Chapter 67: Learned from Japanese books?
The noodles had already gone cold, so Wang Qizhi ordered two more servings of noodles.
Ye Anning kept only a small amount, giving the rest to Lin Sicheng.
But he was still absent-minded, taking a long time to pick up a piece of food with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chew it mechanically.
It felt like she wasn't eating food, but rather wood.
The two were facing each other, and Lin Sicheng felt that those eyes were constantly staring at his face. But upon closer inspection, he saw that the eyes were empty and unfocused.
Lin Sicheng felt uneasy under her gaze and couldn't help but ask, "Sister Anning, are you feeling unwell?"
"Huh?" Ye Anning seemed to wake from a dream. "No?"
"Ignore her!" Wang Qizhi waved his hand. "She's always been like this since she was a child..."
Unsurprisingly, this earned him a pair of eye rolls from Ye Anning.
Not being very familiar with each other, Lin Sicheng didn't ask any questions and finished eating his noodles with his head down.
It was already 5 p.m. when they left the restaurant. Wang Qizhi said he felt a little uneasy and asked Lin Sicheng to drive them back.
Lin Sicheng is of course no problem.
Although I've only had my driver's license for three years, I have a solid 20 years of driving experience.
The journey was fast and smooth, and as darkness fell, the three of them returned to school.
He parked the car steadily in the garage, gave Lin Sicheng a few more instructions, telling him not to wander off tomorrow and to focus on preparing for the battle. Only then did Wang Qizhi lead Ye Anning upstairs.
An animated cartoon was playing on TV: Grey Wolf was chasing Lazy Sheep when they both fell headfirst into a mud puddle.
The mother and son sat cross-legged on the sofa, laughing so hard they were doubled over.
Hearing the door open, Shan Wangshu stood up: "Have you eaten?"
"I ate, and I'm quite full, but Anning barely ate anything!"
"Is this not to your taste? What would you like to eat, little girl?"
Wang Zhiqi grinned, "No need, it's just an illness, she'll get better after a while!"
Ye Anning rolled her eyes at Wang Zhiqi: "Auntie, you don't need to worry about me, I'll just drink some milk later!"
After saying goodbye, Ye Anning returned to her room.
Dan Wangshu was puzzled: He was fine when he went out in the morning, but after playing all day, he came back looking listless?
What happened to Anning?
"You've been traumatized!" Wang Qizhi thought for a moment, "Just like when you three siblings first met me!"
Shan Wangshu suddenly realized.
Back then, she always thought she was outstanding: beautiful, with a good figure, highly educated, cultured, and from a good family.
But that's until he met Wang Qizhi.
At the time, I couldn't understand it. We were both born of mothers and fathers, so why was he so much better than me in every way?
I was too proud back then, and I was depressed for a long time.
In comparison, Ye Anning has higher aspirations and is more ambitious. However, her personality is also more composed and reserved.
So, shouldn't that be the case?
Shan Wangshu was very curious: "How was it stimulated?"
Wang Qizhi sighed: "Because of an oil painting!"
It wasn't just Ye Anning, but also myself.
Honestly, I'm pretty good enough, aren't I? So good that even before anything's really happening, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law call me "brother-in-law" the moment they see me. And whenever I visit, my mother-in-law beams and prepares a huge feast.
So outstanding that on the day of their engagement, he simply addressed her as "Dad," and her father-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, looking as if to say, "Heaven has taken pity on us; finally, there is someone to carry on the family line."
When Geng You was first introduced to Baoji, he was ostracized by everyone. However, when he left three years later, a group of senior experts protested so much at his farewell party that they slammed their fists on the table because they were reluctant to see him go.
But today, I was still deeply shaken and overwhelmed with emotions, even feeling unsettled. I didn't even dare to drive on the way back.
The reason is simple: those seven Kaiyuan Tongbao coins with their backs facing each other.
I was right there and saw it all clearly: Lin Sicheng would pick up a coin, glance at it, and put it down; he would pick up a second coin, glance at it again, and put it down again... From beginning to end, those seven copper coins didn't stay in Lin Sicheng's hand for even a minute.
But when it came to his own turn, even though he knew there was something wrong with the remaining six, he still looked at them again and again, touched them again and again, and thought about them over and over again.
Even the one that Lin Sicheng picked out, he compared it repeatedly for a long time before finding out what made it different from the other six.
If we compare them, would this be considered a difference?
He's thirty-five, while Lin Sicheng is only twenty. Is that a significant difference?
He has been studying bronze artifacts for seventeen years, almost the same age as Lin Sicheng, while Lin Sicheng has only been studying them for a few days.
Does this count as a gap?
The feeling of a talented person being defeated in their area of expertise and pride, and being powerless to do anything about it, is truly devastating.
Fortunately, he is broad-minded and easygoing, otherwise he would have been depressed and unable to eat.
How much more so for peace and tranquility?
As Wang Qizhi recounted the story, Shan Wangshu slowly opened her eyes, her pupils gradually shrinking.
Although Wang Qizhi often teased the three siblings, saying it was a waste of their amazing father, Shan Wangshu still possessed basic knowledge of art appreciation from a young age, influenced by her surroundings.
The first time it was that magazine, that iron certificate, and the second time it was that cloisonné sunflower bowl.
Today's porcelain, jade, hornware, woodware, ancient coins, calligraphy and paintings... as well as the dusters and Buddha statues that Wang Qizhi repeatedly mentioned Lin Sicheng made hundreds of thousands of dollars with a small investment... how many categories are there?
But what Shan Wangshu found most incredible was the speed at which Lin Sicheng made money: if those two cups were repaired, Lin Sicheng would have earned four or five million in about a month.
Four or five million yuan can buy a building in Xi'an.
If they relied on their salaries, it would take them a hundred years to save up, even if they didn't eat or drink...
Wang Qizhi dismissed it: "Talking about money is so vulgar?"
"If you think it's tacky, then don't eat!"
After a sharp remark, Shan Wangshu stood up and walked towards Ye Anning's bedroom. Her hand was already on the doorknob, but she paused, then turned back.
"You're typing really fast, like you're chatting?"
Wang Qizhi shook his head violently: "Impossible!"
Doesn't he understand Ye Anning's personality?
I don't have that habit of "wanting to vent to someone when I'm in a bad mood".
After thinking for a moment, Wang Qizhi exclaimed, "Ha! Most likely, he's working hard to improve himself..."
...
The screen was bright, reflecting the light in my eyes. The computer would send an email one moment and pop up a dialog box the next.
It includes pictures, text materials, and answers to her questions from her tutor:
Ordinary scanning techniques can only analyze the color values on the surface of an oil painting, but cannot analyze the deeper underlying composition...
To analyze the pressure of brushstrokes and the sequence of color blending, 3D scanning technology is necessary. However, this technology has not yet been introduced to China…
If the restored work is by Li Shutong, it most likely originated from Japan: there are clear reports that he left behind a large number of works there. His wife and daughter, who remained in Japan, supported themselves by selling his artwork…
The tutor talked a lot, and Ye Anning watched it over and over again many times.
At the same time, I'm getting more and more curious: how does Lin Sicheng know so much about high-tech technologies that haven't even been introduced to China yet?
Then think about his catchphrase: "I learned it from a book... It can't be that I learned it from a Japanese book."
Subconsciously, Ye Anning picked up her phone, but after looking at the time, she hesitated.
It's 10 o'clock, too late.
Never mind, I'll ask him another day when I see him...
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