I Took Home a Mummy

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Xichengwei Street is remote, and the bluestone road exudes the remnants of history. There are not many people on the street. Every store is cold and cold. Compared with the smoke and dust of the bustling downtown area in front, this place is very quiet.

However, everyone knows that the price of land in Xichengwei Street is more expensive than gold, and the rent here is a bit more expensive than that in the city center.

Mo Huai came to the door of a shop, and on it was a plaque with the three characters "Drawing Spirited Away" in Crazy Grass. Taking a look, he stepped in.

"What are you looking for?" At the front desk of the shop, a man who was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl and researching took a look at Mo Huai who walked in and asked.

Mo Huai raised the picture scroll in his hand and motioned: "Look for Yu Lao."

The man hurriedly put down the blue and white bowl in his hand and grabbed the messy bangs on his forehead, "You are Mr. Mo, right? Yu Lao is waiting for you, please come." As he said, he walked ahead and took Mo Huai. Go to the second floor.

The decoration style of the study is very simple. Except for the surrounding walls are covered with various ink paintings, there is a desk made of red sandalwood in the middle of the room, on which is placed the four treasures of the study, there are no other sundries.

On one side of the mahogany chair, Yu was slowly brewing tea in his hands, but his eyes were fixed on the old man wearing a brown embroidered auspicious cloud Tang suit on the opposite side, "Old Qi, be careful, don't damage my painting."

"This is what you told me, new baby?"

Old Qi opened the picture frame and watched it carefully. In the painting, the artistic conception of spring is supposed to be spring, but it is surging.

Without letting go of every place, Qi Lao looked at it carefully, and he helped his glasses, "This painting is the same as your previous "Spring Willow Pan" in every way, but it is different in every way. This person's style of painting is domineering and brushwork. Vigorous and vigorous, the brushwork of drawing willow branches is vigorous, and the brushwork is light and strong."

The vicissitudes of life and wise eyes flashed light, Qi Lao's tone was a little excited, "The ink on this painting is very new, it must not be an ancient work. Where did you get the painting from?" The style of the more powerful painters in the Chinese painting industry, he Familiar, but the owner of this painting is obviously not among him.

Yu Lao took back the painting in Qi Lao's hand, carefully rolled it aside, and then he poured himself a cup of tea with obvious show off in his tone, "This painting is amazing, Lao Qi, I tell you, not only this One. Do you remember the "Midnight Against the Moon" I used to collect? At that time, you persuaded me that the painting was incomplete and had no collectible value. I have asked the owner of this painting to repaint a copy for me. ."

"Oh? Just relying on a painting, do you believe that the other party can complete that painting?" Old Qi was quite surprised.

Yu Lao sipped a sip of tea and looked relaxed, "Of course."

At this time, the study door was knocked.

Yu Lao Ruizhi's dark eyes flashed brightly, "Here."

Old Qi was curious: "What?"

As soon as he finished his words, he saw Yu Lao's subordinate Wan Feng walking in with a tall man.

"Yu Lao, people are here."

Old Yu quickly stood up and walked forward, "Young man, are you here? Where are you painting? Did you bring it?"

Old Qi Qi was shocked by Yu Lao's anxiety, he looked at Mo Huai, could it be that...