Chapter 918: People of the Same Path 8
There were no people to be seen outside the city. Feng Qingxue sat sideways on the back seat of the bicycle and put her arms around Lu Jiang's waist.
"Ajiang, guess what good stuff I found today."
While pedaling his bicycle, Lu Jiang said, "There are all kinds of things in the scrapyard. You must have gained a lot this time. If you ask me to guess, I can't guess. Did you find a lot of valuable cultural relics and paintings?"
"Yes, there are quite a lot! I estimate that there are 20 to 30 particularly valuable ones. Just think about how many cultural relics and calligraphy and paintings in our county are about to be destroyed. You can imagine how huge the cultural heritage destroyed in the city and even the whole country is!" Feng Qingxue sighed, "I don't regret stealing from the scrap yard at all. I stole several pieces of junk today and avoided that old man Huang Qingbai, but I couldn't avoid him when I was picking calligraphy and paintings later."
"Who is Huang Qingbai? Is he related to Mr. Huang Qinghong?" Lu Jiang asked.
"I asked him the same question when I heard his name. It turns out that they are cousins and have a pretty good relationship." Feng Qingxue still finds it hard to believe. "I heard him say that Mr. Huang Qinghong is an expert in ancient culture research at the capital's cultural relics department. He seemed to have clashed with those students who smashed, looted and burned things in an effort to protect cultural relics and calligraphy. He was accused of undermining the revolution and of destroying old culture, so he fell into trouble and disappeared. However, I didn't tell him that Mr. Huang was in our brigade."
Lu Jiang nodded. "Whether to tell or not should be decided by Mr. Huang Qinghong."
Who doesn't like to hear nice words? Feng Qingxue was no exception, her smile was bright and unusual.
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"Okay, okay, I won't forget it. I'll go to the city tomorrow."
"You said you would accompany me next time, don't forget." After meeting Huang Qingbai, Feng Qingxue became more determined to use the convenience of space to save the cultural heritage that was about to disappear in the long river of history, just to have a clear conscience.
Lu Jiang smiled and said, "You are still young and just starting out. I believe you will become a great calligrapher and painter in the future! Wife, when the storm is over and traditional culture can be introduced to the public, your works will be hung in our home and everyone who sees them will praise them!"
"Really?" So easy to talk to? Feng Qingxue couldn't believe it.
"I think so too! From what Mr. Huang Qingbai said, it seems that Mr. Huang Qinghong's children have distanced themselves from him. How pitiful!" Feng Qingxue couldn't help but sigh again, and then she was shocked and said, "Today I found a meticulous painting of a lady by the teacher. When I saw the calligraphy and painting that we saved, I realized that my level is just like that of a baby."
Lu Jiang changed the subject and said, "Go visit Uncle Cheng. If you have time, also meet Brother Anbang."
After making the plan, they learned from Lu's father that Cheng's father and mother had passed away one after another.
Feng Qingxue felt very sad when she thought of the love the two elders had for Xibao.
The greatest pain in life is separation from each other and there is no possibility of seeing each other again.
Unexpectedly, before they set off, Chen Xuenniang arrived as promised. They had to cancel today's plan and change it to tomorrow. They instead entertained Chen Xuenniang and a little boy she brought with her, a chubby little boy who looked only about three or four years old.
"My adopted son, Chen Chi." Chen Xuenniang introduced him.
(End of this chapter)