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Chapter 1656 Do you know Zhou Liang?

"You are a respected leader in the calligraphy and painting circles in our Northeast region. The higher-ups hope that you can attend this important meeting..."

Secretary Fang persuaded him for a long time before the old man sighed softly, "I'm old now, and I don't want to get involved in these things in the circle, but the higher-ups are so kind, I can't refuse."

"Then, old man, do you agree?"

The old man smiled and nodded, then suddenly remembered something and waved at him, "Xiao Fang, come here, I'll show you a few things."

Seeing the old man acting mysterious, Secretary Fang was also suspicious, but he still followed the old man into the inner room. The old man pointed at the floor and said, "Help me pick the floor off!"

"Old man..."

"Go ahead!"

Secretary Fang had no choice but to squat on the ground and pick off the floor tiles piece by piece. He found that there was nothing underneath, and there was a metal box inside. The old man asked him to take out the box and put it on the table.

"These things are the treasures that flowed out of the Little White Building in the Imperial Palace after the fall of the puppet Manchukuo. I traveled across half of Northeast China to collect them. Later, I hid them here for fear that the young generals would burn them... Now they can finally see the light of day again!"

The old man picked up a painting and slowly untied the red silk tied on it. A musty smell wafted into his nose. Secretary Fang stared at the words on it with wide eyes!
It turned out to be "Endless Picture of Streams and Mountains" by Xia Gui of the Southern Song Dynasty!
“This bowl…”

Although Secretary Fang didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, just by looking at the color of the silk cloth and the densely packed red seals on it, he knew that this was no ordinary painting, so he quickly lowered his head to look at the contents of the iron box.

In addition to some calligraphy and painting works, there were also two large bowls. He picked up one carefully, and found that it was painted with a golden boy and a jade girl, exactly a pair. The colors were sophisticated and the characters were vivid and lifelike, which showed that this item was a culmination of porcelain works from all dynasties.

“These two bowls?”

"Haha, you said these two bowls were given to my father by the old Buddha to congratulate him on his wedding."

Looking at the two bowls, the old man's thoughts went back to a long time ago. "That was in the late Qing Dynasty. My father worked in the Military Affairs Council. After the Boxer Rebellion, Empress Dowager Cixi returned to the capital. She was impressed by my father's loyalty to the emperor and his contribution to the country, so she gave him a set of auspicious five-blessing bowls that Jingdezhen had presented to her to celebrate her birthday. My father refused to accept them, and only kept this pair of golden boy and jade girl. He returned the other five."

"Oh... so that's what happened!"

Secretary Fang put down the two bowls carefully, thinking to himself, what great stuff!

Look at the glaze color and the painting skills, they have almost reached the pinnacle!
"Now the country has remembered me, an old man. I think it's useless to keep these things in my hands. I might as well take them to the capital and donate them to the country! After all, these things belong to all the people..."

After decades of ups and downs, this "remnant" of the Qing Dynasty has learned a lot of fashionable words, and he can speak them in a set. Secretary Fang looked at his white hair, three-inch snow-white goatee, and his appearance, which was quite immortal, and always felt that he was particularly...

awkward!

"It just so happens that Comrade Sun Jianping is also going to Beijing to defend his master's degree. I'll tell him to take good care of you on the way!"

Sun Jianping?
The old man always felt that this name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Don't you know him? He's the county magistrate of Nahe County, a very outstanding young man!" Secretary Fang looked very proud when talking about Sun Jianping. "You little brat, you have accumulated a lot of political achievements for me!"

Sun Jianping was not very willing to go to Beijing with the old man named Jin Pufeng to escort him to attend the National Painting and Calligraphy Symposium, but he could not resist Secretary Fang's persuasion, saying that the old man was old and could not be left without someone to take care of him. The old man had no money in his pocket, so if you happened to have money, you could buy him a plane ticket. The old man was carrying a box of treasures and must not lose it...

"He also asked me to buy him a plane ticket. Why do I care about him so much?" Sun Jianping curled his lips, but finally agreed reluctantly for the sake of Secretary Fang's face.

The day of departure arrived, and Sun Jianping did not go alone, but brought a little follower with him!

The eldest daughter's "iron pillar brother!"

It is not known whether Tiezhu wanted to go back to look for his relatives or to "argue" with his biological father, or simply to take a look at the capital city. In any case, Sun Jianping agreed to the child's request and took him to the capital city to broaden his horizons. After all, that was where his father and grandfather lived.

On the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month, the father and son hurriedly left Ermajia carrying their travel bags and gifts from their friends, and boarded the train to Harbin!
"Oh! Grandpa and grandma, have you forgotten me? They don't even come to see me!"

Although the eldest daughter didn't go, it didn't affect her sarcasm and weird words.

"Your father begged you to go but you refused to go, and now you are complaining that your grandparents don't come to see you. What kind of beauty are you that requires your elders to rush to see you?"

Qian Huijun smiled and pinched her daughter's little face and made a teasing remark.

"Of course I'm a beautiful lady from heaven!" The eldest brother trembled and turned around in a circle. "I'm a fairy who has come down to earth. La la la! Come and pay homage to me, little ones!"

"Look how proud you are!" Looking at the carriage going away, Miss Qian sighed softly!

My brother has been away for a week and I can’t sleep well again!

My brother, I missed you as soon as you got in the car!

"Uncle, is the capital city really big?"

Tiezhu is now a 16-year-old young man, but it is his first time to travel far away. He is curious about everything he sees, especially after getting on the plane.

"Well, there are many ancient buildings in Beijing, such as the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, the Temple of Heaven, the Summer Palace... I'll take you to see them when the time comes!"

"That's great!"

The young man was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling!
As for the old man Jin Pufeng with white hair and beard sitting next to him, he sat in the seat by the window, looking solemnly at the Northeast land covered with ice and snow below the plane, and sighed deeply.

"Grandpa, just tell me what you want. There are food and drinks on the plane, and blankets if you're cold." Out of politeness, Sun Jianping said a few words to the old man. The old man smiled and nodded, looked at him, and suddenly remembered something.

"Your name is Sun Jianping, right?"

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"Yup!"

"Do you know Wang Yuzhu, the second daughter of Wang Zhongyun's family?"

"We know each other!"

Although they knew each other, he had been to Hecheng countless times over the years, but had never seen Wang Yuzhu again.

"That's right. You were the one who wrote the inscription on the screen wall at the entrance of the First Heavy Industries Factory! I remember it very clearly!"

"Yes, I wrote a few words at the gate of the First Heavy Industries Factory. Your old man..."

"Haha, I see those Weibei characters you wrote are a bit like someone else's style. Did you learn it from Zhou Liang?"

"Do you know my grandpa?"

"Thinking back in the days of calligraphy and painting in the capital, who didn't know the talented and romantic Zhou Boqi?"

Sun Jianping was stunned! He didn't expect that this old man was actually in the cultural circle!

The key is my grandpa...

A romantic talent...

This nickname is simply amazing!

He did not astound the world with his poetry and paintings, but shocked the world with his romantic style!
What a shame!

"Are you Zhou Liang's grandson?"

"Yes, my mother is Zhou Wanying, my father is Sun Changlin..."

"I don't know about that. I only know that your mother was very beautiful when she was a child, like a doll, and everyone wanted to hold her in their arms..." The old man narrowed his eyes, as if his thoughts had returned to the distant past.

A group of people scrambled to hug my mother... Bah, my mother when she was young!

It seems weird no matter how I think about it!

"Then why did you come to Northeast China..."

"I came here with my father. He was an important official in the late Qing Dynasty. After the Japanese invaded Northeast China, the old man insisted on coming here to assist the emperor..."

(End of this chapter)