When Jiang Fuli went back again, Bai Qian was still squatting at the door.

She put away her umbrella and looked up lazily at the continuous heavy rain, her long hair was casually tied behind her head by the quaint wooden hairpin, and the hair on her forehead was wet with rain and mist, and it fell slightly across her cold white cheeks.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, tempting, hesitating, lonely, unable to find a way home, accidentally intruding into the splashed ink painting.

"You're walking slowly." Bai Qian looked up at him, her eyelashes were black and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fuli returned the phone to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said casually: "I looked at a not-so-smart classmate in your class doing the question." ”

"Who?" Bai Qi got up and followed him outside, the training class was all top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

There's no one who isn't so smart.

She took the phone, and the red ribbon in her right hand reflected the white jade-like wrist, the color was bright and intense.

"Sit in front of you."

Bai Qi: "......?" ”

Legend has it that Ning Xiao, who can be admitted to Jiangjing University this year and is the perennial first and second in the whole school?

He's not very smart?

Jiang Fuli held the umbrella, his fingers were distinct, "Why do you want to show your classmates today?" ”

"Oh, it's divided into groups," Bai Qian said lazily, "in a group of four, I'll copy one for the other three teammates." ”

Jiang Fuli squinted slightly.

While the two were talking, when they arrived at the milk tea shop, Ming Dongheng accompanied Jiang He to squat at the door of the milk tea shop.

Jiang He was still slowly turning the seventh-order five-Rubik's cube, the seventh-order five-Rubik's cube was a round ball, with twelve faces, and the quick-twisting formula was many and complicated, but Jiang Fuli was too simple to write him the formula, he could only recover it by memory.

So his movements were miserable for Jiang Fuli, and Jiang Fuli gently looked away.

Jiang He: "......"

He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang and left.

Bai Qian went to pull his collar and pinched his face: "What are you doing?" ”

Jiang He grabbed the corner of her clothes, and didn't look at Jiang Fuli anyway.

Seeing Jiang Fu leaving, Ming Dongheng got up and followed him, handing him the red invitation in his hand, "Chen Ju bought an invitation letter on the black market, and the auction will start at seven o'clock in the evening after the auction." ”

"Are you sure it's the authentic handiwork of Liang Zewen's apprentice?" Jiang Fuli put the umbrella aside, stretched out his hand to take the invitation, and was cold.

"Definitely, but who exactly comes from will have to wait for the auction to be announced."

Jiang Fuli nodded, leaned against the sofa in the corner, and put the invitation on the table casually, "What questions did you leave today?" ”

Bai Qian handed him the title and looked at the familiar invitation—

Because Zhang Shize took it to play table tennis, there was an obvious depression in the middle.

She: "......"

"Don't send this answer to your classmates first," Jiang Fuli finished analyzing with her, picked up the pen, and wrote down another question, unable to hear the emotion in a faint tone, "Let them think for themselves first." ”

**

When Bai Qi returned, the rain gradually became lighter.

Today, it is still Ji Shaorong waiting for her at the mouth of the alley.

When she went back, Ji Heng's courtyard was lit, and Ji Heng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man in the middle hall.

There was also a nice gift on the table.

It is Ren Qian's secretary general.

"Miss Bai is back," saw Bai Qi, and the secretary general got up to say goodbye, "That's it, Mr. Ji, we have a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow." ”

Obviously, he pinched the point where Bai Qi came back before leaving.

After the others left, Ji Shaorong frowned: "Dad, I'll just go and tell the Ren family, and although the police force in Xiangcheng has increased, it may not be able to ......."

"Don't interfere, I'll ask myself." Ji Heng shook his head.

Bai Qian sat on the side, holding his chin in his hand and waiting for them to finish talking.

Ji Heng lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, in the smoke, Bai Qian was looking at him for a moment: "......"

"Ah," Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up and walked out directly: "I remembered that I also stewed ginger soup for Ah Qian, I'll go see if it's okay." ”

On a rainy Saturday day, Bai Qian and Jiang He read books in the library for another day.

They all had something to do on Sunday night.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Bai Qian came back from the library, Ren's car stopped on time to pick her up at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

"Miss Bai," the driver got out of the car and opened the back door, "Your grandfather and our husband went to the auction house, and Mr. Ren asked me to wait for you here, do you want to go?" ”

Bai Qian raised his eyes and asked lazily, "Auction house?" ”

"Yes, there are auction items of Liang Zewen's disciple today, and your grandfather has also gone."

Bai Qian stopped in place for a long time before nodding.

The driver glanced at her, unsurprised.

Bai Qian sat in the back, put his wrist loosely on his knees, opened the vocabulary app on his mobile phone and began to memorize English words.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and was a little surprised, he knew that this was the Ji family.

But she didn't expect that it was the first time she sat in a business car of this level that she was not cramped at all.

The car slowly drove into the intersection of Blackwater Street.

At the entrance again, the driver respectfully handed over an official document, and the other party let him go, and the driver looked at the rearview mirror and explained, "You need a pass to come here, especially if there is an auction today, not everyone can come in." ”

Bai Qian was memorizing words, and he didn't even raise his head.

The White Tiger Auction House is at the end of Heishui Street, and from a distance, I saw a twenty-meter-high stone white tiger lying majestically at the door of the auction hall.

There was a queue of people at the entrance.

The driver's car couldn't drive in, so he parked the car there far away, "Miss Bai, you go to line up first, and when Mr. Ren and them go in first, someone will pick you up at the entrance." ”

Bai Qian got out of the car and walked into the crowd with headphones on.

Mao Kun held a cigarette in his hand and stood at the entrance of the auction hall to prevent anyone from making trouble.

He has yellow hair, a fierce spirit, and is famous for his murder on this street, especially recently I heard that the poisonous scorpion broke and it was all related to him.

Blackwater Street is very famous for the poisonous scorpions that can be beaten, and can bring down poisonous scorpions, this Mao Kun is not an ordinary person at first glance.

His notoriety spread far and wide, and even the people in the arena were in awe of him.

Today's auction will face global VIPs, and he will be brought to this town by his godfather.

The others who knew him wanted to be three meters away from him.

He rolled his eyes and saw the white spurs in the crowd.

Mao Kun's eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly stood up straight and walked into the crowd.

"Whoa—"

A group of wealthy businessmen who were lined up hurriedly dispersed.

"Sister," Mao Kun walked to Bai Qian's side and touched his head innocently, "Aren't you not coming?" How to squeeze with this group of people, I'll take you in from behind. ”

Mao Kun took Bai Qi to enter through the VIP passage at the back.

The White Tiger Auction House is very large, the whole is circular, from top to bottom three floors, the first and second floors are ordinary boxes, and the third floor is a special box.

Knowing that the Ren family's box was on the first floor, Mao Kun accompanied her to the first floor, the box on the first floor was very small, only a table and a few wooden chairs, he was not very satisfied with the environment, and frowned: "Sister, I'll help you change to the third floor?" ”

Bai Qian found a chair by the window and sat down, her elbows lazily supporting the windowsill, she was wearing a gradient blue wide-sleeved top today, the light blue disc buckle was neatly buttoned, and when her hand was raised, her white wrist was exposed, and the red wristband was loosely tied.

Sit down, and the long skirt covers the entire chair.

"No, you don't." She leaned on the windowsill casually, her apricot eyes drooping slightly, and she couldn't hide her beauty when she lifted it.

Mao Kun didn't dare to look at it anymore, he asked people to serve tea, and asked Bai Qi to find him directly if he had something, so he went out of the town again.

It's close to seven o'clock.

There is a sound of entry on the first floor.

Outside the door, Ren Qian walked at the front, and beside him was Ji Heng, and the two walked towards the box while talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhi walked last.

"It's been seven years, and I may not be able to find ......" Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng, and the secretary general helped them push open the door of the box, and Ren Qian's words suddenly stopped.

In the small box, someone had already arrived first.

Behind him, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhi also stopped, and Ren Wanxuan was even more incredible, "Why did you arrive first?" ”

Entering the White Tiger Auction House had to go through a strict queuing security check, they came early, but they also waited for nearly two hours to come in, who knew that as soon as they came in, they saw Bai Qian sitting by the window.

Bai Qian was memorizing words, pressing the phone screen carelessly with one hand, and when she heard the voice, she tilted her head lazily, "Grandpa." ”

After a pause, he greeted Ren Qian politely.

Didn't get up the whole time.

Ren Wanxuan looked at her rude appearance, and then looked at Ji Heng sitting like this, she couldn't help but sit next to Chen Zhu, holding her eyes, and slowly spit out two words: "Vulgar." ”

She is a good learner of etiquette, and she has always looked down on the vulgar behavior of the Ji family.

Chen Zhu didn't say anything, and the auction started on time at seven o'clock, and the first auction item was a rubellite.

The beautiful and elegant auctioneer displayed the rubellite in the glass equipment, "Collectible grade rubellite, 106 carats, starting price 2 million." ”

There is no shortage of money for people who come here, and soon the price will reach 3 million.

Ren Qian, who had been talking to Ji Heng, finally stopped, and beside him, the secretary general pressed the bidding, "3.5 million." ”

After finishing speaking, he explained with a smile: "Miss Wanxuan is about to have her birthday, and Mr. Ren instructed me to keep an eye on an item for her birthday." ”

When he was talking, he suddenly saw Bai Qi, and the secretary general suddenly coughed again and stopped talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhi sat on the side, the two of them also came to the auction house for the first time, they couldn't be quiet, they were studying the things in the auction hall everywhere, and when they heard the voice of the secretary general, Ren Wanxuan didn't care, "Why do you keep buying these, I haven't worn the last time I bought them." ”

The secretary general smiled and said no more, "Naturally, I want it." ”

“700。” A dull voice rang out from the third floor.

Hearing this voice, Bai Qian couldn't help but glance towards the third floor.

How do you look so much like paramecium.

The price was pulled from 500 to 7 million at once.

7 million, which is not particularly expensive for collectible grade rubellite.

But it has exceeded Ren's estimate, and the Secretary-General looked at Ren Qian as if asking.

Ren Qian shook his head, "Forget it, the VIP on the third floor, there shouldn't be anyone fighting anymore." ”

They don't have the capital to compete with them.

Rubellite was taken down by the third floor.

The auction items were one after another, and Bai Qi didn't care anymore, and the box on the third floor didn't make a sound.

In the middle, Ren Qian took another painting of calligraphy.

Until the last auction item appeared, everyone, including Ji Heng, sat up straight and looked at the auction table intently.

Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.

Half past nine.

The tall auctioneer in a long Chinese dress smiled elegantly: "I know why everyone is here, believe me, this finale auction will not disappoint you." ”

As she spoke, she reached out and picked up the red cloth behind her back.

A carefully maintained framed inscription appeared in front of everyone, it was a wanton poem-

[The veteran's soul is home, and he is drunk today.

The long pavilion is ten miles short, and the cold armor and blood are difficult to cool.

This went the wrong way, and Qingying entered the temple.

The spear leans against the waves, and the pen is sharp.

- "Long Pavilion: Sending the Army"]

There are not many words in this poem, but each word is pressed slowly, the Tibetan front is dense, the straight is straight, the line of writing is free and elegant after three points, and the words jump on the paper, and the vitality seems to have the temperature of life.

Behind her, Ren Wanxuan said in a daze: "Qingying entered the temple...... It turns out that this is the beam body. ”

No one felt the rush of life more than the auctioneer, and for a moment, she seemed to see a woman dressed in white spilling ink and writing in one fell swoop.

"Because the font is Liang style, and the payment is also Liang Zewen's private seal, our auction house thought it was Liang's handwriting," the auctioneer took a deep breath, she withdrew her emotions, and said with a positive color, "Later, after historians' identification, this poem was written by Bai Chongyu's sister when he was in the army." We all know that the god of history Bai Chongyu, he was fifteen in the Yuan and eighteen in the Yuan, after the death of his father, at the age of 20, he abandoned the pen from Rong and went to the battlefield with a gun, and his sister hoped that he could go home safely and then write in front of the temple. Later, because he didn't come back, she wanted to throw this painting, but according to historical records, it was picked up by her teacher, and it can be said that Liang Zewen left us this only ink treasure, which is very historical collection......"

The auctioneer was still talking.

In the box, Bai Qi's chin rested on the windowsill, quietly looking at the almost yellowed framed lettering.

The authentic works from thousands of years ago have been preserved until now, and it seems that they can glimpse the wind and snow of thousands of years ago through the words.

When I heard the starting price of 50 million: "......"

looked a little too serious, so that Ji Heng called her several times and she didn't hear it.

Ren Qian had a good impression of Bai Qian, and when he saw her stunned at the words, he smiled, his voice was surprised, "Classmate Bai, do you also have research on Liang Ti?" How many pictures do you think this painting will eventually be photographed? ”

Hearing Ren Qian's words, Ren Wanxuan also came back to her senses, and she squinted at Bai Qi.

I don't understand why Ren Qian asked Bai Qian this question, where does the Ji family seem to be able to study Liang Ti.

Bai Qian turned her head sideways, she withdrew her gaze to look at the framed words, and lazily recited the words again, "This piece of writing is not strong enough, she was young when she wrote it, her wrist strength was not practiced enough, and the starting price was too high." ”

"The starting price is too high?" Ren Wanxuan was originally unhappy because Ren Qian valued Bai Qian very much, and invited the Ji family to the auction house, but Bai Qian still pretended to know everything, and now even Liang Zewen's apprentice dared to comment casually, "Do you know who she is?" Not to mention her other achievements, half of the calligraphy world is her fan, even if you practice this kind of character for a hundred years, you can't reach one-tenth, and your wrist strength is not enough, can you go back and read more books if you don't understand? ”