I shook my head and said, "It seems that I have bought the house. It's been renovating. I don't know if there is a partner."

It was a bit abrupt when I visited the door this time. At the beginning, I couldn't just go straight to the point, so I could only talk to her about Fei Xiaohong without saying a word. Sister Hong's mother obviously didn't rush to ask me what I wanted. Instead, she looked straight and asked some questions that made me sweat, such as how old I am, what job I have, whether my parents have a house, whether they have a partner, etc., and she was as if she was interrogating her son-in-law.

I hurriedly said that I was married.

Sister Hong's mother was stunned and said in disappointment, and said nothing.

I felt it was almost the same, so I said, "Auntie, I'm here this time to ask you about that guqin?"

Sister Hong's mother said, "The Qin is from the Lao Tie family. We live at the east entrance of the town. We often come and go. We are all very familiar. Well, I heard Xiaohong mean, do you like that Qin? What's the use of a broken Qin? But it's okay. You want to play. I'll take you to ask later. But I heard that this Qin was passed down by their ancestors and may not be sold."

I said, "Can you please help me describe the piano again?"

Sister Hong's mother blinked her eyes and gestured with her hands: "It's probably so big, I forgot the black ones. There are a few wires on it, and I can't remember how many of them are. Anyway, Lao Tie's stupid wife has played it many times, and the sound is pretty good, but it's okay. I think the piano is quite new, unlike things that have been around for a while. I guess it was bought from the county town without any trouble, and then brags about it as something he passed down from the ancestral place, so you can read it carefully and don't be fooled."

Very new?

The sound of the piano is good?

These two news made me stunned for a moment how new it is?”

Sister Hong’s mother thought for a while, “Like the new wooden pianos on TV, it feels like she hasn’t been wiped for several years.”

I said in a daze: "So new? Can't it? Is it a zither's belly cracked?"

"It's cracked? No, I remember not even scratches, but the wood is a little black, and it should be no different from Xinqin when you wipe it."

I uh, "Then do you have any other people in your house that have similar guqins?"

Sister Hong's mother shook her head and said

My joyful mood suddenly fell to the bottom. I was dizzy. The guqin she described in her mouth was completely different from what I had seen in the pictures of my previous life. The guqin I mentioned, which was suspected to be in the Tang Dynasty, was broken, and the belly of the piano was cracked. Obviously, it would not be related to the word "new". What's more, from the Tang Dynasty to the modern era, it has spanned a thousand years of history. Even if the wood can be preserved intact and even if the craftsmanship has not been destroyed at all, it would be impossible to make the sound quality reappear as ethereal as a thousand years ago!

Like the existing Tang Dynasty guqins in China, the craftsmanship and shape are very gorgeous, but the sound quality is extremely poor. It is no exaggeration to say that even the rough seven-string guqin processed in modern small workshops is purer than the so-called thousand-year-old guqin. But now, Sister Hong’s mother said that the guqin is very good. If it were really a Tang Dynasty guqin, is this possible?

I basically don’t have any hope. I know that the guqin in the old Tie family is probably different from the one I saw. But after thinking about it for a while, I didn’t want to listen to the words of Sister Hong’s mother. After drinking the water in the cup, I suggested that I go to the old Tie family to take a look. Sister Hong’s mother nodded and said ok, but hesitated for a while, but suggested that I drive over. I thought the journey was a bit far, but after driving for more than three minutes, we went from Zhennankou to Zhendongkou. I realized that Sister Hong’s mother wanted to enjoy the bus. She had the same daughter as her mother!

The car parked in front of a row of bare trees at the east entrance. Sister Hong's mother got out of the car arrogantly and greeted everyone.

Xiao Cui, what are you busy with? Xiao Li, is the old man at home okay? Sister Wang, are you doing laundry again?"

Everyone looked at her getting out of the high-end car in surprise, and was very surprised.

Sister Hong's mother seemed to be very helpful. She smiled and took me forward, knocking on a wooden door with red paint. The one who opened the door was a **-year-old man who was about to be shocked. His trousers were dirty and all the dirt on his knees. Behind the naughty child, a middle-aged man walked out with dark skin and strong muscles. He looked like a man who often went to work.

"Come? Wait? Who is this?"

"My daughter's friend, Gu Jing" Well, this is Lao Tie, you call Uncle Tie."

"Ah, Shan Hong is talking about her partner?"

Sister Hong's mother didn't say anything, as if she was just to make him misunderstand. I smiled bitterly in my heart, but it was not easy to tear her down.

Lao Tie's wife went out to visit her. She was not at home, so we entered a room on the north side. She sat down on a cracked sand. She said a few simple words. Lao Tie's son was really able to make trouble for the child to jump up and down and kicked a cracked table tennis ball in the yard, having a lot of fun.

Sister Hong’s mother looked outside: “Your kid is really troublesome.”

"It's all his fucking thing." Old Railway said: "By the way, you guys come here."

"Oh, my friend Xiaohong heard that your family has Zhang Qin, so I want to come and have a look."

Lao Tieyi said: "Qin? What do you think of it?"

I explained: "I'm curious, I want to see what's new. I heard that this piano was passed down from your ancestors?"

Lao Tie nodded and said, "Yes, since my grandfather's generation, this piano has been put in my box. I don't know why it came. Anyway, I kept following my father's instructions and took it out and wiped it every few days."

I said, "Can I take a look?"

"No problem, you can wait." Lao Tie went out of the house. When he entered the door a few minutes later, he had an extra guqin in his hand.

The piano is made of sycamore trees as the surface, rotten wood as the base, and the whole body is purple lacquered with a round shape. The dragons are all flat and round, and the patch is a thin piece of paulownia that is connected to the center of the right side. The na Yin in the abdomen is slightly raised. The local storm is also in a round bottom groove shape, with a depth of about digging and a wide range of rice, which runs through the entire Na Yin.

The first feeling this piano gives me is that it looks like a graceful and luxurious beauty.

Beauty is not the kind of ostentatious beauty, it has a charm and connotation.

He was quite caring and gently put the piano on the small table for dinner. I calmed down and saw that as Sister Hong's mother said, not only the strings were not broken, but the belly of the piano was also good. Not to mention cracks, there were not many small traces of swords, and they were very protected. Seeing this, I shook my head secretly. It was so new. It was definitely not true. Although I didn't remember the picture of the guqin I had seen online in my previous life, and I even forgot the color, but I remembered the dilapidated look of the guqin at that time. Even if I was dazzling, I would not be able to regard a new guqin as a broken guqin?

So, I trust my judgment very much. This piano is not the one I am looking for.

But based on the principle of not missing out, I thought that even the Zhang Ming Dynasty guqin was quite valuable. So I took out the ruler and made the simplest measurement first. Don’t just measure the size. But the simpler method is, the more effective it is. This is a very powerful way to identify the authenticity of the guqin.

I learned this knowledge from Yan Wanru. I remember she told me that she had collected many fine works on piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and the last three styles of Yan Jie collected many fine works. But she only gained nothing in the past few years. Her biggest regret was that there was no guqin from the Song Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty. The guqin from the Tang Dynasty was something she had never thought about. However, although there was no physical item at home, she was very knowledgeable when talking about appraisal.

The knowledge I had done a few times that day finally came in handy today.

When I pulled the ruler, I took out a signing pen. I quickly recorded the measured data. The length of the zither is minus rice, the width of the shoulder is minus rice, the width of the tail is minus rice, the thickness of the tail is minus rice, the thickness of the bottom is minus rice. Seeing this set of data, I slightly cut it. The length of the zither is minus rice, which is minus rice, which is 2 feet, 6 inches, 5 inches, and 5 inches. It should be the length of the guqin that the guqin should have. It symbolizes 365 days a year, the width of the rear is 6 inches, and about 2 inches thick. It also meets the conditions for making the guqin.

I touched the patina on the surface of the brown piano body and it was very thick.

After watching the curve of the piano body, the quaint smell came to my face.

Is it really a guqin that has been around for a while? Is it really a thing from the Ming and Qing dynasties?

Unfortunately, I have never seen a real guqin. Even if I have some knowledge I have put together, I cannot give an appraisal. After all, the most taboo thing about collecting is to have a slight understanding. Alas, it would be great if Sister Yan was here. However, even if I call her now, she wouldn't answer it.

"How is it?" Sister Hong's mother asked.

I smiled bitterly: "It looks pretty good, but I don't understand it very much." I held the piano in my arms, flipped through it, and looked at it. Just like the above, every detail was made very hard, very neat and beautiful. But after searching for a long time, I couldn't see the word indicating the identity of the piano from below, and my whole body was bare.

Without engraving, it means that it has not been collected by famous artists, like the famous Tang Dynasty guqin.

There are many things engraved on the body, such as the four characters "Nine Sky Ring Peng" engraved on the top of the zither back of the zither, the four characters "Nine Sky Ring Peng" engraved on the bottom of the zither, the ones "Including" seal seal, the ones "Tue Cangxiao, Xiaoyao Tai Chi. Tingjian" engraved on the right of the zither, the old characters "Lingranxi Taigu, Shi Mengzhai Collection" engraved on the left and the old characters "Shi Mengzhai Seal" and the ones "Shi Mengzhai Seal" engraved on the left.

But without words, it doesn’t mean anything. If Qin Zhen exists in Lao Tie’s family for generations, it’s normal that no one writes inscriptions.

I sighed and was extremely embarrassed. Is this thing real or fake? It was not imitated by people, right? It would be okay if craftsmen from the Ming and Qing Dynasties imitated the guqin from the Tang and Song dynasties, but it would be worth a few dollars. But if it was a modern imitation guqin, then the 1,800 yuan would be over.

Well, let's try the tone.

I asked Lao Tie for a while, and saw him agreeing again. We put the piano on the table, straightened our body, and imagined Yan Wanru's technique when playing the piano. I raised my fingers and gently stroked the string closest to me, and immediately, a light sound jumped up. A faint coldness appeared in the sound of the piano. It hovered in the sky and could not dissipate for a long time.

My body shook slightly. Not to mention, I really felt like I was lying around for three days.    The tone was so good!

I plucked the second string with a little excitement. A syllable that was different from the previous one jumped out of the string, just like a slight ethereal, and likewise a bit of chill.

Three nose sounds”

The fourth tone”

The fifth tone”

I can't play the piano, I don't understand music, and I can't practice syllables into a single song, but just a few auditions, I felt the uniqueness of this guqin. The coldness in the syllables seemed to be able to hit people's hearts, and the temperature on my skin seemed to have dropped by several degrees.

Looking at my surprised expression, Lao Tie laughed and said, "It sounds nice? My wife usually likes to play when she is fine."

I said, "Your lover can play the lyre?"

"What can she do? I'll mess with you.

I said oh, hesitated and hugged Qin in my arms again, touching Qin's belly repeatedly.

At this time, a crack sound came from outside. When I looked up, I saw Lao Tie's son smashing the ping-pong ball with heavy kicks. He jumped into the house, pointed to the guqin in my hand and shouted: "Dad, I want to play too!"

Lao Tie glared at him: "Go to play in the yard, that piano is your mother's lifeblood. If you break it, see if she won't beat you to death!"

Xiaozhanger ran to me unyieldingly: "I want to play! Give it to me!"

Lao Tie hurriedly stepped forward in front of the sand and raised him.

The child looked at me unwillingly, then looked at the guqin in my hand, and left the house silently, not knowing what he had done in the yard.

Lao Tie snorted: "This dead child is so disobedient, he knows how to make trouble all day long!"

I smiled and said, "Uncle Tie, is this piano sold?"

Lao Tie was stunned: "Do you want to buy it?"

"Yes, are you going to offer a price?" Although it is impossible to determine the authenticity, if it is cheap, it doesn't matter if I bet. Even if I get a slap, I can't pay much money.

Lao Tie pondered and shook his head and said, "This is passed down from my ancestors and cannot be sold."

Sister Hong’s mother said: “No matter how good the things passed down by the ancestors are, it’s better to have some money on hand?”

Lao Tie hesitated and said, "Then I can't make the decision. When my wife comes back, you can ask her."

After discussing for a while, Lao Tie refused to let go. Helplessly, I asked her wife when she would go home. She walked out of the house with Sister Hong's mother and planned to come back later.

After getting in the car, I couldn't help but sigh secretly. Didn't it say that Chengzi Town has a thousand-year-old guqin? Why hasn't anyone seen it before? Could it be that it was taken out by the owner of the family half a year later?

Huh?

etc!

Suddenly, a bold idea came into my mind.

Maybe, I mean maybe, Lao Tie's guqin is the one I saw after middle age, but because of this period, it was broken by his naughty son, which caused the ragged picture in the future!

Thinking of this, my heart beat a few times!
Chapter completed!