Chapter 471 Liulichang
The guards sent two men to almost force him back without any courtesy.
“Let’s go back too. Thanks to these comrades, otherwise I would have been pissed off to death by that guy.
The Chairman said that women hold up half the sky, but he accused us women of showing our faces in public, which is really feudal and rude..."
Lin Anan's voice was not loud, but not small either, loud enough for several guards to hear clearly.
Anyway, they would get angry after hearing it.
The hatred for foreigners in his blood seemed to have awakened, and he had already figured out how to please the leader.
After such a commotion, the two of them lost the mood to go for a walk and just went back to their room.
"He said we are lagging behind..." Li Ran snorted twice.
"Backward?" Lin Anan laughed. "He probably doesn't know that we can send artificial satellites into space, send 10,000-ton ships out to sea, and in just a few decades, make this country that he once laughed at become an existence that they can't surpass!"
As she spoke, her eyes fell on her uniform. Every pattern on the fabric seemed like pride engraved in her bones.
With my interest ruined, the fatigue in my body also swept over me.
After washing up, they went to bed.
The next morning.
Lin Anan was awakened by the sound of pigeon whistles. When she opened the window, she saw employees in blue shirts pruning flowers and plants. Dewdrops fell from the tips of the scissors, creating silver dots on the blue bricks.
Li Ran also changed into plain clothes, a white shirt and black trousers, which made her look energetic and dashing. "An An, Commander Zheng said that we have free time today, why don't we go out for a walk? It's a rare opportunity to come to Kyoto."
"Well, I was going to go out anyway."
The two of them went out early and even bought their breakfast at the state-owned breakfast shop at the corner of the street. The sweet soy milk paired with sesame steamed buns tasted extremely good.
Li Ran suddenly pointed to the photo studio not far away, "An An, let's go take a picture! I want to send it to my mom!"
Seeing her eyes full of expectation, Lin Anan hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay."
There were many sample photos in the glass window of the photo studio. The two looked at them for a long time and found them very fresh. Kyoto is Kyoto, and many things there are very advanced!
The photographer was an elderly man wearing glasses. He was very enthusiastic and even picked a picture of the Summer Palace as the background for the two of them. "Isn't it beautiful? I'm the only one with the Summer Palace scenery at home. It's the only one in Kyoto!"
He spoke with a particularly proud tone.
"You said we are already in Beijing, why do we still need this background..."
Li Ran felt something was weird, but couldn't tell what was wrong.
Lin Anan was amused by her appearance, "It's okay, we're not going to the Summer Palace anyway, it's nice to take a picture."
"Um."
The old man adjusted the tripod and asked with a smile, "Young girl, are you from out of town? Look at her spirit, she looks like a member of a cultural troupe."
At the moment the shutter was pressed, Li Ran smiled particularly brightly, while Lin Anan smiled faintly, quietly and dignifiedly.
"Please wash two for us."
"No problem. It will be ready the day after tomorrow at the latest. Just come pick it up when you have time."
"Okay."
The two of them left the photo studio and walked slowly towards the intersection.
"I just asked. The bus to Liulichang is here." Li Ran pointed at the road sign.
"Okay, let's wait for the bus."
Lin Anan had already planned to go to Liulichang.
Kyoto Liulichang is a famous cultural street with many bookstores where you can find all kinds of old books.
These include classics, history, poetry, prose, unofficial history notes, etc. If you are lucky, you can buy rare versions such as Ming and Qing dynasty printed books and handwritten copies.
There are also a large number of rubbings of inscriptions and calligraphy from past dynasties.
Chu Mingzhou doesn't have many hobbies, calligraphy is one of them. He is not good at expressing himself, but Lin Anan remembers them all and plans to buy one for him as a gift.
There aren't many places where you can buy these good things these days, and now that she's here, she won't miss it.
After getting on the bus, I found a seat to sit down.
Along the way, you can see the entire street scene of Kyoto.
As the bus rolled past Zhushikou Street, the morning light was gilding the eaves of the Qianmen Arrow Tower.
"An An, look, the old man selling tea is knocking on the copper cup!"
An old man in a double-breasted jacket walked by carrying a load on his shoulder. The green bamboo pole left deep marks on his shoulders. The clinking of copper cups mixed with the gurgling sound of the coal stove formed ripples in the morning mist.
Combined with the old alley behind it, it has a very down-to-earth feel.
"arrive."
The two got off the car one after another.
The memorial archway of Liulichang is faintly visible in the shadow of the locust trees, and the three words "Liulichang" on the plaque have been polished to a shine by time.
At the pen repair stall at the corner of the street, an old craftsman was polishing the nib of a fountain pen with fine sandpaper, and a bamboo basket next to him was filled with "Hero" brand pens waiting to be repaired.
"An An, can you smell it? The air is filled with the scent of ink!"
"Yes, let's go and have a look there."
The carved wooden door of Rongbaozhai was open, and the clerk was spreading rice paper. The snow-white pages glowed with pearly luster in the morning light.
Lin Anan began to select one by one, but she didn't see anything that she particularly liked.
She herself has a high level of cultural literacy. Although she did not learn calligraphy, she has some knowledge of various types of literati calligraphy.
Until I found a set of rubbings of "Chunhua Ge Tie" deep in the shelf.
The gold embroidery on the brocade envelope has faded a little. When it is opened, the ink marks of Northern Song Dynasty calligraphy flow on the rice paper.
Nice handwriting!
This is a good thing!
Moreover, the handwriting is sharp and free-spirited, Chu Mingzhou will definitely like it.
"Comrade, you have a very good eye. This is an old rubbing, with Mi Fu's calligraphy." The clerk wrapped the copy in rice paper and hurried forward to greet him.
Lin Anan's eyes showed satisfaction, "How much is this book?"
"Three hundred yuan."
Li Ran took a breath of cold air!
“So expensive?”
The clerk was used to her behavior. "You two are from other places, right? Our prices are absolutely reasonable. Not to mention how precious these old rubbings are, only our Liulichang is qualified to sell them in China."
"Can't it be cheaper?"
Li Ran felt that the price was too high. It was equivalent to several months' salary. It was like stealing money...
The clerk smiled and shook his head, "We don't bargain here."
Lin Anan checked it carefully again and said, "This is the one. Please wrap it up for me."
"OK."
After paying the money, she carefully put the note into her bag.
The value of these old things is high in itself, and they can be considered collectibles in the future.
Big bargain!
"Let's go read a book."
"Okay, let's go."
Lin Anan and Li Ran turned into the alley and strolled around casually.
Lin Anan stopped when passing by the second-hand bookstore in the corner.
A faded plaque with the words "Boguzhai" hangs on the lintel of the store. When you push the door open, a copper bell rings softly, startling the gray swallows on the beams.
The store is filled with the rich aroma of camphor and ink.
The shop owner was lying on a recliner by the back window. When he saw someone coming, he didn't stand up. He just casually said, "Just take a look. Please handle it with care. If you break anything, you will be charged for it."
Lin Anan thought the books in this store were good and started selecting them with great interest.
His hand stopped on an old book and gently took it out.
The yellowed cover was inscribed with "Supplement to the Record of Jinshi". When I opened the inner pages, I found that the ginkgo leaf bookmark had broken into two pieces, and next to the ink-stained comments was a small vermilion seal with the words "Liang Qichao's Seal".
Lin Anan's breathing suddenly became rapid - this was a manuscript from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China!
"This one..." Her voice trembled.
The shop owner raised his eyelids slightly and said, "This one is a good thing from the old collection of the palace."
"Yes!"
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