After the founding of the People's Republic of China, cultural relics are not allowed to become

Qu Qingshi couldn't stay in Beijing for a few days and had to go back to Los Angeles.Before leaving, he was afraid that his father would not be able to take good care of him, so he found a stable huanghuali armchair and asked him to remind his father to cook every day.

His father: "I dragged you to the big one by myself, and I can't take care of myself? Don't worry."

——Qu Qingshi's mother divorced when he was very young, because she could accept her husband talking to cultural relics, but she couldn't accept her son talking to cultural relics, which made her feel like an outsider in this family.

Because it's a peaceful divorce and it's not ugly, so I contact from time to time, but life is all on my own.

Qu Qingshi was still worried, so he specially bought a lot of instant dumplings at home, and told him to remember to eat before boarding the plane to the United States.

They still went to collect second-hand furniture from people around them as usual. The two of them drove a light truck with road music playing. Gu Haofeng asked, "Do you think we will encounter something like last time?"

"You mean that kind of excitement?" With the warm air conditioner in the car, Qu Qingshi narrowed his comfortable eyes, "It's better to say goodbye, it's enough to encounter something like that once in a lifetime, or you'll be exhausted .”

"That's right," Gu Haofeng said, "but what should we do after we collect all the places around here? Change places?"

Qu Qingshi: "So this is the flea market."

The Jiade Flea Market is located in the suburbs of Los Angeles. It is open all day long. The venue is huge and there are a wide variety of products, from expensive hand-embroidered embroidery to pots and pans sold in sets, attracting many people to come here to shop for treasures.Their customers recommended this place to them, saying that it was the largest and best second-hand market in Los Angeles, so the two checked the navigation and drove over directly.

The two parked the car and walked towards the market on snow. It may be because of the approaching Christmas. The market was extremely lively, with colorful lights and ribbons adorning the gate, and children ran past them screaming.

As soon as you enter the door, there are stalls with stalls, some scarves and gloves woven by themselves, glass products and the like.Going inside is the regular store, selling second-hand furniture, vinyl records, and there is actually a fountain in the middle of the square, where a Santa Claus sits on the edge of the fountain to meet the children.

The market was not big, and the two of them went around twice from the beginning to the end, and bought a dark green single sofa that was a bit old, but had nothing else to gain.

"Let's go." Qu Qingshi was a little disappointed. Most of the things here are European and American. Qi Ling also saw a few, but none of them were from China.

The two circled around the fountain and walked outside.

When passing by a small shop, Qu Qingshi accidentally saw a man who had just paid the money, took a black stone from the shop owner, and walked out of the shop.

Qu Qingshi snorted and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Gu Haofeng: "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

Qu Qingshi couldn't see clearly, he just felt that the stone was unusual, the surface was covered with a layer of white air, the white air was solid and lingering, the age was not young, but the spirit of the weapon hadn't appeared, so he didn't know what it was.

The man walked fast again, and quickly walked towards the door. Qu Qingshi pulled Gu Haofeng, and hurriedly followed behind, calling: "Sir, sir." But he was soon overwhelmed by the cheerful Christmas carols.

Seeing that the man was about to leave the market, when Gu Haofeng left Qu Qing behind, he went through the crowd alone, rushed to the man with a few strides, and stopped him: "Excuse me, sir."

The man was startled, and looked at the tall Gu Haofeng in horror.

Qu Qingshi finally came to the man through the crowd. He saw that he was a Caucasian male with no age. He opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Um, I'm sorry to disturb you sir, this stone, uh..." Qu Qingshi stammered incoherently, "It's a bit abrupt to say that, can you show me?"

The man frowned in confusion, and subconsciously refused: "Ah, I'm sorry, I bought this from the store. If you want to see it, you can, but you have to tell me who you are and why you want to see it?"

Qu Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "We are clerks in a second-hand furniture store in Chinatown. When I came to see the furniture today, I happened to see that you bought this stone. I think this stone is very special, so I want to see it. one time."

The man was quite easy to talk, so he showed them the stone in his hand. Qu Qingshi took the stone and saw that it was a rectangular stone without any decoration or carving on the surface. You can't tell what age or country it is, you can only look at it by the cultural relics themselves.

The concave part is thick, obviously it has been used for a long time, the color is crab shell blue, and there is a slight color difference from other places, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

Qu Qingshi touched the texture of the stone and asked the man, "Sir, did you buy this for collection?"

The man shrugged: "I'm a sculptor. This stone is very special. I still can't see what it is, but I want to use this concave surface to carve a relief."

When Qu Qingshi heard this, he hurriedly said: "Sir, I like this stone very much, can I buy this stone from you?"

The man was quite surprised and subconsciously refused: "I just bought this..."

Gu Haofeng interrupted him: "Sir, it's cold outside, why don't we go to the cafe opposite and have a chat slowly, what do you think?"

coffee shop.

The three introduced themselves, and they learned that the man's name was Andy, and he was an independent designer.

"It's like this Andy," Qu Qingshi said, "We are two collectors from China. If I read correctly, this stone is a stone with a certain age. It would be a pity to make a relief, so Can you sell it to me, you can make an offer."

Andy took the stone and turned it over and over again: "Is there a date? I'm not an expert in this field, uh, how old is this stone?"

Qu Qingshi saw that the white air above was condensed, and it should not only be something from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. However, considering that China’s history is too long, it would scare others, so he said a number: "About 300 years."

As a result, Andy was startled when he heard it: "It's been so long! I can't tell that this stone is so old... Well, if this is the case, I think it would be better to go to the auction."

Andy has the cunning unique to Westerners in his eyes, and Qu Qingshi nodded: "You can go to the auction to sell it, but I can remind you that such a stone with no lines or patterns has no artificial processing or history behind it. It should only be expensive because of its age. You should know that the stones you pick up by the roadside may also be hundreds of years old."

Gu Haofeng said: "Yes, if that's the case, let's go first." He was about to get his coat.

When Andy saw it, he subconsciously said: "Uh, please wait a moment..."

Qu Qingshi asked, "What's the matter?"

Andy thought for a while: "How much would you pay if you bid?"

Qu Qingshi and Gu Haofeng looked at each other and smiled.

When he got the stone, Qu Qingshi wrapped the stone in his down jacket and hugged it like a baby. Gu Haofeng looked at him: "What the hell is it? It's so precious?"

Qu Qingshi: "I don't know yet, drive, drive, go back quickly."

Qu Qingshi carried the stone all the way back to the store, took a basin of clean water, took a brush, and slowly brushed the stone. Gu Haofeng looked at it for a long time and couldn't tell: "What the hell is it?"

Qu Qingshi didn't come back, and saw that he carefully brushed the surface with a brush, and a layer of mud on the surface slowly melted, revealing the same green crab shell as in the recess, and after brushing a few more times, the characters behind were exposed, and he saw Qu Qingshi's hands trembled violently, and he could hardly hold the brush.

Gu Haofeng couldn't help asking again: "What is it?"

Without saying a word, Qu Qingshi quickly went upstairs, rummaging through boxes and cabinets all the way.Gu Haofeng asked behind him: "What are you looking for? May I help you?"

Qu Qingshi spoke incoherently: "It's a black, rubbed paper... folded and put in the book."

While talking, Qu Qing held up a piece of paper and found it.

He hurriedly went downstairs, opened the development paper and compared it with the stone, and then brushed it a few times with a brush. Gu Haofeng saw the back of the stone, which was a few cursive scripts that could not be read clearly, and he didn't know what was written.

Qu Qingshi sat down all of a sudden, his hands were shaking constantly, and he muttered something.

Gu Haofeng asked: "What did you say?"

Qu Qingshi raised his voice a little: "It's the Zhengqi inkstone."

"Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, and Xie Fangde have all used Zhengqi Inkstone."