The gallery door is closed.

Wang Gu stood in front of the table, his body shaking even more violently.

Wang Xiu stood aside and said nothing.

Ye Bei was still standing in front of a wall, with his hands behind his hands, quietly admiring the paintings on it...

for a long time!

Wang Gu suddenly spoke to break the silence. His voice was no longer as angry and unruly as before. Instead, it was filled with incredible words: "Authentic work! This "Lanting Preface" is written with strong force, penetrating into the wood, vigorous and powerful, but it also reveals a peaceful and natural style.

Euphemistic and subtle, elegant and graceful...it is clearly the original work of Wang Xizhi! The most incredible thing is that there are no traces of alteration or smearing on this preface. It is a masterpiece that was made in one go. It is even better than being collected by the state.

That sequence is more perfect and real!"

When these words came out of Wang Gu's mouth, his body was startled, and then he himself was stunned.

Then he shook his head repeatedly...

"No! No... the ink is new! The paper and cloth are also new, and there is no stamp on it. It is a fake..."

Keep shaking your head!

"The calligraphy is Wang Xizhi's! Authentic!"

Talking to himself, mumbling incessantly.

At this moment, Wang Gu felt that his world view had been completely overturned... He regarded himself as a descendant of Wang Xi, but what he had learned could not be understood by a piece of paper, and he could not tell the truth from the false.

"Agu! Eighty years ago, I met my ancestor! Today, I meet my ancestor again...Whether you believe it or not, there are always some unusual things in this world! No matter if this word is true

It’s fake, but you understand its value, right?”

Seeing that Wang Gu was almost calm, Wang Xiu slowly spoke.

Wang Gu holds calligraphy and painting...

He didn't want to believe Wang Xiu's eighty-year reputation.

But……

When certain facts are placed in front of you, you have to believe them even if you don't believe them.

"Sir, I would like to hang this calligraphy and painting at the door of the store for people to appreciate. If it is the original work of the real ancestor, I will volunteer to be your servant for you to dispatch!" Huh, took a deep breath, and finally, Wang Gu came from nowhere.

He had the courage to look at Ye Bei seriously and uttered such a sentence.

After hearing this, Wang Xiu's eyes flashed with warmth and anger!

Being able to work as Ye Bei's servant... This was Wang Gu's blessing that he had cultivated for hundreds of years. He actually used this kind of thing to bargain. He wanted to go up and hit Wang Gu's wooden fish head.

"Can!"

But fortunately, Ye Bei's voice came immediately.

His voice was light. When he said this, Ye Bei did not turn around or look back.

In fact, he, Ye Bei, doesn't care about this kind of thing. He has lived for too long and has met countless people and seen countless things... What does this mean? It can't make Ye Bei's mood fluctuate at all.

On the contrary, Ye Bei had a hunch that the calligraphy and painting hanging at the door was the key to meeting his old friend again.

"Okay! Sir, I will hang the painting tomorrow...but..." Although Wang Gu said this, his tone obviously softened a lot, but he paused mid-sentence!

On the side, Wang Xiu trembled slightly and realized some problems, so he immediately answered: "Old Ancestor! Now that this shop belongs to you, there are some things that I must let you know! With the advancement of technology and the changes of the times, we here

The gallery has gradually lost its business... There is an antique shop opposite! The owner is from out of town, and he is arrogant. He always wants to annex our shop and uses various means... He even hired people to cheat on us several times.

Splashing ink on the painting in front of the door..."

When he said this, Wang Xiu was very angry.

He and Wang Gu were the only two people in this shop... The younger generations had either gone to live in other cities or gone abroad. Even if they were bullied, they, the two old men, had no power to fight back.

Luck plays a big part in the gallery's ability to survive.

"Um!"

After hearing this, Ye Bei hummed slightly to express his understanding.

"Sir, aren't you worried?" Wang Gu was confused.

"Let nature take its course!" Ye Bei's voice was still calm: "It's late, you are old, go get some rest early!"

"I want to take this calligraphy and painting into my room and take a closer look!" Wang Gu took the calligraphy and painting in his hand again. This time he moved very gently and carefully, for fear of damaging it.

Ye Bei: "Okay!"

After Wang Gu heard this, he put on his reading glasses, picked up the calligraphy and painting in one hand, and held the magnifying glass in the other hand. He stopped talking and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Creak...

When he opened the door, he stopped and turned around, not forgetting to say to Wang Xiu: "Old man! You should also go to bed early... If I don't study this calligraphy and painting thoroughly, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep today!"

"I know!"

Wang Xiu's voice was rich and rich.

Wang Gu left quickly, in a hurry, really going to fight at night by burning the midnight oil!

In the gallery!

Ye Bei stood with his hands behind his hands. Wang Xiu did not leave, but stood quietly behind him.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" After a while, Ye Bei said.

Wang Xiu gritted his teeth, his eyes were cloudy, but deep in his eyes, there was a faint light of expectation, and he asked tremblingly: "Yingchun knows that his life is not long, so he cherishes every inch of time...Old Ancestor... Forgive Yingchun for being presumptuous, you are alive."

After endless years, do you know how to continue your life?"

How to survive?

Ye Bei did not answer. He looked at an ancient painting from the Qin Dynasty on the wall. In his mind, a long picture of history that spanned thousands of years slowly unfolded.

That day, the autumn wind was bleak, and on the bank of the pond, a young man in a white shirt was fishing, holding a bamboo pole in his hand.

A middle-aged man, dressed luxuriously, with countless guards standing around him.

He asked the guards to stop and wait at a distance.

He stepped onto the muddy path and walked behind the boy in white shirt. He hunched his body and spoke softly, not daring to offend in the slightest: Sir, I have established an eternal foundation and become the first emperor in the world, but even so, I cannot withstand the years!

I know I don’t have much time left, but I’m really unwilling to die like this. I came here this time to ask for only one thing..."

"Say!" Ye Bei's voice was very soft.

Middle-aged man: "I want to live forever!"

"No!"

The boy in white shirt shook his head and answered softly.

"Why?" The middle-aged man frowned and wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare, so he could only ask softly.

The young man in white shirt flicked his wrist, and a crucian carp hung on the hook. He gently put the fish away and put it into a basin nearby: "Everything in the world has its own laws. If you go against the will of nature, you may only get something."

Plant an immortal curse!"

"Sir, I already know!"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed and thought he had the answer. He believed that eternal life existed, and he had to let nature take its course, search for all things, and rely on chance to obtain it.

But he didn’t know that Ye Bei’s original intention was... immortality is a curse! Even he himself didn’t know the answer...

That middle-aged man, surnamed Ying, named Zheng!

After leaving that day, he secretly sent Xu Fu to lead 3,000 boys and girls on a boat to the sea to seek immortality in the mountain. However, they ended up unknown until Yingzheng became ill and did not appear again!

When I was sick and lying on bed.

Ying Zheng was furious and blamed the warlock for being useless, as Ye Bei could not be found!

So under Li Si's suggestion, he ordered the ban on books and the burning of books, stipulating that all historical books that were not written by the Qin Dynasty should be burned. In the end, he still ended up with regrets... Later, the burning of books to embarrass Confucian scholars and warlocks became one of the biggest events in history!

Everyone in the world wants to live forever!

For the sake of longevity, the tragedies of history are countless!

After a long time, Ye Bei slowly came back to his senses!

Turn around.
Chapter completed!