Hearing this, Qi Feng and Shang Yi were slightly shocked in their hearts.

It's just to participate in a competition and play for a few days by the way, how can you have such a big face to send out Old Man Qiu?

However, the two quickly reacted again, it was not a big face, they were purely coming to visit their granddaughter Qiuxi painting.

Due to work, it is difficult for the grandfather and grandson to see each other once or twice a year, and now that Qiuxi Painting has come to Yanjing to play, how can he not meet his grandfather?

With the smooth driving of the Hongqi car, the group soon came to a quaint and exquisitely decorated hotel.

Named 'Shan Wai Lou', it is not particularly famous, but it is also a relatively high-grade Chinese antique hotel.

"Paint, the old man should not be free until dinner time, you settle down first, and take a walk around the city by yourself."

"Okay, Uncle Dong go slowly."

After being sent to the hotel, Uncle Dong was ready to leave first, after all, he didn't have much leisure time, and it was not appropriate to stick with young people.

However, as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly turned back and raised his hand and said, "By the way, I'll open the room, I have reserved the best room for you in advance." ”

The three of them all nodded and had no objections, such a hotel, without a prior reservation, there is a high probability that they will not be able to live in a high-end room.

Uncle Dong walked to the front desk and just took out his mobile phone, and suddenly smiled and said, "Painting, do I open two rooms or three?" ”

“......”

"Three!"

Qiu Xihua was stunned at first, and after reacting, he couldn't help blushing.

Uncle Dong's so-called reservation of a room, I'm afraid he was just instructed by his grandfather to take the opportunity to find out how far she and Qi Feng have developed, right?

There is no doubt that this is what her grandfather does on weekdays.

Uncle Dong's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he opened a room for the three of them as if nothing had happened, and then turned around and left happily.

"It's really ......"

Qiu Xihua wanted to vomit two bad sentences in his heart, but suddenly felt a little lonely.

To be honest, if Qi Feng took the initiative in this relationship, maybe the two of them would really be something.

However, Qi Feng's attitude is still unclear, and the owner of the hair has not yet given an explanation.

"Paint, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing ......"

After settling in, the trio disagreed on where to go.

Shang Yi wants to go to Tiananmen Square, and Qiu Xihua wants to go to the Forbidden City Museum.

Qi Feng said that he would be at peace with the situation, where he would go closer, so as not to be too far away to catch up with Old Man Qiu's dinner.

Tiananmen Square is very close to the Forbidden City, and the minority should obey the majority to go to the Forbidden City, but the second daughter finally listened to Qi Feng's opinion.

Anyway, there are still many days to go, and the three of them have nothing to do, so they will go around the nearest Panjiayuan thrift market today.

Panjiayuan, which is the imperial capital Yanjing and even the largest thrift market in the country, has antiquities, calligraphy and paintings, and the four treasures of the study.

Qi Feng is also a calligraphy lover, so when he comes, he has to find some good paper, pen, inkstone and ink.

When they arrived at Panjiayuan, the three of them were almost stunned by the crowded scene.

Such a large place, but it is overcrowded and noisy, and it looks like a real vegetable market.

It's just that the stall owners are not shouting vegetables and fruits, but one valuable antiquity after another.

"Paint, let's go tighter, don't get lost."

In the face of noisy places, Qi Feng will inevitably worry about the autumn evening painting in a wheelchair.

Qiu Xihua pouted, not very convinced: "Teacher Xiaofeng is here again, I'm not a child, even if I get lost, I can get in touch with you again?" ”

The group is located in Yanjing, which has the best public security in the country, and is in the political and cultural economic center, so there will be no danger here.

"Okay, Comrade Shang Yi, you can also take care of the painting for me."

"Don't worry, I'm here, no surprise."

Shang Yi smiled, his face calm.

Not long after this exchange, the three of them were separated in the vast sea of people.

There is no way, there are too many people, as long as anyone stops a little and stops to look at the stalls, they may not see people directly.

Qi Feng had no choice but to wander around alone, and looked for the four treasures of the study he wanted at the nearest stall.

Restoring cultural relics, archaeology, and historical scholarship are jobs for him, so he naturally comes into contact with more.

Although calligraphy is not a job, it is also a hobby that he has loved for decades, and he is almost a little deserted when he returns from rebirth.

After walking around, a stall specializing in brushes and rice paper suddenly attracted Qi Feng's attention.

The stall owner was holding a brush and was trying to sell to a girl in front of him.

And this girl actually made Qi Feng feel like he had seen the autumn evening painting for the first time.

It's just that this girl wears black-framed glasses with thick lenses, and her appearance can only barely be considered average, and the overall is more bookish and literary, without the cold and dusty temperament of Qiuxi paintings.

"Classmate, I'm a Qingzhu Guan Lanting rewarding wolf, I only charge you 30,000, it's really not too much."

"If you miss my house, you won't be able to buy it anywhere else."

The stall owner is obviously a veteran, and his mouth barely stops.

The girl took the brush and looked at it carefully, still swaying.

"I've heard my dad say that a wolf pen is a good thing, but I always feel ......"

"Yes, that's right, the wolf pen is one of the best brushes, the pen is strong, even beginners can grasp the rhythm and strength well."

Although the girl looked quite knowledgeable, she was obviously a layman to the four treasures of the study, and was soon fooled by the stall owner's words.

Just as she was about to pay for a pen, Qi Feng next to her finally couldn't look at it.

He took two steps forward and interrupted: "Girl, don't be stupid, this Qingzhu Guan Lanting Wolf Appreciation Pen is obviously a fake." ”

Hearing this, the girl subconsciously looked up at Qi Feng.

This glance suddenly made her stunned in place, looking at Qi Feng in a daze.

The stall looked at Qi Feng, and a little coldness flashed in his eyes, and then he pulled out a smile and said: "This little brother said that he laughed, Qingzhu Guan Lanting appreciated the wolf's pen, of course it is not true, the real product is the imperial pen of Lord Qianlong, and it is still in the Palace Museum." ”

"I follow the pen, but the Qing Dynasty adopted ......"

"No, boss, I mean, you're not a wolf at all."

As an insider, Qi Feng no longer wants to spit out what kind of Qing Dynasty this is, but this is not even a wolf pen at all.

"The wolf pen is made of weasel tail hair according to strict requirements, and the surface is tender yellow or yellow with a slight reddish and shiny."

"And you ......"

Speaking of which, everyone who understands understands, Qi Feng doesn't want to say something too ugly, so that the stall owner can't get off the stage.

The stall owner's 'wolf pen', although the color is yellow, but there is no luster at all, it is simply an inferior product imitated by mouse hair, which is worth less than 300 yuan.