Zhou Xiaotong seemed to have seen through it, reached out to take the flowers from Liu Heng's hand, and led them to the living room.

After pouring tea for the two, she went to get busy, Wang Quanquan paced and admired the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, while Liu Heng looked restless.

A moment later, an elderly voice sounded from behind:

"You're Xiaotong's classmates, aren't you?"

Wang Quanquan turned around, and I don't know when there was a kind old lady in the living room.

Liu Heng stood up straight, his face full of nervousness.

This kid really thinks he's the new son-in-law.

Wang Quanquan nodded slightly and said:

"Hello Professor Sun, I am a student of Qingwen College, Wang Quanquan."

"You're the king?"

The old lady looked him up and down carefully, and Liu Heng next to him interjected:

"Hello grandma, I'm Liu Heng from the School of Economics and Business."

The old man was a little stumbling when he heard him speak, and said with a smile:

"Don't be nervous, coming here is like coming home."

After speaking, he looked at the royal authority again.

"Do you have a study of calligraphy and painting?"

"It's not about research, it's about interest at best."

"I just saw you stop in front of a word for a long time, that was Xiaotong's grandfather's favorite during his lifetime, I have never been able to see the famous hall, you explain it to me?"

Wang Quanquan knew what the other party was talking about, turned to face the wall, and said slowly:

Although the font is vigorous, it lacks a bit of muscle, and it is really not worth mentioning in front of these famous masters, and it can even be said to be a little immature.

In the opinion of the younger generations, it is either from a novice who has just practiced calligraphy, or a woman's family forcibly imitates men's penmanship, and looks at the paper, which has been stored for at least 40 years. ”

Speaking of this, the old lady's face was already a little gloomy, and Wang Quanquan immediately guessed something, and the point stopped:

"That's all I can see."

"This old guy, no wonder he is always in a daze at calligraphy and painting, he sits all afternoon, and he is thinking about his good friends when he was young."

The old lady, who has been teaching for decades and has always been kind, actually counted her deceased wife in front of the two juniors.

Wang Quanquan and Liu Heng glanced at each other when they saw this, and said in their hearts that they didn't eat but ate a melon first.

The old lady quickly realized that she had lost her temper, and smiled apologetically at the two of them:

"Let you laugh at it, it's all old accounts from your youth."

The two nodded in understanding.

After chatting for a while, Zhou Xiaotong walked in and called them to eat, Liu Heng's ears were sharp, and he was the first to hear the footsteps, and stood at the base of the wall early to nod and shake his head for a while at the calligraphy and painting, looking like something was wrong.

After the woman left with the old lady in her arms, Wang Quanquan stepped forward and said:

"Don't pretend, the whole room is just this one print you have seen, your eyes are really poisonous."

"I'm criticizing its vulgarity in my heart."

"That's Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface"."

“……”

When the two came to the dining room, the Zhou family had already sat down, and Zhou's mother didn't come because she was busy with business.

Zhou Xiaotong's father is in his early forties, with a thin figure, wearing a pair of eyes, and looks like a gentleman, which is similar to what the two guessed.

After a brief greeting, everyone sat down one by one.

The Zhou family is a scholarly family, abiding by the principle of "eating without saying anything", and there is little language communication during meals.

The two young people followed the local customs, only buried their heads in eating, and even deliberately controlled the sound of chewing.

After a full meal, the two should go back, and then Zhou Xiaotong proposed to take them somewhere.

According to Liu Heng's urine, he naturally agreed without hesitation, and was about to go out when he took out the key, but Zhou Xiaotong stopped him and said that the place was not far away, and he would arrive in a few steps.

The three of them left Zhou's house, turned around in the alley for a while, and soon came to a row of warehouses.

Seeing that the two of them were puzzled, Zhou Xiaotong explained:

"Classmate Wang saved me, I should express my gratitude, I heard that my grandmother said that you are interested in calligraphy and painting, so I brought it over to have a look.

Inside are grandpa's treasures over the years, the family doesn't understand, a brain piled up here, I will occasionally come over to pick one or two and take it back to practice, if Wang has the right eye, just take it away. ”

"Oh, that's embarrassing."

Wang Quanquan said with his mouth, but his body came to the door very honestly, and the meaning could not be more obvious.

Zhou Xiaotong didn't expect him to have such a scoundrel side, and smiled and took out the key to unlock the door.

The roller shutter door was lifted, and as the other party said, there were a bunch of scrolls in it, a small part was placed on the table, and some were piled directly in the box and stuffed into the corner, pressing one layer at a time.

In addition, there are many unopened four treasures of the study, which are worth a lot just by looking at the packaging.

Wang Quanquan casually picked up a picture scroll and unfolded it, the paper was less than two or three hundred years, and he said with a slight stagnation:

"Liu Heng, this warehouse can't be exchanged for your villa."

"Do you mean my three-hundred-square-meter villa with five bedrooms, two living rooms, two kitchens and three bathrooms?"

"Fuck off, I'll just say that."

The king does want to help him, but this guy is always self-defeating.

"These things are really terrible in the warehouse, not to mention insects and rats, the moisture alone is so heavy, I'm afraid it will rot in a few years."

Wang Quanquan looked distressed.

"Grandpa regarded calligraphy and painting as treasures when he was alive, and grandma always seemed to have an opinion, and after he died, things were moved here."

Zhou Xiaotong is not distressed, but she is a student, and she really has no way to influence the decision of her family.

Wang Quanquan suddenly turned his head at this time and said to Liu Heng:

"You say you have a villa?"

"It's a five-bedroom, two-living room ......"

"Gotta get it!" Wang Quanquan hurriedly interrupted him, "How about vacating a room for calligraphy and painting?" ”

As he spoke, he winked at the other party, and Liu Heng immediately understood, and said with a straight face:

"It is incumbent upon our generation to protect cultural heritage!"

Wang Quanquan smiled and looked at Zhou Xiaotong.

"Classmate Zhou, look at this proposal, move the things to Liu Heng's house, I will classify them, make a detailed list, tell him what you need, and he will send it to you according to the order."

"That's too troublesome for classmate Liu..."

"Don't bother, don't bother, don't hide from classmate Zhou, Liu is actually a person who loves calligraphy and painting, but how low-key is it, you don't know, if you want to say that I like ...... the most"

Wang Quanquan put his arm on his shoulder and interrupted:

"Liu Heng is helpful, these are obvious to everyone, and Zhou can rest assured that he will be handed over."

After speaking, his eyes squinted at him, and the other party honestly shut up.

In the end, the three of them called a truck, stuffed it to the brim, and sent it to the house on the outskirts of Liu Heng.

……

It was night, on the second floor of the villa, the king was enjoying the paintings and calligraphy.

After all, he still underestimated Old Man Zhou, and there were a lot of paintings by everyone in it.

"Liu Fatzi, I was wrong in the afternoon, exchanging the villa for calligraphy and painting, but it is far from enough."

Liu Heng sat in the pile of scrolls, and said with a helpless face:

"It's almost twelve o'clock, when are we going to sort it out?"

"Heh, didn't you say that you love calligraphy and painting, how long has it been annoying?"

"It's not like you don't know I'm pretending."

"If you're tired, go to sleep, I'm not leaving tonight."

"Yes, you're busy."

Soon after Liu Heng left, Wang Quanquan pulled out a scroll from the mountain of calligraphy and paintings and slowly unfolded it.

Inside is a portrait of an emperor, with a column of inscriptions in block letters on the right side:

Painted in August of the first year of Emperor Wujing.

Looking at the emperor in the picture scroll, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of Wang Quanquan's mouth.

…… (End of chapter)