Wind rises time and space gate

Lin Zhaoxia enjoyed Zhao Guangyuan's comfort and the spiritual comfort of being comforted after being frustrated.

She was getting used to this kind of company.

In the new era and new views on marriage and love, more and more women are becoming independent. A person can also live a wonderful life, but love is still an everlasting emotion.If there is no love, she accepts it calmly. If love comes, she opens her arms and enjoys its arrival.

The two had a warm dinner.

Zhao Guangyuan washes the dishes.

He enjoyed the warmth that this kind of family brought to him more and more. It seemed that all his pains were healed or healed here in Lin Zhaoxia.

He became more and more accustomed to the ordinary people's life where men farmed and women weaved, and he became more and more aware of his role and need in it.

Xia'er cooked and he washed the dishes. Here, he forgot that he was an abandoned son with a blood feud and wanted to avenge his mother, brother, grandfather and family.

He is just Zhao Guangyuan, Xia'er's husband and Changzhi's father.

Lin Zhaoxia leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and looked at him. Seeing how he was becoming more and more proficient, she smiled softly. She remembered the first time he washed dishes, how he was so busy and couldn't hold the sword, gun, and halberd. The cutlery was so slippery in his hands that he couldn't hold it.

Lin Zhaoxia couldn't help laughing when she thought about it, walked over, hugged his waist, and gently pressed her face against his back.

Zhao Guangyuan stiffened and quickly softened.The corners of his mouth were raised to both sides, and the movements of his hands slowed down.I wish time could stop at this moment.

After washing the dishes, the two sat on the sofa and chatted. Lin Zhaoxia lay on his lap and closed her eyes.

Zhao Guangyuan ran his hands through her black hair and gently massaged her scalp. Lin Zhaoxia felt so comfortable that she fell asleep.

Thinking that she was not happy to receive the news today, she said something to explain, "Would you like to go to the antique shop and stay for a few days? I heard from my cousin that the goods in the shop are selling very well now. Especially those calligraphy and paintings, which are in short supply. If it hadn't been for him Hold on, I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep those few treasures that are the treasures of the store.”

Lin Zhaoxia squinted her eyes, "Although our calligraphy and painting no longer bear the name of Daqi, there are still many people who know the inside story. Many people come here to buy, and they think we have a lot hidden. Every day in the store People in the know came to ask for paintings, and not only the calligraphy and paintings were sold at high prices, but also the antiques were sold for a lot of money."

The calligraphy and paintings of Jiang Xiang and his son are still being supplied to the store, and Jiang Wentao is still helping to collect the paintings.

Many people looked at the fact that although Da Qi's name was no longer on his name, there were many insiders who could see the handwriting and painting style. They did not expect that it was painted by Da Qi Shaofu. They only thought that there was an unannounced dynasty rumor. , which attracted many people to imitate.

With such a resemblance, once the existence of the Da Qi Dynasty is announced, even if they are not genuine, these imitations will become more popular, so the supply of calligraphy and painting in the store has always been in short supply.

Lu Shanchang painted several landscape paintings, which were sold for hundreds of thousands, which made him very happy. Two days ago, he told Lin Zhaoxia and Zhao Guangyuan that he would be able to buy a small house in Haishi soon. .

He spoke with great anticipation.

Although he came from Daqi, the Chinese gene was deeply rooted in it, so he wanted to buy a house and have a nest, no matter how small it was, he needed a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Lu Shanchang regards buying a house as his first priority, and now some people are asking him to join the calligraphy and painting association.

If he joins some relevant organizations, his reputation for calligraphy and painting will also increase, and he may be able to save money to buy a house very quickly.

"Last time I asked to lend money to my cousin to buy a house, but he didn't want it. He said he wanted to earn it himself." After Lu Shanchang's family was destroyed, he was originally homeless and had no fixed place to live. He wanted to convert to Buddhism. Unexpectedly, this unexpected encounter aroused His ambition to live ignited his hope for life.

Lin Zhaoxia shook his head, "If I had known that you had this idea, I would have stopped you and wouldn't let you speak. My cousin finally has a goal now. You let him work hard to achieve it, so that he can understand There is hope in life.”

Zhao Guangyuan's hand fell on Lin Zhaoxia's face, "I didn't think carefully."

The two of them talked about whatever they thought of, and the room felt comfortable and warm.

Early the next morning, Zhao Guangyuan returned to the palace.Lin Zhaoxia did not go to the antique shop.The news she received yesterday gave her some ideas, and she was thinking about creating another short play.

It seems that the barbaric growth period of short dramas is coming to an end. The relevant departments will not let it develop in such an disorderly manner, but will always have to restrict and guide it.

The short play makes full use of fragmented time, and the pace is fast and refreshing, but it cannot be written on all themes.It seems that we still need to conform to mainstream values ​​and create some themes that reflect truth, goodness, beauty, and positive energy.

Thinking of this, I also thought of the previous main theme film. I worked hard to write several outlines, thinking that there would be a place for it. However, in the end, the film crew found four screenwriters, but they did not hire her.

So far, she has not had a named film released, and the film studios and management are looking down on her.

If you don’t have works, you can’t find work, if you can’t find work, you won’t have signed works, if you don’t have fame, you have no worth, and you can’t sell original scripts.This has almost become a vicious cycle.Now I'm looking forward to finalizing, filming and releasing Brother's drama as soon as possible.

Zhao Guangyuan returned to the palace and first met Jiang Wentao.

This time Jiang Wentao not only brought him ten embroiderers, but also brought him several large boxes of calligraphy, paintings and antiques.It seemed that the antique was not bought from a ghost market in the capital. It looked like it was something of its time.

"You have to have sharp eyes." Jiang Wentao walked into the hall from outside covered with winter morning dew, bringing him a burst of coolness.

"I had people collect them from pawnshops all over the place." Really good stuff.

They are all good things passed down by rich people in the past.It's a pity that there were too many prodigal sons in later generations, and these good things that had accumulated for several generations were not passed down in the end.

"They are all things from before we were together. Father said he would give you some money in exchange."

Jiang Xiang saw Fang Er and thought that Fang Da, who was inseparable from Fang Er but was not with the King of Yue, thought that the King of Yue must have left Fang Da to raise troops outside.

That was a waste of money, a hole that no amount of money could fill. Whenever there was some way to make money, I would think of him, worried that he would have no money to use, and worry about it.

"Thank your father for me." Zhao Guangyuan felt warm in his heart.I sincerely feel that only when people are in trouble, in the most difficult time, can we see the human heart.

"How can I thank my father? To be honest, my brother and I both picked it up, and you are the one who loves us." After saying that, he took out two more notebooks from his arms and said, "Father asked me to give them to you. your."

Zhao Guangyuan took it and took a look, his expression gradually became serious.

Jiang Wentao explained on the side, "Father knows that you need money, and he said that the few shops in the capital are just a drop in the bucket. The records in these two notebooks were copied by my father from the fragments recorded in ancient books, and he also looked at the map of Daqi. I got it for you, and my father asked you to secretly find some people to investigate secretly..."