Grand Collection

In the middle of the night, Meng Xin came to knock on the door, and Kong Xin opened the door with a pair of drunken red eyes. The haggard appearance startled Meng Xin, who would not change color when Mount Tai collapsed in front of her eyes, "Why do you drink so much?"

"I helped Luo Zigeng replace the wine, and I was fed up by those old brothers." Kong Xin went to wash his face with cold water, and his mind cleared up, "How is it?"

Meng Xin put a black cloth bag on the table and opened it. There was a clattering sound, and more than a dozen pieces of broken porcelain were poured out, "You guessed right. Sure enough, someone inside stole the porcelain pieces and sold them. On the street in front of the Dragon King Temple On the Internet, a small ghost market has been formed, but they are all pieces of broken porcelain, and there is no whole thing."

"There will definitely not be a whole vessel. Don't look at so many collectors and antique dealers coming now. I'm afraid there are not many people who can really eat a whole firewood kiln." Kong Xin picked up a piece of porcelain casually, "Just These broken pieces of porcelain are probably not cheap, right?"

Meng Xin nodded, "Hundreds, thousands."

"I don't know from which corner they were picked out," Kong Xin cursed, and threw it aside, "The price is dozens of times higher than that on Antique Street. This is fishing in troubled waters."

After brewing strong tea, the two of them sat under the lamp and touched the pieces of broken porcelain to identify the age. Meng Xin had already made a rough estimate when she bought it, but in the atmosphere of the ghost market, she couldn't tell the difference at all. After doing it again, I found that most of them are fakes, but there are very few real "beads".

The most terrible thing is that there is no authoritative literature to tell you what the standard of a firewood kiln is. Just relying on the sentence "green as bright as the sky, as thin as a mirror, as thin as paper, and as sound as a chime", it is simply ridiculously abstract.

Putting aside the doubtful tiles, ready to take them back to Nanjing to be appraised by Kong Yangshan, Kong Xinxin drank the tea, rubbed his eyes and stood up, only to find that the bones all over his body were stiff and crackling.

"Go to sleep for a while," Meng Xin put down the tile, "I'll do the rest."

Kong Xin stared into his scarlet eyes, "I'm not sleepy, there must be a market tomorrow morning, call Luo Zigeng, let's go there together."

Meng Xin frowned slightly, "Can you bear it?"

"Hey," Kong Xin grinned, "I'm excited."

At four o'clock in the morning, Luo Zigeng was called up. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Kong Xin standing outside the door. His face was as haggard as if he had just been picked up from a grave, but his bloodshot eyes were bright, "Boy, Don't you like to visit ghost markets, let's go, brother will take you there to open your eyes."

"Ghost market?" Luo Zigeng was taken aback, "There is also here?"

Kong Xin gave him a white look, "You discriminate against people's small places. If there is demand, there will be a market. Hurry up and get dressed, and it will be daylight if you wait any longer."

In the early morning of winter, the wind was blowing, and Kong Xin was wrapped in a padded jacket and howled, "Oh, my father is freezing to death..."

Luo Zigeng untied the scarf and handed it over. Kong Xin was stunned, and quickly waved his hand, "Don't be like this, I'm rough and fleshy, it's okay, in case you get sick from the cold, and Wen Zhijun wants to rely on me, I don't want to argue with him, hurry up Surround yourself."

"I'm not cold."

"No, no, no," Kong Xin shrunk his head, ran forward in small steps, and shouted, "Day, day, day... Hurry up, you two, we will be warm when we run."

Meng Xin copied her hands, glanced at Luo Zigeng very leisurely, and ran forward following Kong Xin.

Luo Zigeng tied the scarf silently, always feeling that Meng Xin seemed to understand something at that glance.

There is the Dragon King Temple outside the village. Every year during the temple fair, there is a big fair here. At this time, the place that should be quiet and deserted is full of people.

There were seven or eight migrant workers wrapped in military overcoats, with bags of broken porcelain in front of them, which were said to have been left behind by them when they were working on the excavation site.

Since it is an old kiln site, there must be broken pieces of porcelain. The higher authorities only care about whether there is a whole vessel unearthed, and they don’t really care about these broken pieces of porcelain. However, collectors from all over the country like it, so it breeds Such a mysterious market.

"We split up," Kong Xin squinted his eyes and smirked, "Xiao Meng goes to the left, Luo Zigeng goes to the right, I'll go straight, let's open the door and see how many good things we can collect."

"Okay." Meng Xin smiled slightly, took a flashlight and went to the crowd on the left.

Kong Xin looked at Luo Zigeng, "Boy, are you confident?"

Luo Zigeng said intentionally, "No."

"I'm really not motivated," Kong Xin patted him on the shoulder and dangled a cigarette, "There is no other way now, we have to do nothing for at least a week, only accept these broken pieces of porcelain, When this week is over, if your eyesight has not improved, kill yourself."

"..." Luo Zigeng stared at his back with deep eyes.

——I always feel that the person in front of me is so close to me, yet so far away.

Facts have proved that Kong Xin's forecast was still too optimistic. They didn't do any big things for more than a week, a full 20 days, and spent all of them on these broken pieces of porcelain.

The weather was cold, and the day and night were upside down. Kong Xin caught a cold at the speed of a rocket, and then had a fever of 39 degrees at the speed of a spaceship.

"Brother Kong, how do you feel?" Luo Zigeng raised his hand to touch his forehead and frowned, "Why is it burning again?"

Kong Xin huddled under the quilt, showing his pitiful eyes, looking at him listlessly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Will you continue to hang the water?"

"It's been hanging for a week, and the doctor said to stop for a day to see," Luo Zigeng smiled, "Don't worry, the disease is gone like a thread, and you must lie in bed for a few more days, but your physical fitness is too poor, and your immunity is too weak. Low, exercise."

Kong Xin rolled his eyes twice, but did not speak.

Luo Zigeng caught it keenly and slowed down his voice, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Kong Xin scratched his messy hair, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't say it. After all, it's not a glorious thing, because he thought he was always healthy, but suddenly became ill like this, isn't it AIDS?

I don’t know if other GAYs will worry about this. Anyway, he is quite afraid. He has no unclean sexual behavior, but it is hard to guarantee that Ji Kai will not steal. That kid started eating meat at the age of 14. Now this age is full of love and playfulness When I was in bed, if I contracted some dirty disease with others, I would go to bed with myself again when I came back. Wouldn't it be possible to infect another person?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that his love life was really bumpy.

"What's going on?" Luo Zigeng stared at him suspiciously. The man's expression suddenly turned sad, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Kong Xin was dizzy from the fever, his mind was full of random thoughts, and he sighed hopelessly, "It's okay."

Luo Zigeng was stunned for a moment, and didn't ask any more. There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and he said softly, "Don't think too much, it's just a cold, and it will get better soon."

Meng Xin knocked on the door and came in, holding the phone, "Kong Xin, is your phone turned off?"

"Ah?" Kong Xin took out the phone and found that it had turned off automatically at some point, "Oh, I forgot to charge it, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Kong called me and said that the museum invited A Shigong to come to Ruzhou for appraisal. We can follow up and have a look."

Kong Xin was pleasantly surprised, "Ah Shigong? When will he come?"

"Tomorrow morning."

The three of them were all very happy. Zhu Ashi was an old man in the Nanjing antique shop. He was the youngest among the "Ten Bogus" who were famous in Stone City before the liberation, and he was the only one left. Seniority and experience can be called living fossils in the antique industry.

The old man loves antiques and cooking all his life, and is a well-known gourmet in the circle. The Braised Cuisine Building that Kong Xin admires so much is the property of the old man.

Early the next morning, Kong Xin pulled out the needle bottle and went out. The excavation site of the chai kiln was under martial law. Without the special approval of the provincial leaders, it was impossible to enter. Such a good opportunity must not be missed.

Zhu Ashi is already in the age of Zhang Chao, with a childlike face and white hair. When he saw Kong Xin, he squeezed his face hard and laughed loudly, "Yes, yes, the longer he grows, the more he looks like your grandfather. Alas, Xiaomeng still doesn't love him. Smile, it's also a virtue like Meng Laoqi back then."

"Grandpa Meng Qi is not as handsome as our little Meng," Kong Xin teased Meng Xin's chin playfully, "isn't it, Mr. Shi."

"Yes, yes, Xiaomeng is the most handsome," said Zhu Ashi in a nonchalant manner, turning two Wenwan walnuts in one hand, and raised his thumb with the other hand, and said in a loud voice, "better than Pan An, Yan Rushunhua, demeanor Pianpian, with a dignified appearance, a face like peaches and plums, as cold as ice..."

"Enough!" Meng Xin interrupted him coldly, "Enough is enough for both of you!"

Kong Xin laughed loudly, dragged Luo Zigeng over, and pushed him in front of Zhu Ashi, "Ashigong, this is Wen Zhijun's younger brother, surnamed Luo, Luo Zigeng is following me now."

The old man looked at him with his reading glasses for a long time, and suddenly he said, "I know who it is, he looks really like Wen Zhijun, ouch, I like your little Huya the most, hey, Xiao Luozi, your mother was an old lady beauty."

Luo Zigeng protested, "Don't call me Xiao Luozi!"

"What do you call that?" Zhu Ashi asked seriously, "Humppot? Xiao Genggeng?"

Luo Zigeng broke down, thinking that this old man is definitely not as famous as meeting him, and living fossils, etc., really need to be enshrined on the altar.

No matter how bad his personality is, the old man's status in the circle should not be underestimated, otherwise he would not have been invited by the museum all the way.The three transformed themselves into assistants of the living fossil, and easily followed the old man into the "forbidden zone".

"Mr. Zhu, these are all porcelain fragments excavated this time," the staff member pointed to the broken porcelain fragments in front of him and introduced respectfully to Zhu Ashi. "There are also some that have been identified and are also very valuable for research."

The old man nodded solemnly, his expression very noble and glamorous.

Kong Xin quickly handed over the microphotograph, and the old man leaned over to pick up the porcelain pieces and appraised them one by one in detail. He took a deep breath and was deeply moved, "I didn't expect that I, Zhu Ashi, would see the firewood kiln in my lifetime. Not thin..."

Putting the tile back to its original place, he said casually, "Xiaoxin Xiaomeng Xiaogeng, the three of you are also getting started. This learning opportunity is not easy to come by."

"Yes," the three of them pretended to be very obedient, and immediately rushed towards the broken porcelain pieces like hungry wolves. The old man was right. This learning opportunity is not easy to come by. It's so hard to come by!

Kong Xin held the porcelain piece, and Meng Xin exchanged a glance, both of them were shocked. This kind of beautiful color and delicate texture can only be found in the wood kiln, which is the god of porcelain.

After the rain, the sky is clear and the clouds are broken. This color is the future... Green as the sky, bright as a mirror, thin as paper, and sound like a chime... It's not a legend at all!

Back in the hotel, the three of them couldn't recover their emotions for a long time. After a long time, Luo Zigeng murmured, "As expected of a firewood kiln, it's so beautiful..."

"It's just broken pieces of porcelain. If it's a complete vessel, that vessel, that shape...how beautiful it would be," Kong Xin said with emotion, "If the country can dig out the whole vessel this time, it will definitely be a world-class shock."

Meng Xin was worried, "I'm afraid there isn't even a single piece of broken porcelain we collected from the construction site."

"That's not important," Kong Xin said in a soft voice as he lay lazily on the bed with a cold. "If we can touch the firewood kiln with our own hands, our trip will be worth it."

Meng Xin nodded.

"Zigeng," Kong Xin looked over, "what are you thinking?"

"I think," Luo Zigeng heaved a long sigh, "If my dad is still alive, how happy he would be if he could play with the firewood kiln once..."

Kong Xin frowned, raised his eyes to look at him, and said indifferently, "Knowing the ancients is endless, and those who miss the ancients will be poor. I hope you can remember."

Luo Zigeng shook his head, the night from heaven to hell emerged in his mind, his voice was bitter, "I'm afraid I will never forget it in my life."

"It's us who can't remember," Meng Xin said softly, "Ashin, if it weren't for the great family and business, we would have been jingling poor long ago."

"Haha," Kong Xin laughed, "Yes, we can be called the richest poor."

The Kong family is a family of collectors that has lasted for generations, and the house is full of national treasures. Although they claim to be collecting collections, they are reluctant to sell any of them. There is not much cash in their accounts. They are indeed rich and poor.

In the evening, Kong Xin had a fever again. He asked a doctor to come and get an injection, and then he lay down on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep. No one who drools.

The night was getting deeper, thick curtains covered the turbulent night sky outside the window, and a small night light by the bed shrouded the small room in dim yellow light.

Luo Zigeng gently tucked the quilt over Kong Xin, and looked down at his deep sleeping face with soft eyes.

Since when did you have a strange feeling for him?

The rescue on Antique Street?Or a helping hand after losing a parent?It's still the maintenance in front of Pan Nanhua...so short a relationship, but so many memories.

In the quiet room, there were only the sound of the two breathing. Luo Zigeng gently stroked his hair. This guy... looks sharp and refined, but in fact he is very confused and fragile. He catches a cold at the slightest bit of cold and refuses to heal...

"Get well soon," Luo Zigeng laughed silently, leaned over quietly, and gently kissed his hair.

Suddenly, a clear Guqin music sounded, and the screen of Kong Xin's mobile phone lit up on the bedside table.

Kong Xin got out of the bed in pain, squinted his sleepy eyes and scratched at the bedside table for a long time, touched the mobile phone, put it to his ear, and cursed after hearing it, "Bastard, you grandson, don't even check what time it is!"

"I don't have the time to talk to you," Wang Baxian yelled with a rare seriousness, speaking quickly, "Come to the emerald hotel where the king is staying, there is big business, be careful on the way, don't let other people watch you."

Kong Xin was stunned, "...what big business?"

Wang Baxian snorted coldly, "Will I tell you over the phone about the tens of millions of big business?"

Kong Xin was agitated, Wang Baxian's way was rough enough, he never doubted that since he was talking about tens of millions of big business, it must not be too far behind.

Then he replied, "Okay, wait, I'll be right there."

Gritting his teeth and crawling out of bed, he turned his face and saw Luo Zigeng sitting in front of the bed, trembling, almost lost his soul, "You you you...why are you in my room? Sleepwalking?"

"Sleepwalking!" Luo Zigeng was so angry that he kindly stayed in the room to take care of him, which was a crime!

Kong Xin wrapped himself in a big padded jacket, "Next time sleepwalking to Xiaomeng's room, I've always been curious if he's so indifferent, whether he will have nocturnal emissions, you just help me find out."

Luo Zigeng was speechless, and changed the subject, "What's the matter with the Eight Sage Kings?"

"It's a big business," Kong Xin frowned, "Although he is unreliable, but it's so late, he shouldn't be messing with me."