Three smiles

On the way to the airport, Wang Sanxiao leaned back on the backrest and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the high-rise buildings flashing by outside the window, forcing those messy memories out of his mind bit by bit.

Then he turned his head and saw the fat father staring at him with a pair of small eyes, and paused for a moment: "I know that a handsome young man like myself is very handsome, but old man, you are my father, please control your facial expressions, Creepy."

Wang Baxian sucked his teeth: "Why do you have a toothache listening to you bastard?" He looked his stupid son up and down, "Son, is there something wrong between you and that Wei Cong?"

Wang Sanxiao's heart twitched violently, but his face remained motionless, he glanced at him lightly, and asked, "It's nothing, why are you asking like this?"

"Looking at the cowardly way you two greeted just now, I'm about to suffer from embarrassment, didn't you have a breakdown or something?"

Wang Sanxiao proudly held up his handsome head, and said loudly: "With my mind and state, would I have a falling out with President Wei? I can't be enemies with anyone, right?"

"As expected of the king's son," Wang Baxian gave a thumbs up vigorously, full of praise, "Look at this city mansion, it is indeed worthy of being a master who can insert chrysanthemums into the incense burner."

Wang San smiled angrily: "You are enough!"

"Hahaha..." After bullying his son, Wang Baxian laughed heartily and refreshedly: "It's fine if he doesn't have a collapse, his father is a fool in the antique shop, and a fool only collapses."

The car parked at the Capital Airport, Wang Baxian put on his sunglasses, turned around and pressed Wang Sanxiao's shoulder: "Okay, don't send it off, it's very cold outside, I originally made an appointment to accompany Professor Zhang to see the goods tomorrow, so now you Go for me."

"What?"

"A picture scroll, the detailed information will be sent back to your mobile phone, and you can read it yourself."

"Okay," Wang San smiled and nodded, watching his fat father shake off his windbreaker and walk into the hall swaggeringly, he couldn't help but chuckled, thinking that it was a fool who broke up with Wei Cong, and he was all torn apart, he could be called a fool The big fool in.

The driver waited for him to pack up his depressed boyish heart before asking softly, "Third Young Master, are you going back to the city?"

Wang San glanced at the majestic Capital Airport with a smile, and looked away: "Go straight back to the hotel."

It has just snowed in Beijing, and the roadsides outside the city are covered with mottled snow. Wang Sanxiao stared blankly at the icicles on the branches all the way, full of the way Wei Cong nodded slightly just now.

——Time flies like quicksand at the fingertips. Many years have passed in a flash. His appearance has not changed, but his aura is completely different from before.

Wang San smiled and lowered his head, looking at the messy curves in his palm, he thought that he had already been reborn, he was no longer the naive young boy, why should he ask others not to change?

The sad mood only lasted all the way, when he got off the car and walked into the hotel, he was already full of spring breeze and bright eyes, like a romantic man who loves to laugh.

The elevator slowly ascended. He turned around and looked at the man with slender waist and long legs in the mirror. He felt that he was really in the shape of a tree and a dragon and a dragon. Although he had been lonely for so many years, he was still a flower but not gorgeous The flower of Gaoling that is neither evil nor evil.

Gaoling Zhihua is not only beautiful, but also a good comrade who is diligent in learning and thinking. Wang Sanxiao read half of "Friends" in bed before going to bed, and then had a dream of being upside down all night.

At four o'clock in the morning, he woke up in a state of shock. His whole body was hot and his heart was beating like a drum. He hugged the quilt and sat there for a while. He felt that the air in Beijing was too dry and the heating in the hotel was too warm. In his rare boy's dream.

It was a messy room, the floor was full of broken glass shards, Wei Cong stood at the door in embarrassment, holding a bowl of instant noodles, um, delicious seafood tonkotsu noodles, thick and delicious soup, with freeze-dried shrimp And egg yolks...what the hell!

Wang San shook his head with a smile, feeling that this dream really didn't know whether it was evocative or terrifying, anyway, when he woke up in the early morning, his underwear was wet.

Getting up and changing into clean underwear, Wang Sanxiao simply stopped sleeping, took out the materials sent by Wang Baxian and studied them carefully, and by dawn, he had firmly recorded all the records about the "Song Li Gonglin and Hua Yan's Disguised Picture Volume" in the heart.

When they arrived at the appointed place, Wang Sanxiao came late, and Professor Zhang, who had been waiting there, greeted him with a smile, and stretched out his hand from a distance.

He is an old pedant in his sixties, but he is very respectful to Wang Sanxiao, this is all for the face of his father Wang Baxian, the three generations of antique dealers in the Wang family, both killing the seller and the buyer, doing a two-sided business.

Wang San smiled politely and held his hand, smiling sincerely and modestly: "The traffic jam on the road made Professor Zhang wait for a long time."

"It's me who came early," Professor Zhang turned sideways, letting out the person behind him, "This is Mr. Wei from Hengyun..."

"..." Wang San's flowery smile froze on his face.

Wei Cong was dressed in a neat suit, and stretched out his hand: "I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

"Yes," Wang San smiled and shook hands with him blankly, thinking how could he have imagined it, he would never have imagined that the man who just fell into his sweet dream last night would appear here.

Professor Zhang was unaware of the awkward atmosphere between the two, and said cheerfully, "Then, shall we go?"

"Well," Wang San nodded with a smile. As soon as he turned his eyes between the two people on the opposite side, he knew that Professor Zhang was probably just an expert who was invited to take care of his eyes, and the real buyer should be Wei Cong's family. father.

The three of them arrived at the seller's house and unfolded the long picture scroll on the book case. The "Hua Yan Disguised Picture Scroll" by Song Dynasty painter Li Gonglin appeared in front of everyone.

Wang Sanxiao was playing with a small magnifying glass in his hand, and said calmly: "What do you think of Professor Zhang?"

Professor Zhang carefully appraised it inch by inch, his eyes lingering on the ancient paintings, and sighed: "Li Gonglin's painting skills are superb, and he is the best of all the masters. He is honored as the master of the hundred generations and the No. Long Mian has thousands of horses in his chest, not only painting flesh but also painting bones..."

Wang Sanxiao gritted his teeth when he heard him drop his book bag, he casually looked away, and suddenly froze when he moved, only to see Wei Cong casually sitting on an official hat chair next to him, with a calm expression, looking at himself.

The eyes of the two separated immediately. Wang San smiled against the feeling of being on his back, turned his head to look back at Professor Zhang, and cleared his throat: "Li Gonglin's paintings are naturally the best."

The two sides negotiated the price, and after the transaction was completed, Professor Zhang held Wang Sanxiao's hand and thanked him non-stop: "This time, thanks to Yachisui's suggestion, please convey my gratitude to your father. I don't know if San Shao is free tonight. As the host, invite San Shao to have a light meal."

Wang San smiled with a gentle smile on his face: "It's really unfortunate that I have let down Professor Zhang's kindness."

"Oh... well then," Professor Zhang said regretfully, "I hope that in the future, San Shao will have a suitable deal, and he will think of me more as an old man."

"That's natural."

With a word of mouth, 800 million commissions were received, Wang Sanxiao put the check in his hand, and went back to the hotel to catch up on sleep. Since he was adopted by Wang Baxian at the age of 12, countless antiques have flowed through his hands, and zero in his account He has never counted it clearly. Although a few million is a huge sum of money, to him, it is just a number.

After sleeping till dusk, Wang Sanxiao didn't get up immediately, leaning on the pillow and smoked a cigarette slowly, he is not a person like Baqian who never leaves his cigarette, he only smokes one when his thoughts are confused, to calm down Quiet your mind.

Breathing out a smoke ring, he stared straight at the chandelier on the ceiling, and couldn't help feeling in his heart: Could it be that his luck has gone down recently?I didn't sleep well all night, and I didn't even feel energetic all day long, and even after I managed to catch up on sleep, my mind was full of messy past events. I am a handsome young man, how can I miss the past like an old man?

Just thinking about it, the phone rang suddenly, Wang Sanxiao took out the phone from under the pillow, looked at the strange number in bewilderment, thinking about Beijing?Who?Connected: "Hello?"

"Three smiles..." Wei Cong's deep and soft voice came.

"!!!" Wang San laughed aloud, almost threw the phone out, and cleared his throat, "Cough... that... Boss Wei is calling so late, do you have anything to advise?"

Wei Cong said politely: "My father has some different opinions about the "Song Li Gonglin and Hua Yan's Disguised Figure Scroll". I would like to invite you to come over to talk about it tomorrow. I wonder if you are free?"

Wang Sanxiao's expression became serious, and he couldn't help sitting up straight: "Old Wei thinks the painting isn't real?"

"I just have some questions," Wei Cong said, "Professor Zhang will come over tomorrow, if you feel inappropriate, it's okay not to come, I will deal with it..."

"It's not inappropriate," Wang Sanxiao interrupted him, opened the schedule to take a look, and flatly erased the work schedule for the next day, and said calmly, "I'm free tomorrow, what time?"

Wei Cong chuckled, "Alright then, I'll send a car to pick you up at the hotel at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Wang San smiled and hung up the phone, thinking that he would send a car to pick it up, was he afraid that I would run away?Tsk, you were the one who was sorry for me back then, and it wasn't me who failed you with all your sincerity. You, President Wei, were full of lies. I was so infatuated that I thought I dug it up and fed it to the dog. What am I hiding from!

The third young master Wang tossed and turned all night, read the whole "Friends (Combined Issue)" to do a good job of psychological construction, and felt that the song was sung really well: lovers will inevitably become friends in the end, although Wei Cong has sinned so much that he is not qualified to be the third young master Wang However, since his Wei family has a great career, there is no guarantee that there will be no chance of cooperation in the future, and he can reluctantly pretend to be difficult.

When he arrived at the Wei family's old house, he realized that he was wrong. The whole night of psychological construction was a fucking dog--Wei Cong was not at home at all.

In fact, thinking about it, it’s Mr. Wei who loves antiques, not Wei Cong. It’s Mr. Wei, not Wei Cong, who lives in the old house of the Wei family. It’s Mr. Wei, not Wei Cong, who invites him to the house. Why do you just acquiesce? People have to wait for you at home?

Isn't it just an old lover? You have had a love affair once in your life, and it is very precious and will never be forgotten for a long time. Do you know how many confidante, confidantes and blue lovers President Wei has?

It's really unreasonable to be sentimental!