belly, "I'm sorry, the cultural relics store was decades ago, I don't remember." ”

Sure enough, they are now too wary of me, for fear of saying something and causing some kind of trouble. I sighed secretly and said that this matter was arranged by Mr. Liu, and it was a matter of the safety of the five pulses, if you don't believe it, you can ask him directly.

I thought that if I raised Liu Yiming's name, he would cooperate. But Liu Zhanzhan's eyes narrowed, and he still had a rejecting face: "What are you doing?" Do you scare people with Old Man Liu? Let me tell you, when I was in the antiquities store, I had to deal with a dozen or so acquisitions a day, how could I still think of such a small sesame thing. Even if Mr. Liu came to ask me in person today, I can't remember it. ”

I was speechless for a moment. Whether he wants to get up or not, only he knows, and others have no way at all. Seeing that I was embarrassed, Liu Zhanzhan showed a slight look of pleasure, and he pointed to the door: "You go, don't say that our Liu family bullied you as a hero to fight fakes." ”

This Liu Zhan really didn't give any face, so I had to leave in a huff, thinking that it was really not good, so I would call Liu Ju. The bureaucratic smell of this Liu Zhan is very strong, and Liu Ju will do more to him.

As soon as I got out of the door of the small building, my BP machine rang with a beep. I looked down, and there was a sentence on it: "Go to Liu to fight?" I looked up and looked around, people coming and going, the sycamore trees rustling their leaves, nothing out of the ordinary. But I knew that Yao would have been secretly following me somewhere nearby, but I didn't know if the police would send plainclothes to follow me, so I didn't show up.

Soon the second one came again: "Buy one or two gardenias, a pack of black tea, ten acorns, and go again." ”