is dying, I can't sleep with a toothache in the early morning, and wake up to update a chapter. Well, the weather on our side is very dry, even the GD side is snowing, and there is no snow here at all. We are in the North China Plain! Snow flakes from the beginning of the winter, the weather is terribly dry, and the virus is even more rampant. My throat is just right, this toothache keeps up again, unfortunately...

　　 Time is pushed forward a bit, when the three of Yang Jing and his father drove to Fuxin on the road.

　　 At about nine o'clock in the morning, Yang Jing's grandfather welcomed two old men with gray hair and a little trembling behavior.

　　 Yang Jing's aunt and mother obviously know these two old people who are no younger than their own father.

　　 "Uncle Yang, Uncle Wang, I'm sorry to let you run a long way." Auntie opened the door to greet the two elderly people, and greeted them respectfully.

"Little Zhen, you are just slapping our old brothers in the face. I haven't been able to come to see Brother Li for so long, and I feel a little uneasy in my heart." The thin old man, whose name is Yang Tianmin, is ninety-two years old this year, ten years older than his grandfather. He retired in the 1980s and served as the curator of the Tianqu City Museum before he retired.

　　 That's right, this old man is the museum curator who identified the fake "Picture of Birds from Dead Wood" to his grandfather back then.

　　 As for the other tall and fat old man, he is also 80 years old, younger than Yang Jing's grandfather. This old man is called Wang Ketian. He is also a well-known antique expert in Tianqu City, especially proficient in calligraphy and painting. When Grandpa asked someone to appraise the fake painting, the first person he looked for was the old man.

　　 "Hello, Uncle Wang, please come in, my dad is waiting for you two." The aunt bowed again to the old man Wang, and greeted the two of them into the house.

　　 There was still an Audi A6 parked outside the gate, but the driver did not get out of the car. Instead, he sat in the car and waved his hand at Yang Jing's aunt, indicating that he would not enter the house.

　　 This Audi A6 belongs to the son of Mr. Wang. Elder Wang's son is a well-known private entrepreneur in Tianqu City. He now runs the largest private chemical company in Tianqu City, with a net worth of several hundred million.

The two old men were friends that Yang Jing's grandfather knew when he was playing antiques, and they have been walking around very well over the years. When Yang Jing's grandfather had an operation, these two old men and some old friends in the circle were both After coming to visit Grandpa, Mr. Yang and Mr. Wang have come together many times.

　　 Later when my grandfather was recuperating at home, these two old men also came to see grandpa after a while.

　　 When the three old men met in the house, it was naturally another greeting.

　　 Grandpa can remember his friends before the illness. These two grandpas are friends with Grandpa for years. Of course he can't forget these two.

　　 But obviously, Grandpa had forgotten why he invited these two over.

　　Grandpa thought that these two old friends were here to visit him, and they were still polite there. "Oh, my brother Yang and Brother Wang, what else are you two running? Just make a call if you have anything to do. Don't worry about me here. The children are well taken care of. I ate and slept all day long. I don’t want to eat anything, so I don’t have to worry about it..."

The auntie on the side smiled helplessly, and said to the two old men: "Uncle Yang, Uncle Wang, my dad has forgotten that he insisted on asking you to come over. I'm sorry, you also know that my dad is sick. ....."

Old man Yang smiled and waved his hand and said: "Xiaozhen, don't worry, you and Lao Wang also know what is going on with your dad's illness, and we won't mind. But the thing your dad said on the phone yesterday But really?"

The aunt nodded and said: "It's true. Yesterday morning, my brother and my nephew pushed my dad to the Grand Canal Antique City to relax, but my nephew bought a printed copy for 10,000 yuan, and then Five different pages were found inside. Yesterday, my dad also read it. He suspected that it might be the Song Shu blockbuster. But my dad is not sure. He has been thinking about it all the time. Yesterday afternoon, he has to say anything. Please come over and give the palm of your hand."

　　Because Yang Jing's grandfather likes antiques very much, even the family with Lao Li's family knows some knowledge and terminology of antiques. Before my grandpa's illness, the family was friends from the antiques industry, and Xun also smoked out of them all the year round.

　　 Auntie said that, grandpa immediately remembered the five pages of "The Collection of Flowers", and immediately became energetic.

　　 "I said Brother Yang and Brother Wang. Yesterday my grandson bought a book in the Antique City, and it turned out that there were five pages in it that I looked like it was Song Shuke. Now you are here just right, and palm your hands for me."

　　 Talking, Grandpa turned his head and said to Yang Jing's mother: "Xiaoping, hurry up and take the book that Yang Jing bought yesterday, and let you take a look at Uncle Yang and Uncle Wang."

　　Mother Yang immediately turned around and walked to the old man's room, put on gloves and took out the "Flower Room Collection" that her son bought yesterday from the drawer.

　　 Mr. Yang put on his gloves and accepted the "The Collection of Flowers", and his face immediately showed a pity.

　　 "Tsk tsk, it's a pity, this should be a printed copy, but the preservation is too bad..."

　　 Elder Wang put on reading glasses and looked down, also showing a look of regret.

Aunt 　　 pulled the chairs for the two old men, and asked the two old men to sit down. Only then did the two old men look carefully at the "Hua Jian Ji".

After turning two pages, the two old men looked at each other, and the old man nodded very surely and said: "Yes, this is a Ming-printed copy, and it should be a Ming-printed copy of the Song-printed version. UU看书www.uukanshu .com Tsk tsk, if it is better preserved, with this thin gold body alone, this book can sell for at least fifty thousand yuan."

　　 Old man Yang also nodded and said, "Lao Li, this book is very good. Do you remember your grandson called Yang Jing? This young man is good!"

　　 Grandpa smiled and nodded. The old friend praised his grandson, which made him more happy than he picked up a leak.

　　 The two old men stopped talking, but continued to scroll down. But it was almost the same as when Grandpa read this book yesterday. When I turned to page six, the two old men didn't see any difference on this page.

　　 It was only after turning a few pages down to the eleventh page that the two old men uttered a whisper.

　　 The two old men looked at each other again, nodded in unison, and then old man Yang began to turn forward, turning to the sixth page.

　　 "Pharaoh, these two pages are not quite right!" Mr. Yang pushed his reading glasses and said to Mr. Wang.

　　 "It's a bit wrong, if it weren't for this page, I wouldn't really see it."

　　 Old man Yang raised his head and asked his grandfather, "Lao Li, are you talking about these pages?"

　　 Although grandpa didn't remember much after the operation, he still remembered certain things clearly, such as yesterday's "The Collection of Flowers".

　　 Grandpa nodded and said, "In addition to these two pages, there are three more pages behind, here, here, and this page."

　　 Seeing that grandpa directly clicked three more pages from the remaining pages, the two old men immediately observed again. After a long time, the two old men's faces showed surprise expressions...

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