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Chapter 15

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    Ji Shenyu tossed and turned in bed for the whole night, and only fell asleep at dawn, but his sleep was restless, disturbed by dreams one after another.

    He dreamed that he was back to Yangzhou, and Ding Hanbai yelled to see the garden, and dragged him along all the way.  After running for a long time and stopped under a stone bridge, Ding Hanbai finally let go of him and walked up the stone bridge alone.

    Some people set up stalls on the bridge to sell some trinkets, or sell some food, with one exception, they even sold Tang Sancai.  Ding Hanbai went straight over, picked up a three-colored horse like a treasure, and asked how much it was.

    Ji Shenyu immediately said: "Brother, shall we go by boat?"

    Ding Hanbai ignored him, and studied the beautiful horse with great interest: "I want it, wrap it up."

    Ji Shenyu pulled the other party up, and whispered: "What are you buying this crudely made thing for? What do you want, I will ask Master to give it to you."

    Ding Han looked at him in vain: "You know what, this is Tang Sancai, I can identify the authenticity."

    Ji Shenyu couldn't stop him, and was waved aside. Seeing Ding Hanbai take out the money, he thought he should learn a lesson.  Unexpectedly, Ding Hanbai's trouser pockets seemed to be a bottomless pit, pile after pile, making him dazzled.

    "Wait!" He rushed up and asked the vendor, "How much?"

    The peddler said, "Thirty thousand."

    Ji Shenyu grabbed Ding Hanbai's hand that took out the money: "Are you crazy?!"

    Ding Hanbai pushed him away, and after spending 30,000 yuan, he hugged his horse and got off the bridge.  Ji Shenyu followed, his legs were weak and he almost fell into the river. When he arrived home suddenly, he saw Ji Fangxu writing a fan in the garden.

    "Master" he shouted.

    Ji Fangxu looked up at him and beckoned him to sit beside her.  A tree of peach blossoms was painted on the fan, and the pen fell into his hand. Ji Fang asked him to write, and he wrote: Peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.

    Ji Shenyu was a little dazed: "Master, I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time."

    Ji Fangxu waved the fan to dry: "I didn't think you missed me, where did you go?"

    Ji Shenyu suddenly remembered: "I was hanging out with Ding Hanbai, and he bought a fake three-color horse for 30,000 yuan, what should I do?" He pushed Ji Fangxu, "Will Uncle Ding be angry?  , Blame me for not being optimistic about him? But I can¡¯t stop it, I don¡¯t know how stupid he is.¡±

    Ji Fangxu coaxed him: "Then let's exchange the real three-color horse for him, shall we?"

    Ji Shenyu immediately agreed, and helped Ji Fangxu walk towards the room. After walking for a while, he found that he forgot to take the fan, so he turned back to get the fan.  Looking back, Ji Fang Xu disappeared without a trace, and her voice and appearance were nowhere to be found.

    "Master" he shouted.

    Shout when you meet, shout when you don't, you can't tell whether it's true when you see it or it's true at this time.

    Ji Shenyu was drenched in sweat when he woke up from the dream, and the wind blew in from the window, making him shiver uncontrollably from the cold.  This dream was funny and heart-wrenching, he didn't care about Ding Hanbai buying a horse, he just remembered what Ji Fangxu said - that didn't make him think you missed me.

    Did Ji Fangxu blame him?

    Thinking about it, it was dawn.  Ji Shenyu swept the house, watered the flowers, and scrubbed the railings of the corridor against the light blue quilt in front of his eyes.  After wiping, he sat there, clutching a wet cloth and dripping a small puddle of water under his feet.

    Ding Hanbai got up and came out: "I thought you peed."

    All thoughts were ruined here, Ji Shenyu put Ji Fangxu aside for the time being, and a fool bought a horse in his mind.  He went straight into the study in Latin, walked to the table, pointed to the celadon vase and asked, "What kind of person sold it to you?"

    Ding Hanbai rubbed his eyes: "An old man."

    old man?  Ji Shenyu wondered, did that man change hands so quickly?  Ding Hanbai shook off his hand and asked, "You like it? I was surprised yesterday."

    Ji Shenyu couldn't explain it: "Brother Shi, why did you spend 30,000 on this? Are you sure it's not a fake?"

    Ding Hanbai replied: "It's a long story, I'm too lazy to tell you." He went to wash up, but when he turned around, he was stopped by the other party.

    He walked around: "A good boy doesn't get in the way, get out of the way."

    Ji Shenyu really hugged him, as if trying to persuade him to fight: "Brother, don't bother to tell me, can you tell me?"

    Ding Hanbai's downcast eyes met Ji Shenyu's eyes, he was so puzzled, he pushed him away with brute force, and stepped out of the study in a few steps.  After washing up and watering the flowers with the aluminum pot, he realized that his cloves had been watered. When he looked up, he saw Ji Shenyu standing in the corridor, less cheerful than Lin Daiyu.

    He had no choice but to admit defeat: "This thing looks like the water fragment I brought back before, but the origin is speculated to be false, so I bought it back and took a closer look. Now I think it is a fake, and it has been sent for testing, and I am waiting for the result."

    JiDing Hanbai took back the test report, he asked nervously: "Brother, what does the report say?"

    Ding Hanbai answered simply: "Imitation."

    He seemed to see Ding Hanbai smiling: "Then why are you happy?"

    "Although the bottle is an imitation, the porcelain pieces themselves are indeed fragments of cultural relics, don't you think it's interesting?" Ding Hanbai said as he entered the study, his voice was isolated from the outside.

    Ji Shenyu thought, is this interesting?

    He scratched the door frame and remembered the dream in the morning, in which Ji Fangxu said that he had changed his position.  He suddenly became enlightened, took the vase and ran to the study room, no longer entangled with anything, and gave the vase to Ding Hanbai.

    Seeing him coming in, Ding Hanbai stared at the bottle in a daze.  "Brother, I have something for you." Ji Shenyu went over, only saying that helping an old man was rewarded, "I don't have the ability to appraise, but I can tell that this vase is superior to celadon vases, and imitations are also graded.  Fake ones are worth the same, and I¡¯ll give them to you.¡±

    Ding Hanbai asked: "I thank you, why did you give it to me?"

    Ji Shenyu held the celadon bottle: "Then can I exchange this with you? Because you gave me the amber pendant, I want to give you a gift in return."

    Ding Hanbai was talking, but his eyes were still glued to the vase. He went to the bookcase to find an album, and suddenly asked: "Do you want to know whether this thing is real or not?"

    The photo on the page of the album is consistent with the vase, and it is marked: bean green glaze ink color Baishou pattern vase, mid Qing Dynasty.  Ding Hanbai hugged Ji Shenyu to confirm: "Send it to me, then let me deal with it, don't you regret it?"

    Ji Shenyu nodded, how he could deal with it, if he didn't stay or shot, Liang Hecheng said it didn't matter, so he didn't care.

    With approval, Ding Hanbai wrapped the bottle in a newspaper and left. It was still the tortoiseshell antique market and the narrow alley.  He squatted until dark, during which many people came to ask, but he didn't pay any attention to it, and didn't sell it, and the sellers next to him couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

    So he asked for leave again, and set up a stall in the alley for three consecutive days. Three days later at noon, a pair of old cloth shoes appeared in front of him, looked up and laughed: "It's really a fate."

    The position was reversed, Zhang Sinian squatted down: "You don't look like an antique man."

    Ding Hanbai said: "You seem to be collecting waste."

    Zhang Sinian took off his glasses, and his blind eye was exposed to the sun. He picked up the bottle and looked at it, with his lips around his neck and his hands like a ruler, measuring the size. He looked at it for a long time: "This is Tang Ying's name,  It has been used since the Yongzheng period."

    Ding Hanbai nodded: "Good stuff, I won't agree to sell it for less than a penny."

    Zhang Sinian asked: "How about bartering?"

    It is popular in the industry to do this. Many people are addicted to collecting, but they have a lot of money, so they take out objects of similar value, and the two parties negotiated and exchanged to reach a deal.

    Ding Hanbai touched his wrist: "I just want money, to buy a Swiss watch."

    He kept his promise, and didn't let go, and two days later, Zhang Sinian collected enough money to buy it, ten thousand stacks a pack.  The two walked out of the alley, the scene overlapped with that day, when they parted, they looked at each other, and he suddenly smiled.

    It's not that I'm happy after getting money, but I can't help it.

    Zhang Sinian was blind and half-opened: "Is the celadon bottle kept for myself or poured out?"

    Ding Hanbai said: "The imitation is not bad, I keep it for flower arrangement."

    Picking up leaks depends on one's ability, even if you talk about it face to face, you can't lose your temper, you can only be deflated.  Zhang Sinian laughed when he heard this, and fanned the wind with his undershirt: "That's not bad? You can tell it's a fake at a glance, but you're not good enough."

    Ding Hanbai approached: "This one is different, it's genuine."

    He parted ways with the other party, didn't save any money, and returned home with a schoolbag of banknotes.  The small courtyard was quiet, and he stopped when he passed by the study window, and saw Ji Shenyu writing his homework at his desk.

    Take a hundred-yuan bill and fold the plane, fly in, and land right on the paper.

    Ji Shenyu ran over, leaned on the window edge and asked, "Brother, did you sell that vase?"

    "Yes." Ding Han Bai responded, "Sold for 100,000."

    With a click, Ji Shenyu cut off a piece of the window edge, opened his eyes wide in horror, opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't say anything.  One hundred thousand That vase is worth one hundred thousand?  !  Liang Hecheng gave him such a valuable thing, how could he afford it?  !

    Unexpectedly, Ding Hanbai raised his hand and grabbed his ear, with very little strength, but the tip of his ear was hot.

    "Don't panic," Ding Hanbai said, "It's a fake." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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