"Do you have any paintings by Gu Kaizhi here?"
Although she was still a little surprised, Liu Jing was somewhat tempted. If it really existed, she would like to buy it back and hang it up for herself to admire for a few years. When she wants to donate it in the future, she can donate it, so it will not be a loss.
"Yes." The teahouse owner said with a smile.
"You're right, it's true. These people are here for Gu Kaizhi's paintings."
"I want it too."
Liu Liang was fascinated by Gu Kaizhi's paintings. She had collected so many paintings, but only Gu Kaizhi's painting caught her eye. She liked to take it out and look at it, touch it, and appreciate it whenever she had nothing to do.
But in the end, she was willing to donate the painting, and she didn't charge a penny, because it was worth it, and she also wanted more people to see the painting. Maybe they would like it, be surprised, and be moved like her.
But what if she still wants one?
“Everyone wants it.”
The teahouse owner was telling the truth. Who wouldn't want such a masterpiece? Such a priceless treasure.
"Where is the painting?"
Liu Liang wondered if the painting was in a shop. Would it be put on display after midnight? Would it be auctioned, sold at a steal, or simply snatched away?
She dared to say that if someone tried to snatch it away by force, no one could beat her, and if she did, she could make it so that others would never find it in their entire lives, which was a bit immoral.
“In the National Museum!”
The teahouse owner sighed, as if he was filled with regret.
Liu Liang: “…”
There is only one authentic painting by Gu Kaizhi in the National Museum, which belongs to her, and she donated it. It is impossible to get it back. She cannot do such a shameful thing.
"hehe……"
The teahouse owner laughed again. "You may not know that Gu Kaizhi's painting was bought from our dark street. It has been stored in the dark street for several years, and no one has ever shown interest in it. It looks like a fake painting. Who would spend a lot of money to buy it?"
"Unexpectedly, this incredibly fake painting turned out to be an authentic work, and the person actually donated it."
"So, that's it," he spread his hands. "You see, the reason there are so many people in the dark streets is because of that Gu Kaizhi painting. I just don't know what kind of eyesight the person who got the painting has. How can he tell whether the painting is real or fake?"
"Why did he buy it when so many experts failed to recognize it?"
"Maybe it's just luck."
Liu Liang picked up the cup and poured a large glass of water into her mouth. Well, yes, it was luck, it was definitely luck.
"It's good luck."
Zeng Xubai followed her words with a warm smile in his eyes, but Liu Jing felt her face was burning.
Oh, why does she feel like she's about to be exposed?
"Maybe."
The teahouse owner had the same idea. Maybe he was just a little luckier. Otherwise, wouldn't those skilled in this field be able to compare to an unknown figure?
"Lucky Dr. Liu."
Zeng Xubai poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Liu Liang.
"Yeah," Liu Liang drank the tea obediently. Anyway, whatever Zeng Xubai said was the truth. In order not to be exposed, she pretended to be deep.
"I have to perform well this time."
Zeng Xubai almost touched her head to encourage her.
"I will."
Liu Liang clenched her fists and said, "I will definitely perform well and try to get more antiques, because there will be no chance in the future."
Fortunately, Zeng Xubai never asked why Liu Jing picked out that painting. He just thought it was luck, just like those jades. Some people are naturally more talented in one aspect than the other.
Liu Liang's talent in medical skills is better than that of ordinary people, and I think the same is true when it comes to gambling on stones.
He just took it as it was, as long as she was Liu Jing.
"I'm going to buy some things," Liu Jing stood up and walked towards the small stalls. Just drinking tea seemed a bit monotonous and boring.
In a short while, she came back with a bunch of things. When she came back, she found that some acquaintances had come, including Ling Shiyang who was sitting in a wheelchair, and Xu Jiajia who had wrapped herself up like a mummy.
Liu Liang walked past them and could clearly feel the looks in their eyes on her. They wanted to tear her apart, but they just couldn't do anything to her.
How can this feeling be so refreshing?
She placed the things she bought on the table, and the two of them drank tea one by one, and occasionally went out to buy some small things. Most of the time, they just sat here, as if savoring a piece of history. In such an ancient and quaint place, they really forgot the era they were in and the time.
She gave them a provocative smile, and sure enough, she noticed that the two men's auras had become heavier.
How much does one hate her?
She just smiled, but it made people so angry that they almost died. She didn't even say anything bad about anyone. She was so disappointing. As expected, she was still too young.
If it was Mr. Ling, the result would be different.
Her hair hasn't even grown out yet, yet she still wants to cause trouble for her.
Did she live two lives in vain?
She was plotted against in her previous life, and if she was plotted against again in this life, wouldn’t her life be in vain?
Zeng Xubai reached out and stuffed a piece of dessert into her mouth.
“Eat more, get angry less.”
"I'm not angry."
Liu Jing bit the dessert hard. It was not healthy to be angry at others. She was a doctor and she was very careful. She wanted to live a good life, so she had to be less angry.
We will buy some more things later and then go back to the inn. The air here is polluted and I don’t like it.
"You still say you're not angry?"
Zeng Xubai knew that she still hated this place because she hated those two people. Even if those two people said nothing and did nothing, Liu Jing would feel uncomfortable as long as they were there.
"If you don't like it, then just don't see it."
"Let's go."
Zeng Xubai stood up and packed up the snacks on the table.
This is a fine tradition of their family, that is, never waste food. Even the eldest and youngest are the same. Whether at home or outside, there will be no waste on their dining table.
The owner of the teahouse, seeing their empty tables and the light in their eyes, couldn't help but show more admiration.
Good upbringing can be seen from the details.
These two people are really comfortable.
With a clang, Xu Jiajia threw the cup in her hand to the ground, which also made the teahouse owner frown.
After hearing the sound, Liu Liang turned around and saw the broken cup on the ground, Xu Jiajia, who was still wrapped tightly and her face could not be seen, and Ling Shiyang, who was sitting in a wheelchair and was obviously stunned.
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