Chapter 535

Then he hummed, unscrewed the accelerator, and then drove the tricycle towards the reservoir on the distant mountain.

Seeing his third uncle leave, he Feng sat on the steps at his door, turned his face to one side, and continued to say to the misty son: "hurry up and tell me how to open it!"

"The eye of the relief figure image, you press it hard, and he will open!" misty son was reluctant. He looked at the jade box in He Feng's hand and said.

"I see!" He Feng said, then pressed the man's eyes with his fingers.

The relief on the jade box is none other than Wang Xizhi's. I only see a person who is in high spirits and wearing clothes from the Wei and Jin Dynasties drinking and singing there. Next to it is a quite exquisite and beautiful Pavilion.

Around the pavilion, there is a stream flowing slowly from a distance. The stream beats the stones in the river, and there are also boxes filled with all kinds of exquisite food.

There is a taxi sitting there.

Holding a tall wine glass, drinking and singing, this may be the legendary Qushui Liubei.

Old and respected people sit at the highest place, and then young and short-term people sit in the distance, next to a singer and a zither player playing the piano, singing and dancing.

In the small pavilion, surrounded by a group of poets, there was an extraordinary scholar who was writing something unknown with a brush.

Several lifelike figures carved next to them are nodding frequently at the words jumping out of the paper.

The relief on the jade box is simply to carve down the grand event of Lanting rally.

Moreover, he Feng was shocked by the exquisite degree.

How to say, if he Feng is allowed to carve, he can carve to such an exquisite degree, but there are some wonderful things about this relief.

It's like everything really happened.

When he saw it, he Feng felt like a separated world. The competitive examination entered a world similar to the Lanting rally.

It was as if he had traveled back to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and then sat with Wang Xizhi in a place called zuolanting, where he drank and sang, which was very audio-visual entertainment.

"What's going on?" He Feng quickly shook his head, and then some shocked piaomizi said to one side.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" misty son asked he Feng with a puzzled face.

He didn't know what happened to He Feng. He was in a daze at the jade box just now. Now he suddenly asked himself why, is there something wrong with the brain melon seeds?

Or do you want to pretend to be ill and refuse to pay, and don't want to adjust your breath?

"Just click, just click!" piaomizi quickly stretched out his claw, and then pressed hard on the sculpture of Wang Xizhi in the center of the figure.

In an instant, the center of the relief in the center was depressed a little. Then, it seemed to be an internal arrangement. There was a magical spring. After a crisp sound, one side of the jade box bounced away.

He Feng quickly erected it, went in and took out a hardcover version of an ancient book.

The workmanship is exquisite. The appearance is framed layer by layer, and there are several big red prints on it that he Feng doesn't know.

But even without culture, he Feng knows what this thing is.

In fact, ordinary people often have such a misunderstanding, that is, ancient poetry books often have a lot of big seals printed on them, which makes people have an impulse to have a dense phobia.

Therefore, Tucao make complaints about the ancient people. Why do they seal so many seals? Is it your painting or calligraphy? Or look at your seal?

At this point, people have entered a misunderstanding!

Why do you say that the seal is printed by someone sitting alone?

That's a pure frame up!

At most, there are two, one title seal and one famous seal. Where can so many be covered?

As for the reason why there are dozens or hundreds of seals on a famous painting and calligraphy, it's just like a rubber bought by a primary school student or a stationery box. He likes to carve a name on it or write his own name.

The ancients liked it too!

Now people have such a hobby, which may be inherited from ancient times.

I always like to leave my mark on something, so someone always likes to seal it!

It is hard to imagine that there are many seals in later generations, but it also provides a convenience for archaeologists to find out who the owners of the painting are through seals.

Turning to the first page, he Feng's face turned black immediately. He only saw that among the stacked seals on the first page, he Feng was neatly wrapped by a huge seal.

The three words of this seal are still very clear, as if it had just been sealed.

He Feng rubbed it with his finger. There were still some red marks on his index finger. The mark of the printing mud hasn't dried out yet.

But only the three words before meeting are the three words of piaomizi.

"Old man, I keep saying that I destroy cultural relics. This is not called destroying cultural relics? This is cultural relics, antiques. Do you understand? Now you put such a big seal on it and spread it. I thought I was a disaster to the national treasure!"

He Feng kicked the misty son, kicked him to the ground, and the misty son rolled down the steps. Then he looked up and looked at He Feng bitterly.

But at this time, he was surprised to find that he Feng was coming towards him with a smile, and then smiled and greeted piaomizi: "come, come, why are you so careless? How did you fall to the ground? You are so old and like a child, I'll help you up!"

He Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed piaomizi's arm to help him up?

Misty son was puzzled on his face. When did he Feng turn so good to himself? Why did he suddenly have to help himself up?

Did he find his conscience?

Unlikely. He Feng didn't meet him the first day. How can he believe this nonsense?

Misty son hurried to look around, but only saw a few children in front of him. He suddenly realized that he Feng didn't do this because of him, but because of these children.

Afraid to teach bad children!

After all, beating an old man is not a good virtue.

"Whose children? Go home quickly. If you don't go home again, your parents should worry. How can you stay outside all day in such a cold day?" He Feng waved the children back after helping piaomizi back to the steps.

Then he turned around and returned to the misty son.

Seeing he Feng approaching slowly, out of instinct, misty son hurriedly dodged. He Feng kicked him back to the door, and then scolded: "don't pretend. If I really wanted to hit you, I would have knocked you down and got up!"