Chapter 916: Fellow Traveler 6

Feng Qingxue was startled, her eyes rolled around, and her cleverness was exactly the same as Xi Bao's.

"I lived in the capital for a period of time before and heard the name Huang Qinghong. Later, I met him again and thought his name was very similar to yours, so I asked him. His name is Hong and yours is Bai, and you are in the Qing generation order. Don't you think you look like a family?" He made it up.

"My name is Huang Qingbai. The "bai" in pine and cypress means longevity and the time of the elders, not the "bai" in black and white. Don't change my name casually, little sister!" Huang Qingbai seriously corrected Feng Qingxue's mistake, and then said: "Huang Qinghong is my cousin. "Hong" means red bean, not red, yellow, blue, green."

Feng Qingxue said, "I'm sorry, I'm hard of hearing and I heard it wrong."

In fact, she didn't hear it wrong, but Uncle Li spoke the local dialect and his pronunciation was not accurate, so he heard "bai" as "bai".

Huang Qingbai held a painting he had found from a pile of waste paper, squatted and took two steps towards Feng Qingxue, "Do you know my brother? Do you know where he is? I received a letter from my hometown a while ago saying that he was taken away by a group of students, his children had drawn a clear line between themselves and him, his sister-in-law was furious, and my family still hasn't heard from him."

Feng Qingxue thought about it and didn't tell the truth. "If I have any news, I will definitely let you know. You are a staff member of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau. You live in the city, right? I should be able to find you."

"Then I'll trouble you!" Huang Qingbai sighed, looking at the painting in his hand, "I don't know what's wrong with this world. Good cultural heritage has become a cancer. It was good a few years ago, at least the things in the Cultural Relics Bureau could be preserved, but it has been unlucky since last year. One wave after another, several cultural relics and historical sites in the city have been smashed to pieces. Batches of cultural relics have been exported abroad and put into factories. I feel like my heart has been cut out. I thought that while I can still move and have two salaries, I can help the country recover some of its cultural losses. One day, the country will pay attention to this aspect."

Feng Qingxue was very moved.

Our people always have strong resilience. No matter what era they are in, they always live tenaciously. There is always a group of ancestors who are dedicated to the country and are willing to give everything they have.

She remembered that decades later, many of the museum's collections were found by the staff at the time from the scrap yard.

In other words, there are many people like Huang Qingbai who are working hard for the country's cultural heritage.

Of course, there are also a group of people who take advantage of the situation, buy up the cultural relics at low prices, and then resell them abroad at high prices as their first pot of gold, and then become wealthy.

"Although I admire you very much, this painting means a lot to me and I cannot give it to you," Feng Qingxue said.

"As long as it's not really pasted on the wall, you can take it away! Master Wen's words are unique and have great artistic value. You should keep them well and take them out after the limelight has subsided." Hearing the words "of great significance", Huang Qingbai knew that Feng Qingxue would not ruin the painting. She had deliberately said this in front of Uncle Li.

Feng Qingxue felt relieved and her tone became much softer.

"Old sir, you work at the Cultural Relics Bureau and often go to the scrap yard to pick up things. No one has reported you?" Feng Qingxue has the space in his hands, so he acts extremely cautiously. It is rare to see someone like Huang Qingbai.

(End of this chapter)