Chapter 152 Not a Mortal
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Ming Hua
The assistant hesitated for a while, "I heard that Fan Hongru has a weird personality, and it's not easy to date someone he doesn't know well."
Gu Beixian hummed lightly, and picked up the phone.
After pondering for a moment, he called his old man.
After connecting.
Gu Beixian asked: "Grandpa, do you know a wealthy foreign businessman named Fan Hongru? About 70 years old, Chinese-American, fond of antiques, especially like to collect Fan Kuan's calligraphy and paintings."
The old man thought for a while, and said, "I know him. I have met him a few times in the early years. Do you have anything to do with him?"
"Do you two have a relationship?"
"A little bit, more than 30 years ago, I once did him a favor."
"Busy or busy?"
"Not too small."
What he said was not small, it should be very busy.
Gu Beixian knew it in his mind, and replied, "Okay, I'll hang up."
The old man choked and complained: "Stinky boy, you called me at night just to ask me this?"
"Well, I have something to do with Fan Hongru."
"When will you bring Xiao Su back to the old house? Your grandma has been talking about her all the time recently."
Gu Beixian said heartily: Everyone was disturbed by your old son and ran away.
The marriage is divorced, how can we still see each other?
He said lightly: "Su Wei has been very busy with work recently, I will bring you back to see you after a while."
When the old man heard this, he became anxious, and told her: "Tell her to pay attention to her body, don't be too tired, after all, she is pregnant. Our family does not lack the little money she earns. We must take good care of the baby and let her pay more attention to nutrition. "
Hearing the child suddenly, Gu Beixian felt a prick in his heart.
Needle sticks are generally uncomfortable.
Everyone kept the matter of Su Hua's miscarriage from the old man and the old lady, fearing that they would not be able to bear the blow.
After a few perfunctory words from the old man, Gu Beixian hung up the phone.
He asked his assistant for Fan Hongru's contact information and called him himself.
At first it was the secretary who picked it up.
After Gu Beixian reported the old man's name, it was replaced by Fan Hongru himself.
After exchanging polite greetings with him, Gu Beixian explained the purpose of his visit, "Mr. Fan, I heard that you have been looking for a copy of "Traveling in Mountains and Streams" in China, right?"
Unexpectedly, Fan Hongru's personality is not strange.
On the contrary, very easy-going.
He laughed, "Yes, I've been asking Mr. Zhou from the Baichuan Museum to help me find it all these years. However, the copies I found are not so interesting, and I'm not very satisfied."
Pause.
He added: "However, this afternoon, he sent me a few videos, and the painting was very spiritual. It's a pity that the other party suddenly changed his mind for some reason and refused to make a move."
Through the phone, you could hear the regret in his tone.
Gu Beixian is such a smart person.
Several things were connected in series, and he immediately figured it out.
Someone must have messed with it.
He smiled and said, "The painting you mentioned is in my hands now. If the old man is interested, let's make an appointment to meet?"
Fan Hongru was obviously surprised, "That couldn't be better."
"Which country are you in now?"
"I went back to China two days ago to relocate my ancestral grave, and I'm in Kyoto now, how about you?"
Gu Beixian smiled, "It just so happens that I'm also in Kyoto."
The two immediately agreed on a time to meet.
Say a few words and end the call.
Gu Beixian returned to the study, held Su Hua's waist, and pulled her into his arms.
His fingers gently caressed her pale face.
He said: "I found out that the person who wants to paint is a Chinese-American named Fan Hongru. Mr. Fan, I am very satisfied with your painting. He said that you changed your mind and refused to make a move. I made an appointment with him. See you tomorrow night, and then you will bring the painting and come with me."
Too much information.
Su Hua didn't react for a while.
Digested well for a while.
Her withered heart suddenly came alive, like a dying butterfly, spreading its wings and flying again.
The dull eyes also regained their spirits.
She turned her head to look at Gu Beixian, "What you said is true? That person really likes my paintings?"
Gu Beixian laughed softly, "I like it, he is very sorry to hear that you are not willing to make a move."
Su Hua understood.
It was Zhou Baichuan who lied.
It made her doubt herself for a long time.
Gu Beixian squeezed her fair little face, and said angrily, "It's such a trivial matter, looking at you like this, it's like the sky is falling, you don't even eat, you're good."
Su Hua gave him a light look.
Gu Beixian smiled.
He stood up, walked to the desk, unfolded the scroll, and looked down, "Look, this painting is so lifelike, it jumps off the paper. I don't know this majestic momentum, but I thought it was a painting of a nine-foot strong man." Yes. Our Huahua is really versatile, painting mountains is better than mountains, shrimps are better than shrimps, and bamboos are better than bamboos."
Su Wei knew that he was trying to make her happy.
Thousands of wears, no flattery.
After being coaxed by him like this, she felt less aggrieved.
Gu Beixian turned around and took her hand, "Come on, let's go down to eat. I heard from Mrs. Liu that you have forgotten to eat and sleep these days, and you haven't eaten well."
It's really not very tasty.
In order to paint this painting, Su Wei lost a full three catties.
That night, she ate two small bowls of rice, drank a bowl of soup, and ate a lot of meat and vegetables.
Stretch the flat stomach like a small watermelon.
Touching her bulging belly, Gu Beixian thought of the fetus that died.
I really want to remarry Su Hua as soon as possible.
After remarrying, having another child may heal the pain in their hearts.
The next day, at eight o'clock in the evening.
Su Hua brought the painting and Gu Beixian to the hotel where Fan Hongru was staying on time.
The two took the elevator to the penthouse suite.
Gu Beixian rang the doorbell.
The one who opened the door was Fan Hongru's assistant, a young man of Chinese ethnicity in a white shirt, black trousers, and black-rimmed glasses.
After entering the house.
The assistant moved the two of them to the sofa in the living room, served them tea, and said, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Fan will come out soon."
Gu Beixian nodded slightly.
Not long after, Fan Hongru came out of the study.
An old man with a refined temperament and a very peaceful temperament.
He is about 70 years old, his hair is gray, his face is full of traces of time, but his eyes are wise and energetic.
Wearing a silver and white buttoned Tang suit, a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet, and a string of small-leaf red sandalwood bracelets in his hands.
Su Wei took a closer look, and found that the bracelet was the highest quality red sandalwood full of gold stars.
Although Fan Hongru is over seventy years old, his shoulders are straight and his walk is breezy.
At first glance, he is extraordinary.
Gu Beixian and Su Wei stood up, greeted with a smile, "Hi, Mr. Fan."
"Sit down, please sit down quickly." Fan Hongru said kindly.
After being seated, several people said a few polite words.
Fan Hongru looked at Gu Beixian, "Look at the painting first."
Su Wei picked up the painting from the table next to her, and unfolded it carefully.
Fan Hongru's gaze unfolded little by little with the frame.
The eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
He stood up, bent down, stroked the distant mountains above with his fingers, and slowly stroked down with his fingertips, muttering to himself: "That's the feeling, that's the feeling. This mountain, this waterfall, this The jungle, the caravan, the mules and horses are well drawn, wonderfully drawn."
Looking at it, his eyes gradually became moist.
Gu Beixian hummed lightly, and picked up the phone.
After pondering for a moment, he called his old man.
After connecting.
Gu Beixian asked: "Grandpa, do you know a wealthy foreign businessman named Fan Hongru? About 70 years old, Chinese-American, fond of antiques, especially like to collect Fan Kuan's calligraphy and paintings."
The old man thought for a while, and said, "I know him. I have met him a few times in the early years. Do you have anything to do with him?"
"Do you two have a relationship?"
"A little bit, more than 30 years ago, I once did him a favor."
"Busy or busy?"
"Not too small."
What he said was not small, it should be very busy.
Gu Beixian knew it in his mind, and replied, "Okay, I'll hang up."
The old man choked and complained: "Stinky boy, you called me at night just to ask me this?"
"Well, I have something to do with Fan Hongru."
"When will you bring Xiao Su back to the old house? Your grandma has been talking about her all the time recently."
Gu Beixian said heartily: Everyone was disturbed by your old son and ran away.
The marriage is divorced, how can we still see each other?
He said lightly: "Su Wei has been very busy with work recently, I will bring you back to see you after a while."
When the old man heard this, he became anxious, and told her: "Tell her to pay attention to her body, don't be too tired, after all, she is pregnant. Our family does not lack the little money she earns. We must take good care of the baby and let her pay more attention to nutrition. "
Hearing the child suddenly, Gu Beixian felt a prick in his heart.
Needle sticks are generally uncomfortable.
Everyone kept the matter of Su Hua's miscarriage from the old man and the old lady, fearing that they would not be able to bear the blow.
After a few perfunctory words from the old man, Gu Beixian hung up the phone.
He asked his assistant for Fan Hongru's contact information and called him himself.
At first it was the secretary who picked it up.
After Gu Beixian reported the old man's name, it was replaced by Fan Hongru himself.
After exchanging polite greetings with him, Gu Beixian explained the purpose of his visit, "Mr. Fan, I heard that you have been looking for a copy of "Traveling in Mountains and Streams" in China, right?"
Unexpectedly, Fan Hongru's personality is not strange.
On the contrary, very easy-going.
He laughed, "Yes, I've been asking Mr. Zhou from the Baichuan Museum to help me find it all these years. However, the copies I found are not so interesting, and I'm not very satisfied."
Pause.
He added: "However, this afternoon, he sent me a few videos, and the painting was very spiritual. It's a pity that the other party suddenly changed his mind for some reason and refused to make a move."
Through the phone, you could hear the regret in his tone.
Gu Beixian is such a smart person.
Several things were connected in series, and he immediately figured it out.
Someone must have messed with it.
He smiled and said, "The painting you mentioned is in my hands now. If the old man is interested, let's make an appointment to meet?"
Fan Hongru was obviously surprised, "That couldn't be better."
"Which country are you in now?"
"I went back to China two days ago to relocate my ancestral grave, and I'm in Kyoto now, how about you?"
Gu Beixian smiled, "It just so happens that I'm also in Kyoto."
The two immediately agreed on a time to meet.
Say a few words and end the call.
Gu Beixian returned to the study, held Su Hua's waist, and pulled her into his arms.
His fingers gently caressed her pale face.
He said: "I found out that the person who wants to paint is a Chinese-American named Fan Hongru. Mr. Fan, I am very satisfied with your painting. He said that you changed your mind and refused to make a move. I made an appointment with him. See you tomorrow night, and then you will bring the painting and come with me."
Too much information.
Su Hua didn't react for a while.
Digested well for a while.
Her withered heart suddenly came alive, like a dying butterfly, spreading its wings and flying again.
The dull eyes also regained their spirits.
She turned her head to look at Gu Beixian, "What you said is true? That person really likes my paintings?"
Gu Beixian laughed softly, "I like it, he is very sorry to hear that you are not willing to make a move."
Su Hua understood.
It was Zhou Baichuan who lied.
It made her doubt herself for a long time.
Gu Beixian squeezed her fair little face, and said angrily, "It's such a trivial matter, looking at you like this, it's like the sky is falling, you don't even eat, you're good."
Su Hua gave him a light look.
Gu Beixian smiled.
He stood up, walked to the desk, unfolded the scroll, and looked down, "Look, this painting is so lifelike, it jumps off the paper. I don't know this majestic momentum, but I thought it was a painting of a nine-foot strong man." Yes. Our Huahua is really versatile, painting mountains is better than mountains, shrimps are better than shrimps, and bamboos are better than bamboos."
Su Wei knew that he was trying to make her happy.
Thousands of wears, no flattery.
After being coaxed by him like this, she felt less aggrieved.
Gu Beixian turned around and took her hand, "Come on, let's go down to eat. I heard from Mrs. Liu that you have forgotten to eat and sleep these days, and you haven't eaten well."
It's really not very tasty.
In order to paint this painting, Su Wei lost a full three catties.
That night, she ate two small bowls of rice, drank a bowl of soup, and ate a lot of meat and vegetables.
Stretch the flat stomach like a small watermelon.
Touching her bulging belly, Gu Beixian thought of the fetus that died.
I really want to remarry Su Hua as soon as possible.
After remarrying, having another child may heal the pain in their hearts.
The next day, at eight o'clock in the evening.
Su Hua brought the painting and Gu Beixian to the hotel where Fan Hongru was staying on time.
The two took the elevator to the penthouse suite.
Gu Beixian rang the doorbell.
The one who opened the door was Fan Hongru's assistant, a young man of Chinese ethnicity in a white shirt, black trousers, and black-rimmed glasses.
After entering the house.
The assistant moved the two of them to the sofa in the living room, served them tea, and said, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Fan will come out soon."
Gu Beixian nodded slightly.
Not long after, Fan Hongru came out of the study.
An old man with a refined temperament and a very peaceful temperament.
He is about 70 years old, his hair is gray, his face is full of traces of time, but his eyes are wise and energetic.
Wearing a silver and white buttoned Tang suit, a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet, and a string of small-leaf red sandalwood bracelets in his hands.
Su Wei took a closer look, and found that the bracelet was the highest quality red sandalwood full of gold stars.
Although Fan Hongru is over seventy years old, his shoulders are straight and his walk is breezy.
At first glance, he is extraordinary.
Gu Beixian and Su Wei stood up, greeted with a smile, "Hi, Mr. Fan."
"Sit down, please sit down quickly." Fan Hongru said kindly.
After being seated, several people said a few polite words.
Fan Hongru looked at Gu Beixian, "Look at the painting first."
Su Wei picked up the painting from the table next to her, and unfolded it carefully.
Fan Hongru's gaze unfolded little by little with the frame.
The eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
He stood up, bent down, stroked the distant mountains above with his fingers, and slowly stroked down with his fingertips, muttering to himself: "That's the feeling, that's the feeling. This mountain, this waterfall, this The jungle, the caravan, the mules and horses are well drawn, wonderfully drawn."
Looking at it, his eyes gradually became moist.
