My 1979

When he got up early for a walk, he unexpectedly discovered peach blossoms at the tip of a peach tree. This surprised Li He. They bloomed nearly half a month earlier than in previous years, which meant that spring had arrived.

As expected, the flowers in primrose are usually forsythia and peach blossoms.

As usual, I found a breakfast stall and pinched the bean juice fried dough sticks in my hand before I suddenly realized that from now on, there is an extra person in the family, and Old Man Li has to help buy breakfast.

The house that old man Li lives in is larger than the one that Li He lives in.

There is a well in the yard. It is very deep. A long rope is tied to the bucket and lowered. It takes a long time before you hear a soft pop.

It has to be said that you didn't speak and stretched your ears to listen. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hear even the soft sounds.

Li He fetched water and put it on the shelf in a basin for Old Man Li. When he saw Old Man Li coming out of the toilet, he deliberately said,

"Master Li? You got up very early! Oh, you are so busy and you still go to the toilet yourself?"

Old Man Li glared and said, "Ahem! Say what you should say, and whisper what you shouldn't say."

Li He smiled and said, "Wash your face first, and then have breakfast. The soy milk and fried dough sticks are placed on the table for you."

Old Man Li picked up the cigarette pouch on his lap, filled another cigarette pouch full of pot tobacco leaves, took out a match from his pocket, lit the cigarette and took a deep puff, almost losing all his teeth. A thick cloud of blue-gray smoke came out of his mouth, which was blown away by the wind.

"Master Li, I gave you a cigarette yesterday, but you didn't take it. I thought you didn't smoke."

Old Man Li took out the cigarette pipe from his mouth, knocked it hard on the corner a few times, and blew hard with the holder in his mouth, and then said: "I used to smoke when I was young, but later I quit, so I changed it to Dry cigarettes are gone. The cigarettes you young people smoke are boring and I don’t like them.”

Old man Li entered the room and suddenly shouted, taking the soy milk on the table in his hand, "You wasteful thing! Just put this greasy fruit and hot soy juice on the table. Do you have no eyesight or are you too big-hearted? ?”

Li He scratched his head and smiled: "Master Li, isn't it just the Eight Immortals Table? There is nothing worth making a fuss about."

Old Man Li was so angry that he stamped his feet, "I'm not talking about the table, but the huanghuali screen on the table."

Li He took a quick look and saw that the table did have something like a wooden board. It was quite simple and had an old feel. There were figures on it, all made of jade. "Why does it look like a plaque to me?"

"This is the screen picture of the Eight Immortals offering their longevity."

"Then you keep talking." Li He also became interested. He looked at He Fang coming in from the corner of his eyes and motioned for her to make a pot of tea and bring it over.

"The value of this screen does not lie entirely in the materials used, but in the uniqueness of the people who use it!"

"Could it be that the emperor used it?" Li He joked.

"Ignorance!" Old Man Li glanced at him sideways, took the tea from He Fang, and asked, "Do you know Zhang Jiangling?"

"who?"

"Zhang Juzheng!"

"Oh, why don't you just say your name?"

Old Man Li shook his head and sighed: "It's really rare for an antique player to reach such a state of ignorance and fearlessness like you!"

"A prize, a prize!" Li He pretended not to hear the old man's sarcasm and continued to ask: "Master Li, do I have a chamber pot or washbasin that Cixi used in this house?"

Old Man Li pretended not to hear Li He's interruption and continued, "This Eight Immortals table was given to Zhang Juzheng by Qi Jiguang, the commander-in-chief of the Anti-Japanese War! At that time, Commander Qi was in charge of the anti-Japanese affairs. In order to prevent restrictions from the rear, he gave many things to Zhang Juzheng, including gold and silver. I have given away everything from jewelry to the famous horse Meiji, to eating utensils, and even human heads! Is it unusual to give a screen?"

Bang!

Li He did not fall, but in his heart, the great image of Qi Jiguang, a famous general, and Zhang Juzheng, a good minister of the country, collapsed. Isn't this outrageous?

"No, there's no inscription on it that says Qi Jiguang presented it to Zhang Juzheng, right? Where did you see that the wild history was so far-fetched?"

Regarding the suspicion raised by Li He, Old Man Li smiled arrogantly and said: "Of course it can be proved by history. Look at the words on the screen, Lin Sheng's "Inscription on Lin'an Residence": Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when is the break for singing and dancing in the West Lake; Nuan The wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. If I have a chance in the future, I will take you to meet someone, and you will know that what I said is true."

Li He nodded and looked at Old Man Li with a different look. If what the old man said was true, he would have been a powerful figure in the industry back then based on his sharp eyesight.

"Actually, that's not what I care about most." Li He straightened his body and said softly.

"Oh? What do you care about?"

"I care how much this so-called screen is worth?"

"Boy, some things need to be felt with the heart. What you feel in your heart cannot be measured by money."

"Oh, you can also trade in jewelry, but you can't use food stamps to trade in it, right?"

"Hey, are you pretending to be confused with me on purpose?"

Li He was afraid that he would be offended, so he even changed his title, "No matter how good the thing is, he must have a price, right?"

"Are you ready to sell?"

"Think about it, should we continue to collect it? If we encounter something better, we won't have the money to accept it, so we have to sell the inferior one. I still have to rely on you for these eyesight skills."

Old Man Li sighed and said, "If an artifact is placed there, once you look at it, it can take you back to ancient times; if you touch it with your fingers, you can feel the ancients' intentions in creating it. This should be the ultimate goal of playing with cultural relics.

It will be wrapped in a layer of deep and ripe batter, which is calm and gentle, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

Antiques are tangible, but culture is immaterial. They cannot be seen or touched, but they seep into people's bones and blood. You kid really received a lot of good things. I also understand what you mean. "

"Then you are always tired, help me sort it out."

Old Man Li stood up and stretched his waist, "Snuff bottle, finger ring, inkstone, these small things have been fixed for you. I will put more effort into the big ones and put them all on the list for you, so you can see them at a glance. clear."

Li He said flatteringly, "Then you are always tired. Whatever you want to eat for lunch, I will help you."

"Just bring it to me at noon. It doesn't matter what you eat. Just don't forget to bring me a bottle of wine." After speaking, Old Man Li stopped talking to Li He. He took the fried dough sticks and soy milk and packed his things while eating.

Perhaps for many people, each of these ancient relics has its own story, which has been carried for many years without anyone listening.

Because they can't speak! Waiting silently for a thousand years, just to meet again!

Their years are steeped in hundreds and thousands of years.

Each piece embodies the efforts of the craftsmen and the emotions of the users.

Each piece belongs to a different owner and has its own story.

Each piece is so unique, and even every crack and gap has a unique history.

But Li He was not interested in these things. To him, they had no practical value and were just dead objects.