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After the words fell, Fang Yueling and Song Qinrong's eyes crossed the distance between them, and they were locked in a silent confrontation in the air.
The living room fell silent for a moment.
Until Song Muyao suddenly let out a soft cry: "Grandma! Since Zhao Lin is my great-grandfather, wouldn't this ancient painting "Yaochi Leng" be in our house?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Yueling turned her head sharply and stared at Zhao Shuying with bright eyes.
Zhao Shuying was in deep thought for a moment, as if she was trying to recall the scene deep in her memory.
As people get older, their memory inevitably starts to get worse.
Several times, Zhao Shuying was sitting on the sofa in the living room and wanted to go to the kitchen to see if Rongrong¡¯s favorite spinach was available for lunch. She got up and walked a few steps. Before leaving the living room, she forgot what she was going to do.
But on the contrary, because of this, those young pictures buried deep in the memory began to become more and more clear.
"I was still very young when my father left. I only know that for a while, high officials from the town often came to see him and talked about "Yao Chi Leng""
At that time, the war was raging. Japanese bombers passed by Ningcheng and dropped several bombs. For a time, everyone in Ningcheng was in danger and panicked all day long.
It was at this time that Zhao Lin discovered "Yao Chi Leng".
What few people know is that the first person to dig out "Yao Chi Leng" from the ruins was not Zhao Lin.
It¡¯s a group of local farmers whose homes and fields were destroyed and made homeless.
They didn¡¯t know what kind of painting it was, but they knew instinctively that it was not simple.
After getting together to discuss, they decided to go to the Zhao family, the richest local in Ningcheng, to see if they could exchange the painting for some food.
Zhao Lin is a local squire who has been fond of poetry and painting since he was a child. Even in an era when most people did not have enough to eat, he was well-educated and had a profound foundation.
At a glance, I recognized that this was the legendary ancient painting "Yao Chi Leng".
He made a prompt decision and spent a lot of money to buy "Yao Chi Leng" and planned to hand it over to the government.
After all, in that turbulent era, a family like the Zhao family, although they had money but no real power, would only die faster if they owned "Yao Chi Leng".
The mayor is also a person who loves painting and is obsessed with painting. When he saw the authentic work of the legendary "Yao Chi Leng", he was excited beyond words.
But after looking at it for a few minutes, he closed the painting and put it back in Zhao Lin's hand.
"Nowadays, China is suffering from internal and external troubles and a national crisis. There is news that Brother Zhao may not know. Just yesterday, the Japanese army captured the southern part of the country."
Zhao Lin¡¯s expression changed drastically.
??The distance between Endan and Ningcheng is only three hundred miles. Endan has fallen, and Ningcheng is afraid
The mayor smiled bitterly: "I only knew that those bandits burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil.
But little did they know that the first thing they did after entering the city was to rush into the Munan City Hall, plunder all the treasures, and then set it on fire. "
Zhao Lin was shocked and angry, his eyes were scarlet, as if reflecting the blazing fire.
The mayor patted the young man's shoulder that was not generous, and said in a hoarse voice: "To be honest with Brother Zhao, after hearing the news, I was ready to die in battle with Ning Cheng at any time.
It is no regret that I was lucky enough to see "Yaochi Leng" before I died.
"It's a pity that my ability is limited. I can take care of the people of a town, but I can't take care of these ancient treasures.
"Yao Chi Leng" I also ask Brother Zhao to preserve it for me for this country that is temporarily unable to protect itself in times of crisis. When the world is peaceful and the seas and rivers are clear, it will not be too late to let "Yao Chi Leng" appear in the world. "
Zhao Lin's eyes turned red, and he bowed deeply to the mayor and said word by word: "Although Zhao is just a scholar, he is devoted to the bright future and admiration for the motherland. He is unwilling to be useless."
The mayor smiled and nodded: "In this case, I will rely on Brother Zhao."
¡°No one knew that on a calm afternoon, the two men made a mutual agreement and made a promise to protect the national treasure.
Who would have thought that as soon as Zhao Lin left the mayor's office and before he could step out of the town hall, several newspaper reporters learned the news from those farmers and insisted on interviewing Zhao Lin.
That¡¯s how the photo appeared in the newspaper today.
After hearing this story, Song Muyao was completely shocked. Her heart was pounding and her blood was boiling.
Although she was born in a peaceful era, she had not experienced that era when war was raging and she could lose her life at any time.
But now when I hear the story of my great-grandfather, I think about what I just saw??She couldn't help but burst into tears at the thin and tall figure in the black and white photo.
"Grandma, Grandpa Zeng is so great."
Zhao Shuying also had a soft smile on her face, and she nodded when she heard this: "They say that a scholar is useless if he is useless, but my father has never been willing to be useless."
The newspaper published the story of Zhao Lin's discovery of "Yao Chi Leng", but the background was in the town office.
Anyone who looks at it will think that Zhao Lin handed over the painting to the government.
Who would have thought that because of the national crisis and no time to take care of himself, the important task of protecting "Yaochi Leng" eventually fell back to Zhao Lin.
Presumably, the reason why it took Sheng Ting so long to focus his search back on the Song family was because of the ambiguity conveyed behind the newspaper.
Zhao Shuying was completely immersed in her memories. Her eyes were far away, and she seemed to see her father in a long gown lying beside her again.
In the hot summer, her father shook the cattail leaf fan for her and sang nursery rhymes with a voice as gentle as the wind.
"Look at the fireflies, each carrying a small vinegar cage; like a watchman patrolling the dark night, they come and go in a hurry. They come and go in a hurry. When the fairy goes to the palace of heaven, I have to ask her to send some warm wind to cool the breeze. A loose"
She sang softly.
Fang Yueling was actually very anxious, but she still tried to maintain patience and gentleness on her face as she listened to Zhao Shuying sing the eight-sentence nursery rhyme over and over again.
By the third time, she finally couldn't help it anymore and laughed softly: "This nursery rhyme is so nice, I have never heard it before."
Zhao Shuying sang for a while and then smiled slowly: "Yes, it's really nice. Later, Uncle Zhong also sang, but he was tone-deaf and I always thought his singing was ugly"
Fang Yueling said "hmm" impatiently, and immediately turned to the topic: "Grandma, since "Yaochi Leng" is in your hands, where did you hide it? Can you show it to us?"
She was of course sure that Zhao Shuying had not handed over "Yao Chi Leng" to the country, otherwise, reports would have been overwhelming.
Song Muyao also shook her grandma's arm with excitement: "Yes, grandma, you are so disgusting. You hide such a precious thing secretly by yourself, and you don't even show it to us!"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhao Shuying¡¯s face: ¡°It¡¯s not that I didn¡¯t show it to you on purpose, it¡¯s really I don¡¯t know where ¡°Yao Chi Leng¡± is!¡±
Fang Yueling frowned: "I remember, grandma is an only child, right? Didn't Grandpa Zeng give the painting to you before he died?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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