Three smiles

The collection of bronze mirrors used to be called the unpopular among the unpopular. On the one hand, there are too few good mirrors with excellent workmanship and perfect appearance. Without Fa Yan, it was not until recent years that with the boiling upsurge of collecting, it gradually gained some popularity.

Zhao Liang took out all the bronze mirrors from the cabinet, Wang Sanxiao stood beside him with his sleeves folded, and pointed casually: "This, this, this, this, and this are all rubbish, donate them to the country to make steel."

Sitting next to him in a rose armchair, Wei Cong took a small palm-sized mirror to look at his meticulous appearance, looked up at him, and said with a smile, "Third Young Master is too foolish, he just said it was trash ?”

"Then according to Mr. Wei, I should dance around the mirror first and then call it garbage?" Wang San glanced at him with a smile, suddenly laughed, turned around, looked at him with folded arms, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wei Good eyesight, the mirror in your hand is called the Bronze Mirror with Four Breasts and Divine Beasts. The four divine beasts, Qinglong, Baihu, Jiaolong and Galloping Horse, stretch their teeth and dance their claws. The word inscription 'avoid the unknown' is really precious."

"Oh?" Wei Cong looked at him with interest, but his heart skipped a beat. Based on what he knew about Wang Sanxiao, laughing like a flower for no reason is definitely not a good thing, let alone a mouth full of auspicious words. .

Sure enough, Wang San smiled even brighter: "The most remarkable thing is the color of the bronze mirror, which is called the black lacquer back. It must first be rotted by blood and water, then corroded by mercury, and finally buried in the deep soil for hundreds of years. It takes years to become so pure black as lacquer, so the price is very expensive, Mr. Wei, do you have a good eye?"

"..." Wei Cong suddenly felt a trace of coolness spread from the mirror to his fingertips, and white sweat grew on his back.

Satisfied, Wang Sanxiao turned around and continued to look at the bronze mirror under Zhao Liang's hand.

Wei Cong silently put the mirror back on the small table, took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertips, but he still felt hairy all over his body, which was ruined by the bad guy Wang Sanxiao.

At this time, Wang Sanxiao turned around again, glanced at him with a smile, and said lightly: "But this one is a fake. It was cast from the real one, so the pattern is very vague. The black lacquer back and the copper rust are all electrolytic. Yes, it will take you ten days and half a month to make it to the Han Dynasty, alas, the counterfeiting of antiques is really heinous."

"..." Wei Cong thought to himself that you are the real heinous one!

Wang Sanxiao ignored his psychological changes, took out a pair of white gloves and put them on as if he had done nothing, and said to Zhao Liang: "Temperature and humidity are fatal to metal antiques. The coating is very thick, but just in case, you still have to wear gloves to avoid sweat stains on the bronze mirror."

"Ah... ah, yes!" Zhao Liang glanced at Wei Cong who was sitting on the chair and was in a bad state, thinking that he, an old Jianghu who had been struggling in an antique shop for more than ten years, didn't know this truth , Who is this saying to, Mr. Wei, you can be more careful.

Dozens of bronze mirrors were placed on the long book case, reflecting each other. Wang Sanxiao suddenly remembered the saying in the "Avatamsaka Sutra" that "many mirrors reflect each other, and the shadows of many mirrors are seen in one mirror. Shadows, each shadow reappears many shadows, that is, reappearing shadows repeatedly, making it endless and endless."

However, at this time and here, from his direction, countless mottled ancient mirrors reflect countless blurred old shadows on each other, and at the end of the shadowy shadows are all Wei Cong's eyes looking at him with a smile.

He stared at the bronze mirror without looking back, but he knew that Wei Cong was looking at him intently, a thought that had long been denied came to his mind, he grasped the cold water chestnut flower on the edge of the mirror, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

—he still has an old love for himself...he's always lived here...he's always been alone...

No, Zhao Liang's sexy long legs dangled in front of his eyes. Wang Sanxiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Liang who was seriously appraising him. With the stunner by his side, Wei Cong really didn't play wild food?

When Zhao Liang looked back with the bronze mirror in his hand, Wang Sanxiao was about to affix Wang's exclusive identification stamp on the pair of adulterers and adulterers.

"Third Young Master, look at this side." Zhao Liang put a bronze mirror in front of him, "Is it the Pisces Mirror from the Liao and Jin Dynasties?"

"Indeed," Wang Sanxiao said lightly, "but the value of collection is not great. The collection of bronze mirrors must be called the War Han Dynasty. There are too many Liao and Jin mirrors and the craftsmanship is rough. It is okay for ordinary collectors to buy them to enrich the museum shelf. Really. If you want to collect the eight classics seriously, it is not the best choice, and there is not much room for appreciation."

"Oh," Zhao Liang looked taught, turned around and held up a huge bronze mirror, "This mirror has a diameter of [-] centimeters, which is extremely rare. Is it relatively valuable to collect?"

Wang Sanxiao glanced at him inexplicably, thinking, are you kidding me?He leaned forward, stretched his face in front of the bronze mirror with a diameter of [-] centimeters, and gestured, "This size... Even if the Liao and Jin minorities are thick, no one should be able to grow such a big face. So who do you think would cast such a big mirror for fun?"

"Third Young Master is really well-informed," Zhao Liang exaggeratedly praised, turned to look at the bronze mirror on the long book case, and sighed, "This suffering master is really miserable. With so many collections, they are either rubbish or fakes."

Wang Sanxiao smiled lightly. After so many years of struggling in the antique shop, this kind of situation has been seen many times. There are not a few people who don't have a single piece of authenticity.

"Hey," Zhao Liang suddenly bent down and picked up two pieces, "Why is this bronze mirror broken?"

The bronze mirror is made of bronze, how can it be broken at will?Wang San smiled and looked over, and saw that it was an extremely exquisite bronze mirror, with a round button, embossed with two immortals of Hehe, two saints and one holding a lotus, and a round box with five bats flying out of the box. Dynamic and fun.

Wei Cong also came over curiously: "This decoration is interesting, much more interesting than those sea beasts and four spirits."

"What do you know?" Wang San choked with a smile, "The most important thing about official castings is to be solemn and elegant, to ward off evil spirits and eliminate filth. Although the stories of these characters are a bit leisurely, they are inferior."

"Then I prefer these inferior ones." Wei Cong pointed to the double-convex square border around the button seat, "Here is a line of inscriptions, which looks like seal script. What is written?"

The two looked at Wang Sanxiao together, and Wang Sanxiao said confidently, "Why are you looking at me? I don't know you!"

Wei Cong laughed: "I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not," Wang San smiled and looked at Zhao Liang, "Your teacher is a master at appreciating calligraphy and painting, don't you know it?"

Zhao Liang waved his hands very modestly: "I'm not good at learning, of course I don't know."

There was a room full of garlic pushing each other, Wei Cong didn't care, took two halves of the bronze mirror from Zhao Liang's hand, looked at it for a moment: "It looks like it has been broken for a long time, can it be repaired?"

Wang San smiled and stood beside him with folded arms, and said leisurely, "What are you repairing? Isn't Mr. Wei always saying that life is unsatisfactory nine out of ten times? You can just collect this incomplete beauty."

"No," Wei Cong shook his head, "It's nothing more than that. This is Hehe Erxian, which has a bad meaning. I'm a businessman, and I don't have any aesthetics. I just hope to win a good reputation."

"The cow chews the peony," Wang San laughed and sneered. He touched the pattern of the broken stubble with his fingers, and thought for a while, "It's not impossible to repair... but it will take a lot of effort..."

"Then thank you, Young Master San," Wei Cong quickly put the bronze mirror into Wang Sanxiao's hand as if he was afraid that he would change his mind.

Zhao Liang said with a smile: "If it can really be repaired, wouldn't it be the legendary reunion of the broken mirror?"

"..." Wang Sanxiao lost his voice in an instant.

The atmosphere in the small living room couldn't help but cool down. Zhao Liang glanced left and right, and the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He nodded to Wei Cong quickly, took out his phone and went downstairs to answer the call.

Suddenly only Wang Sanxiao and Wei Cong were left in the room. The two of them had their own secrets and did not speak to each other. After a while, Wei Cong suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Sanxiao's wrist: "I..."

"I won't look back," Wang San smiled, stopped the conversation, stared into his eyes, and said word by word, "You should know that I won't look back, and I won't accept your turning back either."

Wei Cong's eyes flashed with pain, and he said in a low voice, "It is said that the prodigal son will not return the money..."

"I'm not that stupid." Wang Sanxiao felt the suffocation in his chest surge like a huge wave, blocking his internal organs with excruciating pain. He brushed away Wei Cong's hand, took a step back, and stared blankly at the once incomparable man. In the familiar place, the laughter and laughter of the past seemed to be still in front of my eyes, but in the blink of an eye, the hysterical quarrel seemed to be vividly remembered.

He looked down at the broken mirror in his hand, vaguely seeing his embarrassed expression, but a woman's figure appeared in front of him.

Wei Cong called out in a low voice: "Three smiles..."

Wang Sanxiao raised his head to look at him, Wei Cong's eyes were like a deep ancient well, with his own figure reflected at the end, he looked at his own figure, but suddenly a burst of sweet smell came out of his throat, he turned around abruptly, strode into the bathroom , slamming the door heavily.

Wei Cong was stunned for a moment, followed quickly, and knocked on the door: "San Xiao, are you okay, San Xiao? San Xiao, you open the door, what's wrong with you?"

After a long while, amidst the sound of washing, Wang San smiled and opened the door as usual, with a malicious smile on his lips, and said mockingly: "I was disgusted by you."

"... Exaggeration, what did I say, it disgusts you like this?" Wei Cong laughed, but his heart sank. From childhood to adulthood, he was the proud son of all the stars, and no one dared to smile like Wang San. In this way, he directly expressed his dislike for him.

Wang Sanxiao walked back to the small living room, glanced at the two halves of the bronze mirror that were casually thrown on the desk, and said indifferently: "This mirror has complicated patterns, and it has been broken for too long, and the stubble is worn away. I can't repair it."

Wei Cong said seriously, "I want to try."

"Then find someone else to try." Wang San smiled and turned around to leave.

Wei Cong looked at his back: "Others can't compare to you."

Wang Sanxiao stopped suddenly, was stunned for two seconds, turned around with a smile, his playful eyes fell on his face, and said coolly: "I don't understand Mr. Wei's words. There is a specialization in the art industry, and the next antique broker is like panacea, how can he compare with a professional bronze mirror restoration master? No one else can compare to me..." He approached Wei Cong with a playful smile, stared into his eyes and smiled, " Why didn't you think so?"

Wei Cong's voice was bitter: "I was wrong back then..."

"It's me who is wrong," Wang Sanxiao interrupted him, "I don't know how to compliment."

"Three smiles, I know you are angry," Wei Cong took his hand: "I can explain what happened back then, she and I just..."

Wang San's face changed suddenly with a smile, he threw him away, and reprimanded: "President Wei is self-respecting, don't fucking talk about it, I don't have the patience to listen to the words of Che Jilu back then, and it makes me feel disgusting when I think about it, it's still you, President Wei Are you deliberately trying to make me sick again?"

"..."

The two fell into a stalemate, and the sound of brisk footsteps came from the stairs at the right time. Zhao Liang hung up the phone and walked upstairs. Mirror, and handed it to Wang Sanxiao: "Just now we talked about the restoration of this bronze mirror. I heard that there is a master in Panjiayuan who is good at craftsmanship, and most of you probably know him."

Wang Sanxiao took the bronze mirror: "You mean Suihanzhai Boss Li?"

"Third Young Master really knows each other," Zhao Liang said with a sweet smile, ignoring the awkward atmosphere, "I heard that Boss Li's whereabouts are uncertain, and only Third Young Master can find him."

Wang Sanxiao thought for a moment, and finally accepted the commission, "All right, I'll go and see him. If he's not in Beijing, then I can't help it."

Speaking of carefully wrapping up the bronze mirror and taking it away, Wei Cong watched him and Zhao Liang chatting and laughing blankly, although his face was bright and bright, his heart was cloudy and gloomy.

Wang San smiled before going down the stairs, and suddenly turned around: "Oh, I forgot to remind Mr. Wei about something."

Wei Cong looked at him in surprise: "Huh?"

Wang San smiled with a most sincere smile on his lips, and said with a smile: "The house that has been idle for a long time suddenly moved in, don't forget to check the door and window switches, water and electricity taps carefully, although Mr. Affecting life, don't you think so?" After speaking, he turned and walked down the stairs.

Wei Cong watched his figure disappear at the corner of the stairs, turned suddenly and walked into the bathroom, glanced around, and stopped on the water-stained washstand, he saw reddish-brown rust marks in the wet water stains, which was shocking .

The author has something to say: So what kind of inscription was written on the bronze mirror, it should roughly be: Don't pretend to be coercive, pretend to be struck by lightning.