Chapter 578 She seems to have fallen off

   "Do you have Gu Kaizhi's paintings here?"

  Although she is still a little surprised, Liu Liang's heart is a little moved. If she does, she still wants to buy it back. She hangs that she will appreciate it for a few years and want to donate it in the future. If you donate it again, it is not a loss.

   "Yes." The teahouse shopkeeper said with a smile.

  "Don't tell me, it is true. These people are all here for Gu Kaizhi's paintings."

"I want too."

Liu Liang is so fascinated to like Gu Kaizhi’s paintings that she has received so many paintings, but she treats Gu Kaizhi’s paintings so much that she likes to take them out and touch them when she’s fine. , And then appreciate the appreciation.

But in the end, she was willing to donate the painting, and she still didn't receive a pen, because it was worth it, and also because she wanted more people, and when she saw the painting, maybe they would like her, they would like it, and they would be surprised. , Will be moved.

  But what if she still wants one?

   "Everyone wants it."

  The shopkeeper of the tea house is telling the truth, who doesn’t want it, a masterpiece, a priceless treasure.

   "Where is that picture?"

  Liu Liang guessed whether the painting was in which shop, and after the early morning, would it be able to be displayed? Will it be auctioned, auctioned, or robbed?

  She dared to say that if she robbed her, no one could rob her, and if she robbed it, it would be impossible for others to find it for the rest of her life, but it was a bit unethical.

   "At the National Museum!"

  The shopkeeper of the tea house sighed, as if he was regretful.

  Liu Liang "…"

  In the National Museum, there is only one authentic piece of Gu Kaizhi, which belongs to her, and she has donated it, so it is impossible to come back again. She can't do such a shameful thing.

"Ha ha…"

The shopkeeper of the tea house laughed again, "You may not know that someone bought the painting by Gu Kaizhi from our dark street. The painting has been in the dark street for several years and has been left unattended. What do you think? They are all fake paintings that look like fake paintings. Who can buy them at a big price?"

   "As a result, I didn't expect that this fake painting, which cannot be faked, is a real one, and the person actually donated it in the end."

   "So, that's it," he spread his hands. "You see, there are so many people in the dark street because of the Gu Kaizhi painting. I don't know what the eyesight of the person who got the painting is, how can I distinguish the true from the false? "

   "Why didn't so many masters recognize it, but he bought it?"

   "Maybe, luck."

  Liu Liang picked up the cup and filled her mouth with a large glass of water. Well, yes, it is luck. This is definitely luck.

   "It's good luck."

  Zeng Xubai followed her words, the smile in her eyes was extremely warm, but Liu Liang felt that her face was so hot.

  Alas, she feels like she is about to fall off.

"Maybe."

  The shopkeeper of the tea house has the same idea. Maybe he has more luck. Otherwise, those who are proficient in this way can't compare with a person who has no experience and experience?

   "Good luck Dr. Liu."

  Zeng Xubai poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Liu Liang.

   "Well," Liu Liang drank tea obediently. Anyway, what she said now, what is that, in order not to lose her horse, she pretended to be deep.

   "Perform well this time."

  Zeng Xubai almost touched her head for encouragement.

"I will."

  Liu Liang clenched her fist, I will definitely perform well and strive to get more antiques, because there will be no chance in the future.

  Fortunately, Zeng Xubai never asked the question from the beginning. Liu Liang chose the painting because he regarded her as luck. Just like those jadeites, some people are already stronger in their talents.

  Liu Liang’s talent in medical skills is better than ordinary people, and her gambling on stones is the same.

  This is the case for him, as long as she is Liu Liang.

   "I'm going to buy some things," Liu Liang stood up, and walked to the small stalls. Just drinking tea seemed a bit monotonous and boring.

  After a while, she came back with a bunch of things, but when she came back, she found out that an acquaintance had come, Ling Shiyang who was sitting in a wheelchair, and Xu Jiajia who had wrapped her own like a mummy.

   Liu Liang walked past them, and he could obviously feel the look they put on her body. She wanted to tear her apart, but there was nothing to do with her.

  This feeling, how can it be so painful coming soon.

She put all the things she bought on the table, and the two of them just drank a cup of tea and one tea, and occasionally went outside to buy some small things. Most of the time, she just sat here and seemed to be tasting them. The existence of a period of history, in such a quaint place, will really forget the age and time of oneself.

  She smiled at them very eagerly. Sure enough, she also found that the breath of the two people had become heavier.

  How much do you hate her?

  She just smiled, she was able to kill her popularity to half-death. She hadn't harmed others yet, so unworthy, sure enough, she was still too young.

  If it was replaced by Mr. Ling, it would be a different result.

  The hair is not growing up, and I still want to find her.

  Did she live two lives in vain?

  I was calculated by someone in the previous life, but if she is passive in this life, if she does this calculation or that calculation, she will not be a waste of life.

  Zeng Xubai reached out his hand and stuffed her mouth with a snack.

   "Eat more and be less angry."

   "I'm not angry."

   Liu Liang bit the snack hard, angry at others, and how unhealthy she is. She is a doctor, she is very careful, she wants to live well, so she must be less angry.

  We will buy some more things in a while, and we will go back to the inn. The air here is polluted, which I don’t like.

   "Don't you still say you are angry?"

Zeng Xubai knew that she still hated this place, because she hated those two people, even if those two people said nothing or did nothing, but as long as they were there, Liu Liang would be all kinds of uncomfortable. .

   "Since you don't like it, just don't see it."

   "Let's go."

  Zeng Xubai stood up and also packed up the snacks on the table.

  This is the fine tradition of their family, that is, no food is wasted. Even Dabao and Xiaobao are the same. No matter at home or outside, they are the same at their dining table. There will be no waste.

  The shopkeeper of the teahouse, seeing their empty tables and the light concealed in their eyes, couldn’t help but followed them with more appreciation.

  Good education can be seen from the details.

  These two people are really very comfortable.

With a cry, Xu Jiajia smashed the cup she was holding on the ground, which also caused the teahouse shopkeeper to sink her face.

   After Liu Liang heard the sound, she looked back and saw the torn cup on the ground, Xu Jiajia, who was still wrapped tightly and could not see her face, and Ling Shiyang, who was sitting in a wheel chair, obviously in shock.

  (End of this chapter)