April 2003.

A nervous Chinese lady hurriedly walked into the New York International Airport with a black travel bag.

"If you have a lot of dreams at night, you will leave with your things immediately."

"Promise him, don't bargain with him, and return to China as soon as the baby arrives......"

Because of these few words, the lady didn't dare to close her eyes for a minute on the way back.

I hugged my travel bag tightly all the time.

Seeing her fidgeting appearance, the two flight attendants came over worriedly and asked several times.

Where did they know that the reason why this lady didn't dare to close her eyes was entirely because she was guarding the three volumes of "Wang Xizhi" in her arms.

She is Wang Limei, director of the State Administration of Cultural Relics and Foreign Affairs.

And what she will hold in her arms is the Northern Song Dynasty Guozi Jian "Chunhua Pavilion Post" that was lost overseas.

……

If you ask in China: Who is the godfather of antiques in China?

Even if a multi-party debate were to be initiated, nothing would come of it.

But if you inquire in the international market, you will immediately get an answer: Ellsworth.

Ironically, this Chinese-sounding name is not Chinese.

It's an authentic Mi Guoyan.

This rice guy is also the object of Director Wang Limei's transnational transaction.

According to Ellsworth's original words, the $4.5 million offer for "Wang Xizhi" is completely a friendly price for China.

Interestingly, as early as 1996, someone suggested that the Palace Museum have a similar deal.

Let the national treasure "Chunhua Pavilion Post" return to the motherland.

But in 1996, Ellsworth said that he would not accept transactions, only exchanges.

After some discussion, the two sides agreed to exchange the 6th, 7th, and 8th volumes of "Wang Xizhi" of the "Chunhua Pavilion Post" with the three strings of court beads of the old Bo.

But when An Siyuan arrived at Gubo with the baby, he said that he didn't look at Gubo's three strings of pearls.

Then, in the exhibition hall of the old museum, I ordered a jade and a piece of Ming Dynasty furniture.

It's a pity that although Ellsworth is shrewd, the experts of Sobo are not stupid.

After counting each other's hearts, the deal fell through without surprise.

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Back in late 1979, Ellsworth, who was far away in New York, knocked on a back door.

After that, I received a notice that I was allowed to visit the WG Art Warehouse.

In the first month of 1980, the "godfather of Chinese antiques" and "the king of furniture in the Ming Dynasty" of the United States ...... It's time to come to China!

And the expert who will be with him in the future: Comrade Qigong.

At this meeting, he was standing in Dayabao Hutong with another old expert, Zhu Jiaming.

"Yongyu, is your cousin up?"

Huang Yongyu, who was brushing his teeth, glanced out through the windowpane.

With a mouthful of white foam, he grunted: "I don't know if he gets up or not, you have to go to his house and ask." ”

There was no need for him to remind them, Qi Gong and Zhu Jiajun had already gone straight to Shen Congwen's house.

The sentence I talked to Huang Yongyu was just a smooth remark when passing by.

Huang Yongyu saw the two of them smiling, pushed open the window and asked, "What good things have happened, look at the two of you happy." ”

After saying that, he hurried out to join in the fun.

Shen Congwen got up.

Not only did they get up, but they were also surrounded.

Qi Gong grabbed one of his arms: "Think about it again, who else did you mention this to yesterday?" ”

Zhu Jiajun: "Don't think about Zhou Ruchang, he was sitting in the hospital with us at that time." ”

Huang Yongyu still couldn't believe it: "You two are not mistaken, it is really not a single room, it is a cadre ward?" ”

"It's written on the door," Zhu Jiajun pointed upward: "No matter how bad the two of us are, we still know each other." ”

Qi Gong, like Shen Congwen, always has a smiling group face on weekdays: "Besides, the two deans of the North Hospital have already come to the ward in person, can the treatment be bad?" ”

"Obedient," Huang Yongyu shook his head with emotion: "Uncle Cousin, did you want to figure it out, who did you call?" ”

"No," Shen Congwen still maintained a confused look: "Just you guys, could it be Shixiang?" Maybe he went back last night to ask for a relationship? ”

"Pull it down," Huang Yongyu waved his hand: "He's not as good as Ling now!" ”

"Well," Qi Gong also agreed: "In my opinion, the relationship between this person must be unusual, you two didn't see the battle at that time." ”

"A crowd of people came in,"

Zhu Jiajun, who once shared the stage with Mei Lanfang, started to play: "Everyone is dressed in a white hexagram, and the two who start are not ordinary people at a glance." ”

"If you don't look at it, you know that it's not an ordinary person," Qi Gong said, "The dean of that corridor called you for nothing?" ”

Shen Congwen stretched out his fingers: "The two deans? ”

"No!"

"Otherwise, why are we in a hurry to inquire with you......"

Shen Congwen and Huang Yongyu looked at each other, and they both saw that they didn't know anything from each other's eyes.

"By the way," Zhu Jiajun then remembered and asked: "This year, why didn't Shixiang ask us to go to his house for dinner?" ”

For Wang Shixiang, who became a family by playing anything, learning to be a chef is all about the standard of imperial cooking.

So in the past, every time there was a New Year's holiday, he would ask a group of people to bring food stamps to his place to eat.

At the beginning, these Hongru loved to gather in Zhang Boju's house.

Later, because of a common hobby, it was changed to a team building in Wang Shixiang's house.

But their children prefer to drill into Huang Yongyu's house.

Because his family had dogs, cats, monkeys, hedgehogs, tortoises, magpies, parrots, and sika deer......

However, this year is a special case.

"A few days ago, he just released a batch of furniture," Huang Yongyu, a close neighbor, revealed: "I have been at home for the past two days!" ”

Zhu Jia's heart moved: "The batch of the Ming Dynasty? ”

Shen Congwen nodded: "He doesn't have any other dynasties!" ”

"Let's go," Zhu Jiajun didn't inquire about any cadre wards: "Come with me and have a look." ”

"Where?" Huang Yongyu has other plans: "I still want to go to the hospital to see Mr. Zhang!" ”

"Let's take a look at Xiangna first," Qi Gong also wanted to go: "Then go to the hospital together." ”

"Yes, when the time comes, we will go together," Zhu Jiajun said: "You haven't seen the cadre's ward, it's really clean and bright." ”

Qi Gong agreed: "There are also a pair of sofas." ”

……

The four old intellectuals walked out together.

When Huang Yongyu passed by the door, he didn't forget to enter the house and wear a hat.

Wang Shixiang's Fangjiayuan Hutong is not far from Dayabao Hutong.

The old ones chatted and chatted all the way...... It didn't take long to reach the destination.

Wang Shixiang, who wore a pair of sleeves, was busy stacking furniture in the house.

looked at the red sandalwood, ebony, and huanghuali scattered in the yard......

The eyes of several old comrades were too busy.

When Wang Shixiang saw his old guys, how happy he was: "You guys came just in time, hurry up and help with the handle." ”

"Gotcha,"

Among these people is Huang Yongyu, who is in the prime of life: "It's not good to stay at home on the second day of the Lunar New Year, so I'm here to help." ”

Let's take a look at the others:

Qi Yongzheng's ninth grandson, Qi Baishi's disciple, the old Bo commissioner, Gong,

Zhu Zhu Xi's 25th grandson, father and son, are both Forbidden City Commissioners,

These two appraisal specialists do some tinkering work when they have nothing to do in the unit on weekdays.

Those who piggyback on their hands will also squat down and hug a handful of weeds between the bricks.

Therefore, the commissioners, who often wore a pair of navy blue sleeves, naturally joined the ranks of the working people.

Only the oldest Shen Congwen unhurriedly found a circle chair with Huanghuali and sat down: "It's really a good thing!" ”

After speaking, he looked up at the old people in front of him.

Oh, except for Huang Yongyu, the other three are all people with "case records"!

Wang Shixiang, Zhu Jiajun and Zhang Boju, like to buy some cultural relics and donate them to the country.

Although, during the period of great strides and declines, their achievements were not appreciated: where did their ancestors get their money?

But think about it carefully, why do these people who received a lot of good things before and after liberation still get poorer and poorer?

Which thing in Zhang Boju's hand can be compared to the Mi Guoyan An Siyuan?

The reason for this is not because they only donate but do not sell, compared with most of the same period:

They are, the blessings of the ancestors are not less, the money of the Anti-Japanese War is not less, the country is not less loved, and the hardships are not less;

And the other gentlemen are: the war has not been less wealthy, the blessings of the ancestors have not been less, the blessings have not been less, and the blessings have not been less......

So, when the other people didn't spit out, pinch the point back home.

These old people are working together to carry furniture in Wang Shixiang's courtyard!

"You can't pile up so many of these three small bungalows," Huang Yongyu looked at the red sandalwood and huanghuali stacked on top of each other...... I couldn't help frowning.

"Next to it is someone's kitchen," Shen Congwen sat far away and saw the whole thing: "If you are not careful, you have a room full of good things, just stew with meat." ”

It's okay not to mention it, but listening to this pair of uncles and nephews, Wang Shixiang is even more worried.

The courtyard house with 10 families was originally his, but now it has become a miscellaneous courtyard.

It's getting more and more complicated.

Five small kitchens were built against the walls of his house, and not to mention the oil smoke, there was also a fire.

"For this, I went to the Cultural Relics Administration the day before yesterday."

Wang Shixiang, who was standing on the ladder, lifted the last round stool and rested it on the top of the furniture pile.

Then, he turned his head to look at the circle chair under Shen Congwen's buttocks.

Qi Gong and Zhu Jiajun, who had confirmed their eyes, both walked over and set up Shen Congwen.

Shen Congwen, who didn't care at all, said with concern: "What did the comrades from the Cultural Relics Bureau say? ”

Wang Shixiang: "They couldn't solve it, so they only sent me two fire extinguishers." ”

"Tut-tut, you've got something to do now." Huang Yongyu knew where Wang Shixiang's furniture came from, and once rode a bicycle to accompany him through the streets.

At that time, not to mention that the common people did not know the goods, even the awakened cultural relics dealers did not have this awareness.

If you want to say that Wang Shixiang was still at the home of a returned friend, he fell in love with a Ming Dynasty confession at first sight, and then played with the collection of Ming Dynasty furniture.

This game has become a school of thought.

In 1985, Wang Shixiang, who became a family by playing anything, successfully published an atlas about Ming Dynasty furniture "Ming Dynasty Furniture Appreciation".

In the 80s, a book cost more than 100 yuan, and it immediately became a dream love letter for a group of enthusiasts.

When Ma Weidu accompanied Wang Shixiang to an antique village in Shanxi to collect antiques, he found that every household had a copy of "Ming Dynasty Furniture Appreciation" on their bedside.

Buyers and sellers have all become his students, and each is studying hard.

"When I have time, I want to submit an application to the relevant departments," Wang Shixiang stood with several old gentlemen:

"I want to donate all this furniture, so that if I can have a place to put it properly, I can sleep well."

"You dispel this idea as soon as possible," Zhu Jiajun urged vigorously, "Have you forgotten the batch of furniture I donated a few years ago?" ”

In 1976, I was confronted with antiquities dealers who often squatted day and night in front of my house.

After discussing with his three elder brothers, Zhu Jiaming donated a batch of cultural relics to the Cultural Relics Bureau.

For what kind of calligraphy and painting, jars...... The Cultural Heritage Bureau extended a warm welcome.

But in the face of the furniture of the Ming Dynasty, which has not yet gained momentum, the Cultural Relics Bureau said that there is really no suitable display location.

Even the unit warehouse said that there was no room for it.

After repeated coordination, the Cultural Relics Bureau decided to send the furniture to the Chengde Summer Resort.

But during the transportation of this batch of precious Ming Dynasty furniture, the truck driver unloaded all the furniture on the car in order to pull personal work.

After being dumped in the yard of a farmhouse, I ran to haul coal a few times.

It was five days before the driver returned to reload the furniture and send it to the summer resort.

Due to the brutal and rough loading and unloading actions up and down, the whole vehicle furniture has caused wear, fracture, and falling apart......

More, even a corpse is gone.

For this reason, Zhu Jiajun felt distressed like something.

Originally, it was because I was afraid that the cultural relics would be scattered among the people, so I handed them over to the state, but I didn't expect to be able to escape the scattered end.

"I've thought about this too,"

Wang Shixiang's brows tightened: "But apart from them, who can provide a decent place for these furniture?" ”

After speaking, he looked up at Huang Yongyu.

Huang Yongyu immediately said: "I know that your house is not as spacious as your house!" ”

"Look at you're worried about that,"

Wang Shixiang didn't pay attention to him at all: "Did you mention the matter of my book to that little friend in Pujiang later?" ”

"Forget to clean it," Huang Yongyu knocked his pipe: "I'm thinking about the cadre's ward!" ”

Wang Shixiang: "What cadre ward?" ”

"By the way," Shen Congwen remembered: "Shixiang, did you solve Brother Cong Bi's cadre ward?" ”

"You really lift me up," Wang Shixiang smiled, but then: "What?" Brother Boju's single room has been solved? ”

Zhu Jiajun nodded: "Not only has it been solved, but it has also been transferred to the cadre building." ”

"Is this true?" Wang Shixiang was surprised: "No, how do you know?" ”

"When we changed rooms last night, we were there," Qi Gong said, "The two directors of the hospital are all here, and they personally see Brother Cong Bi." ”

Wang Shixiang: "My God, which way is this helping by the immortals?" ”

Shen Congwen: "It's a pity, I didn't see this with my own eyes." ”

Huang Yongyu: "Then what are we waiting for, hurry up and meet us!" ”

A word woke up a courtyard.

A group of old friends collectively moved in the direction of Peking University Hospital.

At this moment, small snowflakes floated in the sky of Yanjing City.

Looking at their messy appearance in the wind, they really have a bit of the momentum of bravely going to the end of the world.

……

In the corridor of the Gaogan ward of Building 6, five old friends walked together.

At the door of one of the wards, Zhu Jiajun stopped: "Is this it?" ”

Qi Gong nodded: "Isn't this written with Zhang Boju's name?" ”

Zhu Jiajun just wanted to unscrew the door lock, and suddenly a voice came from the house: "What, the dragon chair in the Taihe Hall is fake?" ”

A few people outside the door were stunned, and then looked at Zhu Jiawei.

I saw Zhu Jiajun with a slightly kind smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

"Look,"

As soon as he saw the comer, Zhang Boju, who was lying on the hospital bed, smiled even deeper: "Said Cao Cao Cao arrived, the party came." ”

In the spacious, bright, clean and quiet high-level ward, it is good to look anywhere.

Especially pleasing to the eye, you have to count the two deans sitting on the sofa.

"Why are you all here?" From Zhang Boju's voice, it can be heard that he slept soundly last night.

"Can we not come here if you are here!" Wang Shixiang and Huang Yongyu both stepped forward.

After some concern, I was relieved.

Although Zhang Lao's eyes are still cloudy and his eye sockets are still deep, it is still quite good to look at his spirit.

Especially the voice of speaking, although I will cough a few times from time to time, but the middle qi is obviously sufficient:

"Let me introduce to you, these two are President Hu and President Ma of the hospital," after speaking, he changed his hand:

"They are my old friends, Shen Congwen from the Institute of History, Qi Gong, Zhu Jiajun, and Wang Shixiang from the Palace Museum, this is ......"

"The contemptible surname is Huang," Huang Yongyu, who has not yet been appointed as the vice chairman of the Artists Association, took the initiative to introduce himself: "There is no need to introduce more." ”

"Xiao Huang's painting is very good," Zhang Boju smiled at the two deans: "The first zodiac stamp of our country was painted by him." ”

After listening to his introduction, the two directors suddenly felt that the ward was full of light.

The others didn't know that Shen Congwen's name had still been heard.

The person who can call him a brother and brother must not be simple.

In particular, I listened to two short stories in the first place.

"It seems,"

Dean Hu nodded at everyone: "Old Zhang's friend is not an ordinary person!" ”

Shen Congwen: "General. ”

Zhu Jiajun: "Very average. ”

"The fake dragon chair of the Taihe Hall I just mentioned," Zhang Boju smiled and pointed at Zhu Jiajun: "He found it." ”

"Oh?"

The two deans looked at Zhu Jiajun together: "How did you find out about what no one found out for so long?" ”

Nature knows how to give.

Just before they entered the house, the old man Zhang Boju presented some very interesting secrets to the two deans who had come to visit them in their busy schedules.

The Hu Courtyard and the Horse Courtyard, which had been working intensely for several days, got a moment of relaxation.

"If you want to talk about this, it's a coincidence," Zhu Jiajun said with a smile: "That year, I was jointly responsible for repairing the cultural relics of the Forbidden City with several experts, and Comrade Qigong was also ...... at that time."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Zhu Jiajun had a lot to say.

But the old people who came with them were obviously not interested in these Chen Guzi.

They will be more interested in the behind-the-scenes operators of the high-level ward.

While they were silently investigating, there was a sudden knock on the door of the ward.

Then, a young comrade wearing a blue Type 74 naval uniform walked in: "Report to the chief, this is a fruit sent to you, please check it." ”

Facing the naval soldiers who suddenly stood beside the bed, Zhang Boju was nervous and almost sweating: "Thank you, thank you." ”

Except for "thank you", he really didn't dare to say a word.

After the little soldier walked out of the ward straight, the elders surrounded him.

Looking at the basket of fruits resting on the bedside table, Zhang Boju's wife sighed sincerely: "What a beautiful fruit!" ”

She hadn't seen her in years.

Shen Congwen nodded: "It's fresh when you look at it." ”

Wang Shixiang said: "These fruits are not very easy to buy now. ”

Qi Gong's eyes were sharp: "Look, there is a letter in the fruit basket." ”

Zhang Boju: "Hurry up and see who sent it." ”

Qi Gong quickly opened it and took a look: "I wish Mr. Zhang Boju a speedy recovery of his health......"

Looking at the payment again, Qi Gong was stunned: "A friend of Uncle Yongyu's nephew offered it?" ”

As soon as the words fell, all the people in the room looked at Huang Yongyu.

"Yongyu, ah......"

(End of chapter)

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