Grand Collection

They really didn't have time to go back to the city that night. Wang Baxian booked a room at the local hot spring hotel early in the morning. He was the first one in the antique shop to enjoy it. Naturally, he didn't want to take the car on the road at night, and went after negotiating a big deal. Soak in a hot spring, find a few beautiful and well-behaved beauties, shake dice and play flying chess, and live happily like a fairy.

Kong Xin was fooled by him and decided to stay in the same hotel.

There are no recreational activities in the backcountry, and the three of them went back to the hotel to soak in the hot springs after eating their homemade dishes. Wang Baxian leaned in the pool, surrounded by water mist, and his voice was ethereal, "I heard that you went to Ruzhou? What harvest to share with my brother."

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Kong Xin closed his eyes and remained calm.

"What else? Fuck, do you have anything to do with me when you go to a cardiologist? I'm short-sighted, why don't I care about Wen Zhijun? He's my love rival!" Pick up a cup and take a sip of rice wine, "I only care about whether you have seen the firewood kiln when you went to Gujiangtai."

"Nonsense, you can't think about it yourself?" Kong Xin was impatient.

"Hey, don't hide your secrets from me," Wang Baxian said with his head up to the bottom of the water, only showing his mouth and two nostrils, "I tell you, there is absolutely such a thing as a firewood kiln." of."

Kong Xin opened his eyes, "Why are you so sure?"

Wang Baxian cautiously glanced at Luo Zigeng, who was resting with his eyes closed, Kong Xin lowered his voice, "I'm one of my own, keep your mouth tight and careful, and don't get in the way."

"Well," Wang Baxian leaned over and put his warm arms around Kong Xin's shoulders. Kong Xin's 1.8-meter tall man made him feel like a small bird, and he couldn't help being angry, "Bastard, you His mother has something to say, don't touch your hands..."

Luo Zigeng opened his eyes suddenly and turned to look at them.

Wang Baxian was also angry, "Kong Daluobo, you are a fucking idiot, pee and mud are friends, will you die if you hug me?"

"Are you still talking?"

"Tell me, of course I say," Wang Baxian let go of him in frustration, held a wine glass and clinked with him, narrowing his eyes a little bit recalling the past, "Why do firewood kilns exist? It's because someone has actually seen it. It's not someone else, but my old man who has traveled westward with a crane."

Kong Xin sipped the rice wine and listened noncommittally. The growth history of the two of them was a history of blood and tears of cheating and being deceived. The 26 years of blood and tears made Kong Xin put the person in front of him on the blacklist: full of big talk, fake Talk, nonsense, there is no fucking truth!

"What expression do you have?" Wang Baxian stared, "Don't believe me?"

Kong Xin said blankly, "I don't believe it."

Mr. Wang was a well-known broker 50 years ago. Although he never married, he only adopted Wang Baxian in his sixtieth year, but this does not affect his popularity in the antique industry.

However, if Wang Baxian talks about Kong Xin as farting, then Mr. Wang doesn't even talk about farting. He is a bigger fool than Wang Baxian.

"My dear, you are too suspicious," Wang Baxian snorted, and continued, "The old man told me this when he was dying. When he was young, he saw a real firewood kiln in Jingdezhen. It was as green as the sky and as bright as the sky." Mirror, thin as paper, sound like chime..."

Kong Xin was moved, "Jingdezhen?"

"Yes," Wang Baxian said with longing in his tone, "It was rumored in the early years that there was a great collector in Jingdezhen, Kang Wuxie, who was able to imitate a good official kiln, and that firewood kiln was in his hands."

"Kang Wuxie?" Kong Xin suddenly raised his voice, "Kang Fang?"

Wang Baxian raised his eyes, "Do you look down on counterfeit goods?"

Kong Xin didn't answer. Their antique store is just a tea table with cups and cups washed and washed. Every day, people drill holes and others pick up leaks. The most fearful thing is to encounter imitations.

But you can't blame the culprits of those burning imitations. They burnt antique works of art, and even have the certificate of "folk craftsman" issued by the state.

To be honest, this is not unreasonable. Ceramic firing is a precious handicraft handed down from generation to generation. If you have poor eyesight, you can’t blame others for making it so realistic.

"I don't look down on it," Kong Xin said lightly, "Gujin Pavilion also sells some antique crafts, but if you say that Kang Wuxie has a firewood kiln, the credibility of this place will be compromised. Who doesn't know that he is an official kiln? Wang, the imitation can almost be confused with the real one."

"Even if he can cheat the real one, he can only fool those Shaobao, but can he also fool my old man? Can he fool your grandpa?"

Kong Xin was taken aback, "My grandfather?"

Wang Baxian proudly said, "Let me tell you, on the day of appreciating the firewood kiln, half of my old man, your grandfather, Meng Qiye, Pan Xiaojiu, including A Shigong who is still alive, were present. No matter how powerful the evil technique is, can it fool those pair of fiery eyes?"

Kong Xin couldn't help but be moved. His good eyesight was honed from real gold and silver. His grandfather's generation passed through so many antiques that posterity can't even imagine, and posterity can't replicate that kind of ability to determine the truth at a glance. If it can get into their eyes, I am afraid that this firewood kiln is probably real.

"I heard that Kang Wuxie and his wife have a very good relationship. The two have a football team. Now I don't know who owns the firewood kiln. Even I can't find out," Wang Baxian said thoughtfully, "Hey, you Could it be that Mr. Kang was taken to the grave?"

"That's not sure," Kong Xin said casually. Although he doesn't pay much attention to deep burials now, if he really likes that thing, it's not impossible to use it for burial. He used his favorite Wanli Zhang Cricket Pot to hold the bones.

Wang Baxian got excited all of a sudden, "Hey, do you think I should find some people to dig Lao Kang's family's ancestral grave? Oh, that's really embarrassing, maybe Kang Wuxie and his wife are lying in it? But I reckon that the firewood kiln porcelain should not be big, and the ashes of two people are likely to be a bit crowded..."

"Fuck you," Kong Xin kicked him into the water, "you're missing eight lifetimes of virtue!"

Returning to the room after soaking in the hot spring, Luo Zigeng asked Kong Xin, "How credible are the words of the Eight Sage Kings?"

Kong Xin squatted in front of the TV looking for a disc, "What I said today...it's about fifty-five points. The firewood kiln does have the possibility of surviving, but he said that it is in the hands of Kang Wuxie, which is too fucking ridiculous."

Luo Zigeng nodded, who doesn't know that Kang Wuxie is the official kiln king who specializes in making imitations, if he has a collection of firewood kilns, it will be a joke in the world.

When Kong Xin turned around, Luo Zigeng raised his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. The person in front of him was in a loose bathrobe, revealing beautiful and firm chest muscles. After soaking in the hot spring, his complexion was rosy, his eyebrows and eyes were full of spring...he could not help but feel hot all over. .

"What are you looking at?" Kong Xin flicked the hem of his bathrobe, sat on the bed carelessly, his two sexy long legs crossed casually, and pressed a few times with the remote control, "It's getting late, go back to your room to sleep, tomorrow morning There is still a good show."

Luo Zigeng stared at his long legs, and replied dumbly, without moving.

Kong Xin was suspicious, turned his head to look over, suddenly burst into laughter, raised his foot to kick him, "Stupid boy, what are you looking for? Have you ever seen such a strong man?"

Luo Zigeng staggered a step from his kick, and fell down on the sofa, just in time to see the hot scene flashing by under the bathrobe, and immediately frowned, "You...you don't wear underwear!"

"Whether I like to wear it or not is none of your business?" Kong Xin was upset. He is a philanderer, but he is a philanderer with principles. No matter how attractive Luo Zigeng looks, the relationship between the two is not suitable. It's a matter of principle to develop on the bed, so he wholeheartedly draws a clear line with him, and never crosses the line in the slightest. He thinks that he is already an upright gentleman, and this bastard is an idiot!

Luo Zigeng was embarrassed, "I..."

"Go back to sleep!" Kong Xin threw the remote control at him, "You boy is weird enough today."

"Fuck off, fuck off, don't throw things from other people's hotels..." Luo Zigeng exited his room in a hurry, and he also felt that he was strange enough. This older man seemed to have magical powers, and his every move made him fantasize.

Standing outside his door for more than ten minutes, barely awake, Luo Zigeng went back to his room, tossed and turned on the bed, always couldn't help thinking about Kong Xin, his handsome eyebrows, beautiful chest muscles, sexy and slender legs...

In the middle of the night, Luo Zigeng crawled out of the bed in frustration, his legs were wet, and he suddenly collapsed while washing his underwear in the bathroom: Fuck, what happened to me? ? ?

When I climbed back to the bed, I heard noises coming from the next door. The hotel room is not soundproof, especially in the dead of night, the faint screams are extremely harsh.

Luo Zigeng sat up abruptly, pricked up his ears to listen twice, then picked up the quilt and covered his head.

—he's going crazy!He is going crazy! ! !

It was past two o'clock in the morning next door, Luo Zigeng heard the door click over there, and opened the door a crack in his nightgown, just in time to see a slender boy walking away with his waist supported, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he watched the boy disappear into the corridor At the end, he walked out of the room slowly, looked at Kong Xin's closed door, and pressed his lips hard.

All night.

The next morning, Luo Zigeng got up just after dawn, went downstairs and found out that Wang Baxian had left, bought breakfast and brought him back to the room, just in time to see Kong Xin standing at the door of the room with his mobile phone.

"Hey, I'm looking for you," Kong Xin smiled like an old cat stealing fish, "It's a good show."

"what?"

Kong Xin pulled him into the room, took the bag in his hand, took out the soy milk and inserted the straw, and said while drinking, "Pan Nanhua called me personally."

Luo Zigeng raised his head abruptly, "What is he going to do?"

"Don't be so sensitive, relax," Kong Xin ate the soy milk in one hand and the steamed stuffed bun in the other, slurring his speech with satisfaction, "Yesterday we picked up his big leak, the old fox is in pain."

"You mean that Xiu Nei Si Cong-style bottle?" Luo Zigeng reacted, and said in a deep voice, "He wants to eat our product?"

Kong Xin snorted coldly, "That depends on whether he has the ability."