Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

Han Chunming walked lightly, as if afraid of attracting any attention.

He moved forward carefully along the wall, taking every step with extreme caution, as if he were really a thief.

The door to the main room was slightly ajar. Through the threshold, he glimpsed the old man concentrating on fiddling with the radio. The radio seemed to be out of order, with only a hissing sound of electricity coming out.

He didn't say anything, but leaned against the wall, quietly observing the old man's every move. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and only the sound of Han Chunming's heartbeat echoed faintly in the air.

How to say it, it's very weird!

There were continuous raindrops in the sky, which kept hitting the ground, causing ripples. The cold wind blew, bringing waves of chill, and Han Chunming shivered involuntarily.

Just then, he heard a voice from inside: "Come in."

The voice was clearly audible, as if it was calling him softly in his ear. Han Chunming's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, reached out and pushed open the door.

The moment the door opened, he saw the scene inside the house, and his heart was filled with anticipation and nervousness.

The old man said without turning his head: "I heard the noise when you opened the door. What's the matter, do you like the rain? Do you want to go out for a while?"

Han Chunming immediately waved his hands, and the tension in his heart was relieved a lot. He smiled and said:

"Forget it. You have a very good ear. I was thinking of giving you a surprise."

"Just don't be frightened. Come, show me what's wrong with the radio." The old man put down the radio, turned around, but glanced at what was in Han Chunming's hand, then his eyes lit up instantly and he laughed loudly.

"Oh, one dollar a bottle, not bad, you are sensible now, why don't you pour it for me."

The old man walked to the kang, sat cross-legged, took the wine bottle, smelled it without opening the lid, and then said happily:

“That’s the taste, hahahaha.”

Only then did Han Chunming see the full appearance of Mr. Guan.

His sparse hair has turned white, age spots are obvious, his skin is loose, and the two steps he took just now were slightly hunched. All the signs indicate that the old man is old.

But the eyes are the windows to the soul.

After a brief contact, Han Chunming found that Mr. Guan's eyes were bright and sharp, and he didn't look old at all.

Putting aside such boring thoughts, Han Chunming skillfully took out two cups and just put them on the small table when the old man confiscated one of them.

"This is for me. You have no chance to drink it. Go home if you want to."

What an old man who is addicted to alcohol!

Han Chunming no longer had the nervousness and anxiety he had felt before, and he complained, "Master, you are too stingy. I bought this."

"If you don't buy it, who will?" Grandpa Guan unscrewed the lid. His hands were steady and he poured just the right amount of wine into a glass. He picked it up without any shaking and drank it all in one gulp.

"Tsk, good wine."

This time he didn't need to pour the wine himself. Han Chunming tactfully poured a glass for him, put down his chopsticks, and opened the peanuts.

"That's more like it. You haven't been back for three or four years. Now that you're back in the city, shouldn't you be more respectful to me, an old man?"

Han Chunming immediately expressed his position:

"Yes, I didn't have the chance before, but now I have a job and some money in my pocket. From now on, I will treat you to a drink every now and then, how about that?"

"Hahaha, you are worthy of being my good disciple. Come, have a drink with Master."

Han Chunming was rewarded with a glass of wine, and he drank it with the old man, and then he got straight to the point.

"Master, I've been reading books these days when I have nothing to do, but I've found that I'm not making much progress. There are some things I'm still unsure about. What should I do?"

Grandpa Guan ate a peanut and pointed to the cabinet next to him. "There is a cloth bag and two boxes in there. Take them out."

Han Chunming went downstairs, opened the vertical cabinet, and took out a large package and two boxes.

Mr. Guan first opened a box, which was full of broken porcelain.

"Come on, tell me whether it's real or not, and its age. The more detailed the better."

Han Chunming took the small piece of porcelain. There was nothing on it, but based on the texture of the broken part and the patterns on it, he was able to make a judgment.

"It's fake, an imitation of the Qing Dynasty official kiln."

Old Master Guan nodded and handed him another piece. Then Han Chunming frowned. He was not sure about this piece.

"Hiss...really? It's similar to the previous one, but the pattern on it seems quite correct."

Old Master Guan shook his head and gave him another piece.

This time he could judge clearly.

"It's really real, from the Qing Dynasty official kiln. The one in front is also fake."

"That's right." Grandpa Guan nodded, pointed at the fragments in the box and said, "You have learned enough from books. You have also read the rest except for those absolutely unique ones. What you lack now is experience.

But experience is the most difficult, which can only be gained through real observation and real touch.

These are the things I used for my training. You can take them. The box contains various bronze artifacts, and the package contains some rare books. Even if they are passed down to you, just treat them well. "

"Thank you, Master."

Han Chunming was delighted. He put the fragments directly into the box and closed the lid, as if he was afraid that Mr. Guan would go back on his word.

"You kid, you deserve a beating."

After cursing, Mr. Guan asked Han Chunming to pour wine, and took the opportunity for Han Chunming to start showing off his treasures.

"Master, I got an old pipe a while ago. It's made of copper and has two letters on it. Can you take a look at it?"

Mr. Guang put down the cup and asked Han Chunming to write the two letters on the table.

Han Chunming wrote down [J], [B] with tea. Grandpa Guan perked up and said immediately, "Well, it's a good thing."

"Could you tell me more about this?"

Looking at Han Chunming's appearance of offering treasures, how could Master Guan not see that this disciple already knew the origins? He laughed and scolded:

"You, why are you so unstable now? Tell me, is there anything else you want me to help you with?"

Han Chunming chuckled and described the characteristics of the official hat chair.

"Well, according to what you said, it is indeed a Ming Dynasty official hat chair with four protruding corners. If I guessed correctly, the material is Huanghuali?"

Han Chunming nodded.

"Yes, it is an item. Bring it to me someday and I'll sit on it for two days." Seeing Han Chunming's stingy look, Grandpa Guan waved his hand and said, "I won't take advantage of you. You move the armchair in the south room."

"Really?" Han Chunming exclaimed, and then he pressed the issue, "Do I have to move that couple too?"

"Move away. It makes me upset to see you stay here alone." Old Master Guan waved his hand.

He has a pair of rosewood armchairs in his south room, which date back to the mid-Qing Dynasty, but are well preserved and can still be paired. They are worth a lot of money. Han Chunming had taken a fancy to them before, and now he is willing to exchange them.

"Okay, then I'll move it in for you when I have time, and let you stay for two days."

Afterwards, Han Chunming mentioned other items, one or two of which were rare, which made Grandpa Guan itching to see them. He kept urging Han Chunming to bring the things to him as soon as possible so that he could have a look.

Han Chunming didn't hesitate and agreed with a pat on his chest.

At the same time, in order to broaden his horizons, he begged the old man to take out his most valuable things so that he could broaden his horizons, but in the end he was kicked out.

"What are you doing? If you don't want to look, then don't look. As for chasing people away, luckily I was quick-witted, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take these treasures away."

Han Chunming went home happily holding a package and two boxes.

"Chunming, is this given to you by your master?" asked Han's mother.

Han Chunming nodded and carefully opened the lid. Han Chunsheng pouted, "What? They are just broken pieces. You treat them like treasures. You are so useless."

Ignoring his foolish second brother, Han Chunming began to carefully distinguish.

Han Chunming stretched and the sky began to clear up. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and the autumn rain did not last long.

In the courtyard after the rain, the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth. Standing in the middle of the yard, he took a few deep breaths, feeling the fragrance.

The smell of the soil was refreshing, giving him a feeling of being one with nature.

Close your eyes and listen quietly to the sound of raindrops falling on the steps. It is a soft and rhythmic tapping, like a beautiful melody played by nature. Your mood becomes relaxed with the fresh air and the pleasant sound of rain.

The ground in the courtyard became muddy due to moisture. Han Chunming walked carefully for fear of slipping. He looked down at the soil under his feet. The moist brown soil seemed like the skin of the earth, nurturing the power of life.

The flowers, plants and trees in the yard also look particularly fresh after the rain. Crystal clear water droplets hang on the withered yellow leaves, like pearls bestowed upon them by nature.

Han Chunming could even see the entire process of water droplets rolling on the leaves.

There was a sound of birds singing in the distance. Han Chunming looked up and saw a little bird jumping happily on a branch. They seemed to be enjoying the freshness after the rain and conveying happiness with their singing.

Han Chunming felt all this and felt more relaxed and happy.

"Chunming, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you help me? This is such a horrible weather. It rains as soon as it starts. The only bad thing about the yard is that it turns into mud when it rains. My new shoes are like shit."

Cheng Jianjun was pushing his bicycle out of the backyard. There was a small puddle there, and he didn't want to get his shoes dirty, so he asked Han Chunming for help.

Han Chunming picked up a brick from the roadside and pretended to throw it over.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't."

Cheng Jianjun immediately pulled his bicycle backwards. If the brick fell into the puddle, his clothes would be ruined.

"Hey, just teasing you."

Han Chunming bent down, gently placed the bricks into the water, built a brick road, and helped Cheng Jianjun lift the bicycle.

Cheng Jianjun landed safely, but instead of saying thank you, he showed off his bicycle.

"Chunming, what do you think of my bicycle?"

[I couldn't see Han Chunming before, but now that I've caught him, I have to show him off.]

This is what Cheng Jianjun really thinks.

Han Chunming looked at this car which was obviously his own work. He gave a thumbs up and put on a bright smile.

"It's really good, much better than the one I have!"

"Hahahaha, I knew it!" Cheng Jianjun laughed proudly, no, it could be said to be arrogant.