Chapter 43: Watching the Spring and Listening to the Wind
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Kou Qing Si
An Yinan tightened the rope of the basket on her back and quickly followed the old man to the second yard. She had never been in this yard before. There seemed to be a lot of scrap wood furniture at the moment.
The old man was in front of a table, holding a magnifying glass in one hand and looking at it carefully.
When An Yinan walked over, he saw an ancient painting, which showed strange peaks and rocks, tall ancient trees, a gentle breeze, and tinkling spring water. Two masters sat opposite each other near the spring, listening to the wind and watching the spring. The artistic conception was somewhat empty and high. Human feeling.
When An Yinan saw the poem above: "Looking down at the flowing spring and listening to the wind, the sound of the spring is the same as the Sheng Yong. Why don't you write about the Yao Qin, because no one has the surname Zhong."
Okay, she seems to know what this painting is, "Looking at the Spring and Listening to the Wind" by Tang Bohu. (The plot requires it and has nothing to do with history.)
"Good painting, good painting." The old man kept nodding. He had no other words of praise, only two words, good painting.
Isn’t it easy to draw? "Looking at the Spring and Listening to the Wind" Alas!
An Yinan secretly stretched out his hand, and just touched a little bit of the back of the painting, and felt the burning sensation, it was an authentic painting!
"Okay, this painting is yours, take it away." The old man waved his hand and threw the magnifying glass into a drawer aside.
An Yinan stretched out his finger and pointed at his nose, "Should I take it away?"
The old man snorted angrily, "Otherwise? Tear it up and set it on fire? Do you think any of the things that arrive at the recycling bin can come out intact?"
Tear it up and make a fire...
It doesn’t have to be this way!
"Can't you let it go?" An Yinan hesitated. This favor was already a huge one, and it seemed that it was getting harder and harder to repay it.
The old man stretched out his hand and knocked on An Yinan's forehead, "Should I put it? Where should I put it? I have no descendants and it's already half buried in the ground. What's the use of letting it go? Put it away quickly so that no one can see it."
The old man was also betting that if An Yinan couldn't store these things safely, it would be a fatal thing in this era. If she could hide them safely, that would be her ability. From now on, these would be her personal belongings, but they would not be hers. There is no destruction, she is still Chinese, and these things are also in China.
The old man always believes that the country is just sick now, but sooner or later it will recover one day. At that time, everything is waiting for things to be done, and the country needs history and civilization, while others are small and powerful, and all they can do is try to preserve these cultural relics that represent history. I hope They will be released to the public one day.
The old man thought for a while and then said, "These are wealth and disasters. Girl, if you choose to take them away, you have to bear the risk."
An Yinan nodded and did not interrupt.
"I have only one request. Don't let these things fall into the hands of outsiders. They can only be in China, okay?" At this moment, the old man's cloudy eyes were sharp, as if they could pierce his heart.
An Yinan nodded firmly, "Old man, don't worry, this era has passed, these ancient relics will appear in the world, and they will never be left outside."
The old man nodded, there was only so much he could do.
"I will come here once a week from now on. I will try to keep what I can, and you should pay attention to safety." With the things from last time, it seems that the little girl is storing things properly, and he will not interfere too much. As long as these antiques are not He doesn't care if it falls into the hands of foreigners. The more things that can be preserved, the better.
Safety!Must be safe!No one can search the space, so how can it be unsafe?
"Don't worry." An Yinan casually wrapped the ancient painting in the newspaper, then took out the peanuts, soy sauce beef and two ounces of wine prepared in the backpack, and then put the ancient painting into the backpack.
The old man remembered that it was the same basket that carried the porcelain last time.
There’s something special about this backpack!
An Yinan finished the meal with the old man, put the white noodles on the table, and left with a big basket on her back. It was already twelve o'clock, and she needed to go to Xinhua Bookstore.
Uncle Chen asked her to go at noon and take her to the house to identify the door.
"You're here, have you eaten? If not, come to my house to eat and try Uncle Chen's cooking." Chen Shao asked An Yinan quickly when he saw him.
An Yinan nodded immediately, "Eat, eat."
The little chaos in the state-owned hotel has not yet been digested...
"Okay, let's go. I'll take you to identify the door. If you come early next time, you can come to me directly at home." Chen Shao led An Yinan through two alleys and walked to the door of a courtyard.
"This is my home. Your aunt is at home. You recognize her. If you need help, you can come over at any time." Chen Shao knocked on the door, and a female voice came from the yard. Her voice sounded very gentle and peaceful, "Come here." ”
The person who opened the door had a pair of delicate eyes, with a feeling of being unable to speak, and his skin was a bit unhealthy white. "Old Chen, who is this little girl?"
Chen Shao took a step forward and supported his wife, "This is the Nanny I told you. She is a very powerful translation genius."
"So it's you. I've heard Lao Chen praise you for a long time. I've always been curious. Today I finally met you." Uncle Chen's wife looked at An Yinan with a smile on her lips.
"Aunt, I'm sorry to bother you today, but I didn't bring anything with me. Please don't dislike these pastries." She had already known that she would come to the door, so she prepared two kilograms of pastries from her space, which was pretty good for a door-to-door gift.
"I heard Lao Chen say that you are still going to the countryside, how can I let you spend money!" Aunt Chen pushed back quickly, with a bit of anxiety on her face.
An Yinan smiled and put something in Chen Shao's hand, "Uncle Chen, my translation salary is still quite good. The door has been established and I made an appointment with my friend. I will leave first. Next time It will take a week before we come back to the county seat."
"Aunt, I felt very cordial when we first met. If you bother me more in the future, please don't be polite to me."
After An Yinan finished speaking, he turned around and left, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.
"How can you ask for a gift from a child?" His wife hit Chen Shao, but because she lacked strength, she acted like a spoiled child.
Chen Shao hugged his wife and said with a smile on his face, "This girl can make more money than us, so don't worry."
Thinking of the six magazines that An Yinan brought over, they had to be sent to the post office in the afternoon. Judging from the number of words, as long as they passed the customs, there would be at least 300 yuan in translation fees. 300 yuan a week was almost his annual salary. And it costs thousands of dollars a month. I don’t know if I don’t know, but I’m shocked when I calculate it.
An Yinan looked at the time on his watch. It was still a little early. It would be at least two o'clock before Sister Liu Mei could rest.
She first sorted out her tickets, then went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two pairs of sneakers for An Xiangbei and a pair of sneakers and a pair of cloth shoes for herself, spending a total of six yuan.
The old man was in front of a table, holding a magnifying glass in one hand and looking at it carefully.
When An Yinan walked over, he saw an ancient painting, which showed strange peaks and rocks, tall ancient trees, a gentle breeze, and tinkling spring water. Two masters sat opposite each other near the spring, listening to the wind and watching the spring. The artistic conception was somewhat empty and high. Human feeling.
When An Yinan saw the poem above: "Looking down at the flowing spring and listening to the wind, the sound of the spring is the same as the Sheng Yong. Why don't you write about the Yao Qin, because no one has the surname Zhong."
Okay, she seems to know what this painting is, "Looking at the Spring and Listening to the Wind" by Tang Bohu. (The plot requires it and has nothing to do with history.)
"Good painting, good painting." The old man kept nodding. He had no other words of praise, only two words, good painting.
Isn’t it easy to draw? "Looking at the Spring and Listening to the Wind" Alas!
An Yinan secretly stretched out his hand, and just touched a little bit of the back of the painting, and felt the burning sensation, it was an authentic painting!
"Okay, this painting is yours, take it away." The old man waved his hand and threw the magnifying glass into a drawer aside.
An Yinan stretched out his finger and pointed at his nose, "Should I take it away?"
The old man snorted angrily, "Otherwise? Tear it up and set it on fire? Do you think any of the things that arrive at the recycling bin can come out intact?"
Tear it up and make a fire...
It doesn’t have to be this way!
"Can't you let it go?" An Yinan hesitated. This favor was already a huge one, and it seemed that it was getting harder and harder to repay it.
The old man stretched out his hand and knocked on An Yinan's forehead, "Should I put it? Where should I put it? I have no descendants and it's already half buried in the ground. What's the use of letting it go? Put it away quickly so that no one can see it."
The old man was also betting that if An Yinan couldn't store these things safely, it would be a fatal thing in this era. If she could hide them safely, that would be her ability. From now on, these would be her personal belongings, but they would not be hers. There is no destruction, she is still Chinese, and these things are also in China.
The old man always believes that the country is just sick now, but sooner or later it will recover one day. At that time, everything is waiting for things to be done, and the country needs history and civilization, while others are small and powerful, and all they can do is try to preserve these cultural relics that represent history. I hope They will be released to the public one day.
The old man thought for a while and then said, "These are wealth and disasters. Girl, if you choose to take them away, you have to bear the risk."
An Yinan nodded and did not interrupt.
"I have only one request. Don't let these things fall into the hands of outsiders. They can only be in China, okay?" At this moment, the old man's cloudy eyes were sharp, as if they could pierce his heart.
An Yinan nodded firmly, "Old man, don't worry, this era has passed, these ancient relics will appear in the world, and they will never be left outside."
The old man nodded, there was only so much he could do.
"I will come here once a week from now on. I will try to keep what I can, and you should pay attention to safety." With the things from last time, it seems that the little girl is storing things properly, and he will not interfere too much. As long as these antiques are not He doesn't care if it falls into the hands of foreigners. The more things that can be preserved, the better.
Safety!Must be safe!No one can search the space, so how can it be unsafe?
"Don't worry." An Yinan casually wrapped the ancient painting in the newspaper, then took out the peanuts, soy sauce beef and two ounces of wine prepared in the backpack, and then put the ancient painting into the backpack.
The old man remembered that it was the same basket that carried the porcelain last time.
There’s something special about this backpack!
An Yinan finished the meal with the old man, put the white noodles on the table, and left with a big basket on her back. It was already twelve o'clock, and she needed to go to Xinhua Bookstore.
Uncle Chen asked her to go at noon and take her to the house to identify the door.
"You're here, have you eaten? If not, come to my house to eat and try Uncle Chen's cooking." Chen Shao asked An Yinan quickly when he saw him.
An Yinan nodded immediately, "Eat, eat."
The little chaos in the state-owned hotel has not yet been digested...
"Okay, let's go. I'll take you to identify the door. If you come early next time, you can come to me directly at home." Chen Shao led An Yinan through two alleys and walked to the door of a courtyard.
"This is my home. Your aunt is at home. You recognize her. If you need help, you can come over at any time." Chen Shao knocked on the door, and a female voice came from the yard. Her voice sounded very gentle and peaceful, "Come here." ”
The person who opened the door had a pair of delicate eyes, with a feeling of being unable to speak, and his skin was a bit unhealthy white. "Old Chen, who is this little girl?"
Chen Shao took a step forward and supported his wife, "This is the Nanny I told you. She is a very powerful translation genius."
"So it's you. I've heard Lao Chen praise you for a long time. I've always been curious. Today I finally met you." Uncle Chen's wife looked at An Yinan with a smile on her lips.
"Aunt, I'm sorry to bother you today, but I didn't bring anything with me. Please don't dislike these pastries." She had already known that she would come to the door, so she prepared two kilograms of pastries from her space, which was pretty good for a door-to-door gift.
"I heard Lao Chen say that you are still going to the countryside, how can I let you spend money!" Aunt Chen pushed back quickly, with a bit of anxiety on her face.
An Yinan smiled and put something in Chen Shao's hand, "Uncle Chen, my translation salary is still quite good. The door has been established and I made an appointment with my friend. I will leave first. Next time It will take a week before we come back to the county seat."
"Aunt, I felt very cordial when we first met. If you bother me more in the future, please don't be polite to me."
After An Yinan finished speaking, he turned around and left, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.
"How can you ask for a gift from a child?" His wife hit Chen Shao, but because she lacked strength, she acted like a spoiled child.
Chen Shao hugged his wife and said with a smile on his face, "This girl can make more money than us, so don't worry."
Thinking of the six magazines that An Yinan brought over, they had to be sent to the post office in the afternoon. Judging from the number of words, as long as they passed the customs, there would be at least 300 yuan in translation fees. 300 yuan a week was almost his annual salary. And it costs thousands of dollars a month. I don’t know if I don’t know, but I’m shocked when I calculate it.
An Yinan looked at the time on his watch. It was still a little early. It would be at least two o'clock before Sister Liu Mei could rest.
She first sorted out her tickets, then went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two pairs of sneakers for An Xiangbei and a pair of sneakers and a pair of cloth shoes for herself, spending a total of six yuan.
