Chapter 954 Capital Chronicle 4
After the transaction was completed, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue immediately changed their clothes and moved to another location.
I used a backpack before, but this time I changed it to a luggage bag.
However, their luck was not very good. Just as they entered the black market, Feng Qingxue and an old woman had just concluded a deal, and Lu Jiang, who was watching the wind, rushed over and said, "Run, someone is coming!"
I believe that everyone who frequently goes to the black market knows exactly who the person in the words is referring to, and they immediately fled in all directions.
The old woman couldn't run fast, so Lu Jiang simply carried her on his back, and he and Feng Qingxue quickly left the black market from another direction.
The staff entered from the south and they ran from the north, without even leaving each other's backs.
The old woman was very old and weighed no more than 70 or 80 kilograms. When Lu Jiang was training in the army, it was a habit for him to carry heavy loads. Feng Qingxue often participated in training and her pace was not slow either. She ran to a safe place within a few minutes and stopped.
"It's okay, it's okay, thank you comrade, if you hadn't reacted quickly, my old arms and legs would have been caught by those staff!" The old woman was not ungrateful, "Comrades, can we still go on with the transaction? I'm worried about leaving those things at home, so I'll feel at ease if I can exchange them for some money and food."
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"Then come with me. The situation is tense and we dare not take out the things." The old woman said as she led the way. Because they were in a relatively remote alley, the old woman spoke casually. "We live in a situation where the wind is blowing and the grass is screaming. I wanted to follow my neighbor Lao Su's example and tear these things into pieces, soak them into pulp and pour them into the river, but I really couldn't bear to do it myself. I had to do this. If they fall into the hands of capable people, who knows, one or two pieces may be saved and preserved for the world."
Feng Qingxue hurriedly said: "It counts, of course it counts!"
Lu Jiang put the old woman down gently as if nothing had happened. "I'm sorry, comrade. I hope I didn't shake you."
Her voice was very low, but Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue could still hear it clearly.
Feng Qingxue was holding her luggage bag in one hand and leaning against the wall with the other, breathing heavily with a flushed face.
Feng Qingxue said to Lu Jiang, "They are all calligraphy and paintings. The old woman said that her husband dug a hole in the corner of the wall and hid in the hole, so he survived. However, her husband's whereabouts are unknown after he was taken away. People come to check on her every day, and she can't live in peace for a single day. She is afraid that if the calligraphy and paintings are discovered, she will be convicted and the paintings will not be able to be kept, so she did what she did today."
"I know you want these, you have the ability and ideas, most people don't dare to touch these things. The calligraphy and paintings in my hands are the best, you keep them well, maybe one day they will see the light of day." The old woman's eyes were full of tears, "As long as these things are there and can be passed on, I will be happy no matter who has them."
Feng Qingxue's attitude was very respectful, "I haven't asked your name yet!"
The academic world is so small, and most of the celebrities are acquaintances of Wen Ruyu, Jin Ruchu and others. The old lady has nothing else but calligraphy and painting, so she is definitely connected to the painting world.
The old woman glanced at her and smiled gently, "My name is Ouyang Lan."
Hearing the name Ouyang Lan, Feng Qingxue thought of her senior brother Ouyang Mo. When she met He Qingyin in Shanghai, He Qingyin was busy asking about her teacher Wen Ruyu and didn't mention Ouyang Mo who was in Shanghai with her at all. Feng Qingxue also forgot to ask her.
(End of this chapter)