Who let her inn not have many people, but also very expensive, and most real antique hunters will only appear in the middle of the night, just for those antiques, but not for others.
Only Liu Liang, a single woman, loves to live in an inn. Moreover, the dark street has been opened twice, and she has come twice. It's difficult to remember.
"Yes, bring my husband here today."
Liu Liang pulled Zeng's narration, "give us the best guest room."
"OK."
The female shopkeeper smiled and narrowed her head to Zeng Xubai. Her attitude was neither cold nor hot, nor humble nor haughty. She was no different in dealing with people. It was a rare educated woman, just like a lady who learned all the rules in ancient times.
I think this is why she wears clothes with some dust, but she herself is still like begonia.
Because of her temperament, because of her handling.
The female shopkeeper took out a bunch of Magnolia keys and put her hands in front of Liu Liang.
Liu Liang paid the money. This is the key and found the room.
This may really be the most expensive room in this inn. She stayed here last time. This time, she was lucky and let them meet.
The guest room is very clean. There is a faint smell of sandalwood. It is a kind of wood fragrance, green grass and leaves. It smells good.
It's the censer on the table.
Liu Liang walked over and carefully touched the censer with her fingers. The outside of the censer was not hot, but it still had a warm touch. When she took off the cover of the censer, she saw that there were still half of the incense pieces in the same censer, which was the smell she had just smelled.
This smell, some top.
Liu Liang has the impulse to steal some of these incense back, but finally think about it, forget it. This incense needs to be used with a supporting censer, and with a censer, it also has the antique flavor of this house.
Her home is decorated in a modern style. I don't know where to put the censer when I take it back, and it's still a little out of place. It's always a little different, so just smell it more.
And some things, really, only exist in memory.
Maybe if you really get it, you don't have that expectation.
"Let's go out to eat."
Liu Liang took Zeng Xubai and prepared to go out. She also hung the key of the string of yuhualan on Zeng Xubai's wrist. When they came out, there were many people outside, just like Ming Street in the daytime. There were people everywhere, but most of them walked and turned at will, and then commented here, but there were not many people who really bought things.
Liu Liang can feel that these people are not regular visitors to the dark street, so they are not familiar with this place. People who really can visit the dark street will appear after the early morning.
Therefore, most of these people may come here from admiration, just like Liu Liang who came here for the first time, but the difference is that Liu Liang is a person who can enjoy life and won't treat herself badly. Therefore, even if the things here are expensive, she will buy and want them.
Even if it was a cup of tea that used to be 100, but now it is thousands of dollars, she will still drink the same.
Of course, Liu Liang is secretly happy. In fact, it's OK that they don't buy. In this way, she doesn't have to follow up the door of the dark street. She has to queue for a long time to buy what she wants to buy.
She took Zeng Xubai and walked through small stalls one after another. When she met what she liked, she would buy it. Anyway, they had two people to eat. If they couldn't finish eating, they could put it there until she wanted to eat.
Moreover, they have already agreed to buy more of these things.
A little full, Liu Liang went to the open-air teahouse with Zeng's narration. It was still as expensive as ever. In addition to being expensive, she was really not ill.
Just a pot of tea money. I've been drinking it for years.
"Shopkeeper, there seem to be more people this year?"
Liu Liang is also familiar with the shopkeeper, just like the female shopkeeper of the inn. She may not remember her name, but this face is familiar. After all, she will take care of the business of the teahouse every time she comes. Of course, she doesn't give less money.
Who wants the business of the teahouse to be more black than that of the inn? No matter what the inn is, at least the guests still have beds and quilts, but here is just an open-air tea shed, a pot of tea and fruits. It's not without, but it also costs hundreds of dollars to buy. In fact, it's not much different from the black shop.
The shopkeeper added half a pot of tea to Liu Liang, and said in his mouth.
"It's a good eye for guests to arrive. There are indeed many more people in the dark street this year than in the past."
"Is there a reason?"
Liu Liang took a cup of tea and took a sip of tea. Well, it's such a light tea fragrance. When she first took a sip, she felt nothing, but the more she drank, the more delicious she tasted. The longer she drank, the better she felt.
So Liu Liang still feels that the money is worth it.
She looked around again. There were a lot of people, and there were many people watching the excitement, and few people who really knew how to buy things. She just didn't know whether there would be so many people robbing antiques when the real dark street appeared here after midnight?
Also, not because we all know that the dark street may not appear again from next year, so we all want to see the style of the dark street. Of course, people like her want to buy more antiques and store them?
I'm afraid I'll miss this year and I won't have such a good opportunity in the future.
Is that really the case? Everyone else knows. She's the only one who doesn't know because she's too ignorant?
"The guest doesn't know why?"
While Liu Liang was still thinking about the question just now, she was asked back by the teahouse manager.
"Don't know what?"
Liu Liang put a cup of tea on her lips again, but she couldn't help sighing in her heart. The difficulty is that she is too incompetent, so she didn't even get any news.
"The guest really doesn't know?"
The teahouse shopkeeper asked again.
Liu Liang still shook her head.
"Because of Gu Kaizhi's painting?"
Zeng, who has been sitting all the time, asked tentatively.
The teahouse keeper always smiled at the corners of his lips, and then lifted them up a bit.
"That's it."
Liu Liang "..."
"Because of Gu Kaizhi's paintings?"
She still doesn't believe that there is one of Gu Kaizhi's paintings, but she gave it to the national collection. Now it is on display in the National Museum, using the most recent preservation method, which also allows more people to see Gu Kaizhi's paintings and the unique painting techniques of the ancients.
But when did you have another one?
Gu Kaizhi's paintings are like Chinese cabbage now. How can they be encountered everywhere?