Three smiles

Zhao Liang glanced at the rust marks in the washbasin, couldn't help but smile, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wei, it was my negligence. I didn't expect the faucet to rust after years of use..."

"I don't blame you," Wei Cong sighed softly, thinking that he really shouldn't have made such a foolish trick, he should have thought of it earlier, is Wang Sanxiao someone who is easily fooled?

Wang Sanxiao, who is not easy to be fooled, also feels that he is probably too smart, and he is amazingly talented. Being a handsome guy himself is very stressful, and now he is both talented and beautiful.

He picked up half of the bronze mirror and took a look at his proud face, secretly sighed that the road to love was bumpy and the blue face was so difficult, and went straight to Panjiayuan.

Walking along the messy street to the end, I came to a small shop with a signboard at the door, which read "Suihanzhai". It looked as ordinary as all the shops in Panjiayuan, but the shopkeeper inside was A well-known master of restoration of cultural relics.

"Boss Li, you are safe and sound," Wang San smiled and walked into the store door.

A thin man in the store stood up, smiled and cupped his hands: "What kind of wind brought San Shao here, and the shop is full of splendor."

"Stop talking nonsense," Wang Sanxiao took the bronze mirror out of his bag, and laid it out on a picture table in the store, "See if this mirror can be repaired?"

Boss Li is lame, but he walks with his back straight, which gives people a feeling of aloofness and aloofness, but he has a very peaceful personality and loves to laugh. He walked over slowly, put the two halves of the bronze mirror together, looked at the gap, and nodded: "It can be repaired."

Wang Sanxiao wandered around in his shop to see if there were any new good things, and said with a smile: "Then leave it to you, the treasure master is a fool, the cost will not be small, and you don't have to worry too much about it." , you can fix it casually.”

Boss Li would not really believe such words. He put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses, turned on the desk lamp, and looked at the bronze mirror carefully for a moment: "The Two Immortals of Harmony... This decoration is full of wit and fun. Song mirrors are mostly made of rough craftsmanship. Such exquisite ones are rare, but it’s a waste.”

"If it's not a defective product, you won't be able to see it," Wang Sanxiao walked over, tapped the edge of the bronze mirror with his finger bones, and made a calm and mellow voice, "The copper content is very high, which is really rare in the Song Dynasty when the copper ban was strict." .”

Boss Li wiped the decoration on the back with his fingers, and read out the sixteen-character inscription softly: "You are inseparable from the sky, you are inseparable from the earth, you are happy and happy, you will never forget each other, it is interesting, and it is still a lovesickness inscription."

"It's useless to miss you any more," Wang Sanxiao raised half of the bronze mirror in each hand, and laughed mockingly, "It's disabled."

Boss Li smiled and said, "I guarantee that it can be restored to perfection."

"No, no," Wang Sanxiao said very maliciously, "I ask you to leave some traces of damage, as long as the surface is passable, you don't need to pay too much attention to the details."

Boss Li's seven orifices are exquisite, and he instantly knew that there must be some secret inside story. He was strict and careful, and didn't ask too much, just smiled lightly: "Understood."

Walking out of Suihanzhai, Wang Sanxiao lowered his head and lit a cigarette, took a puff hard, the dry air whizzed into his lungs, and then spit it out as a wisp of light smoke.

Thinking of Wei Cong's eyes in pain, he couldn't help but wryly smiled, slowly smoked a cigarette, got into the car, and said wearily, "Go back to the hotel, lunch...you can eat it yourself, I want to sleep. "

"That can't be done," Xiong Er said, "No matter what happens, you have to eat, hey, what happened to you?"

Wang San smiled angrily: "Something happened to me."

Xiong Er's spirit froze immediately, his fierce face was clouded, his eyes swept sharply around, and then he lowered his voice: "What's the big deal? Third Young Master, do we need to take action?"

Wang San smiled and slapped him on the bear's face, roaring, "I'm fucking sleepy! Is this big enough?"

"...big...big...big..." Xiong Er's facial features were distorted by his slap, and he yelled inarticulately, "It's too big, this matter is so big, help..."

The two returned to the hotel noisy all the way. When Wang Sanxiao got off the car with Xiong Er refreshed and without any sleepiness, he walked into the hotel with his legs up. He was suddenly stunned and looked intently. A figure squatted on the steps, taking selfies and playing with boredom.

Wang San was stunned for two seconds with a smile, threw Xiong Er casually, walked over to the man with big strides, quickly raised his leg, and kicked his buttocks for him to squat.

The man was caught off guard, and immediately sat down on the ground, furious, roared and raised his head, his angry eyes were filled with surprise in an instant, and shouted: "Oh my god! Smile you idiot and you're back!"

Wang Sanxiao squatted down, looked at his embarrassed little figure, and laughed: "Can you explain to Uncle why you idiot suddenly appeared in front of my hotel, Kang Tianzhen?"

Sitting on the ground, Kang Tianzhen forgot for a moment, and looked up at him like a roe deer: "I'm here to play with you."

"But uncle doesn't want to play with you very much recently," Wang Sanxiao stretched out his hands to pinch his plump cheeks, "When did you return to China? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just got off the plane today." Kang Tianzhen got up and pointed to his suitcase, "Look, the luggage tag is still there."

Wang San smiled and picked up his suitcase: "I didn't eat on the plane, okay, let's go, uncle will take you to eat."

"I want to eat roast duck."

"What kind of roast duck are you eating? You are so fat. Let me take you to eat some grass."

"Fuck you!" Kang Tianzhen roared, "Where am I getting fat!!!"

Wang Sanxiao was pulling the suitcase in front, and when he heard the words, he turned around and slapped him on the stomach: "Where is it not fat? I told you earlier that in the US imperialism, we must resist the corrosion of fried food. Look at your little belly." ...I've never seen you have abs."

"...Who said there isn't one?" Kang Tianzhen lowered his head and poked his stomach depressedly, feeling that although he was plump, he wasn't really fat. He raised his eyes, looked at Wang Sanxiao's tall and thin figure in front of him, curled his lips , muttered in a low voice, "As for the abdominal muscles, I also have one."

Wang Sanxiao's lazy voice came: "Your piece is called fat belly."

"Fat you uncle!!!" Kang Tianzhen was furious, jumped up, strangled his neck and began to attack him swiftly.

Wang Sanxiao is very skilled in martial arts, an over-the-shoulder throw knocked Kang Tianzhen dizzy, got up and said, "You lack virtue, Wang Sanxiao, I'm going to tell Eighth Grandpa that you bullied me."

"Hey, what's bullying you? I'm still ravaging you." Wang Sanxiao didn't take him seriously at all. Picking up the suitcase and continuing to move forward, he asked lightly, "When are you going back to Nanjing? What about the hotel, where are you staying?"

Kang Tianzhen followed him step by step, and said in a muffled voice, "I come to find you, do I still need to book a hotel by myself? If I don't go back to Nanjing, I'm going to the Central Conservatory of Music tomorrow."

Wang Sanxiao stopped and looked at him in surprise: "Conservatory?"

A blush rose on Kang Tianzhen's cheeks, and she said shyly, "There is a professor at the Central Conservatory of Music who is a master violin maker. I want to make a harp for the goddess."

"Look at your industrious little fellow," Wang Sanxiao disapproved. Growing up together, he knew Kang Tianzhen's every relationship like the back of his hand. Ben—no way!

His goddess drives a Land Rover, drinks Erguotou, can run like a horse with her arms, and can stand up to a person with her fists. Only when her brain is pumped can she look at such a pink and jade-like young man like Kang Tianzhen.

I took the young and old to eat roast duck, and my mouth was full of oil. After returning to the hotel, I lay down on Wang Sanxiao’s bed to raise my belly. Why is it so heavy after putting on something messy?"

"Zzzz..."

Wang San smiled and turned around, seeing that this guy had already fallen asleep biting his phone, so he reluctantly removed the phone and covered him with the quilt, thinking that he was really stupid, and stupid people are blessed with stupidity.

The next day, the two of them slept until the sun was up, got up, ate some lunch, and rushed to the Central Conservatory of Music. They asked someone to contact them and found the master piano maker. Kang Tianzhen opened his suitcase and took out a Ming Dynasty engraved tea and stone sweeping map. When the red rectangular box was opened, Wang Sanxiao was blinded immediately—I saw a box full of red sapphires, emeralds, tourmalines, agates, cat’s eyes, and pigeon eggs, full of jewels and brilliance.

Wang San smiled and asked blankly: "What are you going to do?"

"Inlaid on the harp," Kang Tianzhen clasped his hands together and said reverently, "Amitabha, only the most precious gems are worthy of my goddess."

"..." Wang San smiled coldly at him, thinking that you are not afraid of blinding the goddess' eyes.

Fortunately, the master zither maker is a real person, and he closed his box with a smile: "Too much is not enough. Although the Yanzhu harp is restored and improved by modern people on the basis of the traditional harp, it is a simple art after all. It is too gorgeous to appear It's vulgar."

Kang Tianzhen reluctantly put away the lacquer box: "But... I don't want to be too plain."

"You can refer to the mother-of-pearl and red sandalwood five-stringed pipa of the Tang Dynasty in the Shosoin Collection of Japan," the master said, "making a hundred precious inlays under the phoenix head is not only gorgeous, but also has a high-level charm. I must be your... Uh, the goddess will like it too."

Kang Tianzhen's eyes lit up: "Then I want to marry..."

"Leave everything to the professor." Wang Sanxiao feared that this guy would come up with some scary ideas, cut off his words immediately, and said with a smile to the master, "In this field, the professor is an expert. I will leave it to you. We are all very relieved.”

It was already dark after coming out of the Central Conservatory of Music, Wang Sanxiao knew that Kang Tian was really fun, and it happened that he was fine at night, so he took him to the bar for a drink.

After three glasses of rainbow wine, the old boy blinked his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and smiled drunkenly at Wang San: "Smile, the goddess doesn't like me."

"...Isn't this obvious?" Wang Sanxiao was rolling up his sleeves and playing dice with his younger sister, but he didn't even look at him when he heard the words, "Your goddess eyes don't grow on the soles of your feet, why do you like you?"

Kang Tian was really angry: "But I like her!"

Wang Sanxiao grabbed the dice clock and shook it quickly a few times, pressed it against the bar counter, and opened it gently, only to see that the three snow-white dice all had six black dots facing upwards. He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and pointed to the dice in front of him. Looking at the wine glass, the girl on the opposite side curled her lips, grabbed the wine glass and poured it in.

He turned around to look at Kang Tianzhen, and said leisurely: "If you like her, she has to like you? Why is it so easy for you to take over such a good thing?"

"I'm so good..."

"Haha, if you are so good, she has to like you?" He raised Kang's innocent chin, looked into his eyes drunkenly, and sneered, "I tell you, whether you like someone or not, is the same as whether he likes you or not." , whether you are good or not, his status, appearance, work property, character quality...it doesn't matter, I like you, I like you even if you are a beggar, I don't like you, even if you are the proud son of heaven with a net worth of over [-] million , the president of the company, if I say I don’t like it, I just don’t like it!”

Kang Tianzhen stared at him blankly, feeling that Wang Sanxiao's eyes were blurred after drinking, and his eyes were shining like stars, so he couldn't help feeling distressed, and asked with concern: "Xiaoxiao, have you been rejected by the beggar you like? "

"..." Wang Sanxiao suddenly smelled of alcohol, "I'll fuck you!"

Kang Tianzhen pursed his lips: "Say something cruel, as if you really dare to fuck."