Three smiles

The next morning, Wang Sanxiao vaguely heard the clear sound of water coming from the bathroom, and after a while he realized that Wei Cong was taking a bath, rolling around on the bed, wanting to stay in bed for the first time, and was in a daze , Wei Cong came out with his lower body wrapped in a towel, leaned over and kissed him on the face: "Get up? Or a good morning?"

"You're still teasing me? You're so courageous," Wang Sanxiao flicked his fingers on the flat towel, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little Congcong worked hard last night, and I'm happy enough, let's start today." Let you go."

"Thank you, Lord Long En," Wei Cong laughed.

While having breakfast, Wang Sanxiao suddenly remembered: "You didn't come here suddenly just to catch the rape?"

"Why not?" Wei Cong stirred the crispy rice in the bowl, and glanced at him with a smile, "When I heard that you brought Kang Tianzhen together, I thought it was a bad dish, and immediately let go of any company or job. After hitting a flying one, I chased it."

Wang San smiled and muttered vaguely while biting a sesame seed cake: "Pull your dick!"

Wei Cong ate a large bowl of crispy rice with a grunt, wiped the corners of his mouth contentedly, looked at Wang San with a smile, and chuckled: "I heard yesterday that the widow of an old player is going to immigrate, and there are a few good things in the family. I want to persuade her to take pictures in our company."

"Mr. Wei, please use your words properly," Wang San laughed and said, "Who is we? Is your dime auction house related to me?"

"Third Young Master really has no conscience for saying this," Wei Cong asked, scratching his fingers, "It has nothing to do with you? Come on, who is the boss of Pai Xing?"

"It's you."

"In whose name is my house?"

"In my name."

"Who owns all my money?"

"In my hand."

"Who is my heart on?"

"Who the hell knows that?"

Wei Cong laughed out loud, pointed at Wang Sanxiao's nose, and cursed, "Where's conscience?"

Wang San smiled: "Wang."

"..." Wei Cong is completely at a loss. When you meet such an unreasonable and shameless person, what else can you say besides spitting blood silently?Wei Cong curled up on the chair in the shape of Xizi holding a heart, and kept looking at him with resentful eyes.

Wang San smiled and turned a blind eye. After Shi Shiran finished eating a sesame seed cake, he reached for the bun again, picked out the biggest one, took a bite, and the delicious gravy flowed out. He stuck out his tongue and licked the gravy, feeling fresh but not greasy , mouth full of fragrance, immediately moved his index finger, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

Wei Cong found that he was worse than a bun!

"Cough, cough," he cleared his throat, patted the table lightly, and said solemnly, "You can't ignore me like this, Wang Sanxiao, although that steamed stuffed bun can bring you great enjoyment, but this Enjoyment is temporary, but the enjoyment I give you is for a lifetime, you know?"

Wang San smiled and raised his head from the steamed stuffed bun: "I didn't want to hit you, Wei Laoqi, your self-positioning is not very accurate, even if you want to compare, your competition should be massage sticks, vibrating eggs, etc. What's more powerful than a steamed stuffed bun?"

Wei Cong was startled.

"Besides," Wang San smiled after eating a big bun, licked the corner of his mouth, and made up his knife, "Goubuli is a national intangible cultural heritage, what are you?"

Wei Cong was in a bad mood.

Wang Sanxiao finished the soy milk, pushed the empty bowl on the table, and stood up: "Don't just sit there in a daze to be annoying, clean up and go visit that old lady, I went there yesterday, there are indeed a lot of antiques in the house .”

The two dressed neatly and went to look for Kang Tianzhen next door. Song Wenyuan opened the door in his pajamas, and smiled apologetically, "We still have something to do today, so we won't go, you two go first."

"Oh," Wang Sanxiao peeked in, and found that the curtains had been pulled open. Obviously, Kang Tianzhen had woken up. He glanced narrowly at Xia Sanlu, clicked his tongue, but nodded without saying anything. "Okay then, you two rest."

It wasn't until he walked out of the hotel that he said with pity on his face: "Poor Fat Zhen, he must have been fucked last night and couldn't even get out of bed, Song Wenyuan, bastard, tsk tsk."

Wei Cong looked at him silently.

Wang San smiled squintingly: "What do you see me doing?"

"No, nothing."

Wang Sanxiao sneered twice, how could he not know what Wei Cong was thinking, it was nothing more than "Why are you laughing at others after being fucked too", so he raised his chin coldly and hummed "I'm not the same as that pig!"

Wei Cong burst out laughing, thinking: Hey, you are still proud of yourself!

The two went to the antique market first. Wang Sanxiao bought a seven-eyed pigeon whistle. Wei Cong took it and played with it for a while: "It looks very heavy, but I didn't expect it to be so light?"

"It's too heavy to carry a pigeon," Wang San smiled and gestured on the pigeon whistle. "It's made of a gourd. The inner wall is thinned, leaving only the magnetic skin, and the outside is painted with tung oil, so it looks thick, but in reality But it’s very light, you’re from Beijing, don’t you understand this?”

"How can I have time to play with pigeons?"

"That's right," Wang San smiled and nodded, "You rich people are all little stars."

"..." Wei Cong choked suddenly, and changed the subject abruptly, "What are you buying a pigeon whistle for?"

"You'll find out later."

The old lady they were going to visit lived in an old residential building near Shenyang Road. When they knocked on the door and walked in, there was a faint fragrance coming from the room, and Wei Cong couldn't help being awed—this old lady is not a laity.

When he saw the real person, Wei Cong was even more sure of this guess. He saw the old man with silver hair staggering along, but with a calm expression on his withered wrist. He was looking at Wang San with a string of [-] sons carved from agarwood wood with a smile on his face. Laughing: "Xiao Wang, are you here again?"

"Old lady, I brought a friend to disturb you again." Wang Sanxiao smiled affectionately, pointing to Wei Cong and said, "This is Mr. Wei from Nanjing Tanye Auction Company. I want to collect some auction items from you."

Wei Cong hastily stretched out his hand, held the old man's hands, and said with a smile, "Old lady, hello, just call me Xiao Wei."

"Nanjing..." The old man smiled and nodded, "That's far away."

"Now there are planes and high-speed trains, it will arrive in a few hours," Wang Sanxiao sent the box in his hand, "This is a little bit of Mr. Wei's kindness."

The old lady sat at the table, opened the box, and found that it was a simple and simple pigeon whistle, her eyes lighted up indifferently, and she muttered "Come here, what gift are you giving?", and took the pigeon whistle away. Get up, look left and right for a moment, then pat Wei Cong's hand happily: "This is Xiangzi whistle. It was custom-made back then, and it cost dozens of oceans. It cost you a lot."

Wei Cong kept saying that he would not spend money, and looked at Wang Sanxiao in a blink of an eye, full of unspeakable admiration.

Wang Sanxiao pretended not to understand, and asked: "Is this pigeon whistle quite elegant?"

"Isn't it?" the old lady turned the pigeon whistle over and pointed to the pattern at the bottom. "This hollowed out red background, plus this auspicious character, is the mark of Zhou Chunquan in Beijing back then. It's a good thing." The old lady explained , raised his eyes to Wei Cong, and felt that the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He smiled and said, "You chose this whistle? He is really a caring person, and he has good eyesight." He opened a book on the table, "Can you tell me about it? Is it the doorway in this book?"

Wang Sanxiao looked over indifferently, and saw Wei Cong walking calmly beside the old lady with a smile on his face. He lowered his head and glanced at the book, the smile deepened in the corners of his eyes, and he immediately felt relieved.

Wei Cong said with a smile: "The old lady has dabbled in Zhenguang. This is the Tibetan letter of Zhao Fengchang, the aide of Zhang Zhidong, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi in the late Qing Dynasty.

"It's amazing! It's amazing!" The old lady repeatedly praised, "This time I'm here to be an expert."

Wei Cong and Wang Sanxiao looked at each other, and they both laughed. The old lady was obviously testing Wei Cong's eyesight. After all, she had spent her whole life playing with collections, and they couldn't just be taken away by just a contract. She wants to try this level of shooting.

Deciding that Wei Cong was a discerning person, the old lady felt relieved and took the two of them into her study room. She saw two paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, and an unfinished "Heart Sutra" on the desk. The Xuande furnace exudes bursts of fragrance...

The old lady took out a booklet: "I have been playing with antiques for half my life, and they are all here."

Wang Sanxiao opened the booklet, only to see a book full of elegant small script, which recorded the origin of each antique in detail, beside a few pieces of Ming-style furniture, there were also detailed paintings of furniture carvings and mortise and tenon joints, even without these antiques, Looking at this booklet alone, it is also a rare high-quality collection.

Wei Cong bowed respectfully to the old lady: "It's a great honor for me to be favored by your old man. I want to hold a special auction for you. What do you think?"

The old lady waved her hand: "Leave it all to you, I'm getting old and don't have the energy."

Wei Cong's efficiency was astonishing. The next day, he sent someone to sign a contract with the old lady to transport the antiques to Nanjing. The special auction was a huge success and received a lot of praise from the industry. It seems to have become a nationally renowned auction house.

Of course, Wang Sanxiao contributed a lot to achieving such a result.

On the night when the auction ended successfully, Wei Cong drank a bottle of strong wine, went into battle with a gun, and rewarded him so well that Wang Sanxiao couldn't get out of bed for three days in a row.

Kang Tianzhen came to him for shopping again early in the morning, squatting on the bedside, touching Wang Sanxiao's face: "Are you okay?"

Wang San smiled and got angry when he saw his little figure that moved freely, lying on the pillow and puffing, he asked angrily: "What are you doing here?"

"I came to look for you to go shopping," Kang Tianzhen slapped his buttocks with a laugh, "but you can't seem to go shopping anymore, hahahaha..."

Arrogant laughter came into the kitchen, Wei Cong was frying eggs, he took a deep breath, threw the frying pan, and ran to the bedroom, only to see Wang Sanxiao crawling up, clasping Kang Tianzhen's neck for a meal He pinched Kang Tianzhen so hard that he screamed again and again.

What a tragedy.

Kang Tianzhen howled and struggled crazily, staggered and overturned the bedside table, the desk lamp and photo frame fell to the ground with a clatter, the bottom drawer was knocked open, an oily yellow paperweight and a string of bright red beads gurgled Get out.

Wang San smiled and looked at the ground, then turned to look at Wei Cong, startled for a moment.

Wei Cong sneered: "Okay, what's the trouble, it looks like the furniture has been broken." He walked over and quickly scrambled the things on the floor into the drawer, and stuffed them back into the bedside table.

"Huh," Kang Tianzhen didn't notice the difference between the two, reached out and pulled out the drawer he had stuffed back, grabbed the string of bright red beads, "Isn't this my coral rosary chain? Sell ​​it for me?"

"It's not your string," Wang Sanxiao denied, "Your string sold for 3 yuan, please take care of yourself, have you forgotten?"

"Damn it, don't slander me, okay?" Kang Tianzhen yelled, "You're the only one who takes care of yourself! This is clearly my string, and you still lie to me... you think I'm an idiot?"

Wang San smiled and said, "Who says it's not?"

"roll roll roll!"

Sending Kang Tianzhen away, Wei Cong walked back to the bed and saw Wang Sanxiao lying on the bed with coral rosary beads wrapped around his wrist, playing with the gold silk jade paperweight with both hands. Hearing footsteps, he didn't look back. Cursed: "You bastard!"

Wei Cong smiled wryly: "...Why did you just scold me when you came up?"

"Then tell me, where did you get this?"

Wei Cong sighed, and confessed in a low voice: "At that time, I thought you had feelings for Kang Tian, ​​and I was jealous. I was narrow-minded, and I happened to be in Karamay, and I took advantage of the chaos to get you off..."

"Who asked you about this string of corals? I felt it when you rolled it down in a mess that day. It just didn't expose you." Wang San smiled and turned around, shaking the golden silk jade paperweight in one hand, "I That's what you're asking."

"That..." Wei Cong's heart darkened, obviously remembering the circumstances under which he got the paperweight.

Wang San smiled lazily and said: "I remember I threw this thing in the hotel when I left Beijing. How did it get into your hands?"

Wei Cong raised his legs to get on the bed, hugged his slender waist, rubbed his forehead against his forehead, and didn't speak, because the facts of that part of the past were too dark for him to speak.

Wang San smiled and hummed: "I'll know if you don't tell me."

"Well," Wei Cong murmured, "San Xiao, I really... love you very much."

The ignorant confession made the corners of Wang Sanxiao's lips twitch, and he smiled softly. He naturally knew that Wei Cong loved him. This paperweight was thrown in the hotel after breaking up with Wei Cong that day. It stands to reason that the hotel was cleaning the room. Should have noticed, unless, the room wasn't cleaned at all.

"You renewed my room?" Wang Sanxiao asked softly, "Did you see this paperweight on the bed?"

Wei Cong kissed him, and smiled bitterly: "I gave you such a thing in my life, and it was thrown away..."

"Who told you to mess with me?"

Wei Cong pulled Wang Sanxiao's hand away, and put the paperweight in his palm with great care: "I specially asked someone to carve this. The phoenix is ​​flying, and this is a good relationship. It means the husband and wife are reconciled and happy. Sanxiao, promise me , don’t throw it away, okay?”

Wang Sanxiao clenched the paperweight tightly, felt the fine carvings on it with the palm of his hand, and hummed with a smile: "That's not necessarily true, it depends on your performance."

"I won't give you another chance to throw it away," Wei Cong murmured, kissing his lips.