The best playboy

Chapter 215 Chapter [-] A Refined Person
"This old man still has work to do, so let my granddaughter accompany Ding Shao to take a stroll around Yanjing, as a landlord." After leaving the secret warehouse, Mu Wuhui said.

Ding Fan nodded. "Thank you, Old Mu."

Muzi said happily. "Brother Fan, I know there are many interesting places in Yanjing, I'll take you and Sister Meili to play together..."

Seeing Muzi's excited and playful face, Ding Fan smiled.I was in a good mood after getting the psychic stone and iron essence.So Ding Fan didn't refuse at the moment.

As soon as the matter of the secret warehouse was over, Mu Wuhui didn't stay here any longer, took Xiao Wu, Xue Gang and the others left directly.At this time, Meili didn't follow Ding Fan and the others to play.

Meili acted calmly. Although she didn't say anything, Ding Fan felt at ease with her.So naturally I didn't ask too much.

When Ding Fan came to Yanjing, the place he most wanted to visit was naturally the Antique City, and the most famous antique city in Yanjing was naturally Liulichang.

After all, Yanjing is the imperial capital of China, the city with the most prosperous economy and culture. Ding Fan wants to try his luck, to see if he can try his luck in the antique market here and find one or two magical artifacts.Even Reiki.

Muzi is very familiar with the grounds of Yanjing, so she drove Ding Fan to Liulichang directly.

Liulichang Street is located outside the Peace Gate of Yanjing. It is a famous cultural street in Yanjing. It originated in the Qing Dynasty. At that time, most of the candidates who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination lived in this area, so books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were sold here. There are many shops in the city, forming a strong cultural atmosphere.

As soon as Ding Fan got out of the car, he felt the precipitation of a cultural atmosphere here.The shops on both sides of the street are antique. According to Mu Zi, there are many shops here that have been inherited for a hundred years.

At this time, Mu Zi acted as a free commentator.Along the way, the history of Liulichang and some legends about Liulichang are explained.

As Ding Fan and Mu Zi walked away, two well-dressed, dandy-looking people appeared behind them.

"Dongzi, that woman should be Mr. Mu's granddaughter Muzi, right?"

The one who spoke was a young man of medium build between the two.

The one called Dongzi was a young man about the same age as the man who spoke before.

"It's Mu Zi. Fuck, Lao Xi, who is that guy next to her?"

The man of medium build called Lao Xi shook his head. "I haven't seen it before."

"Our boss, Wang Zeting, has been chasing Muzi. Where did this idiot come from? He dared to shoot a woman with Brother Ting." Dongzi spat hard after finishing speaking.

"Is there something wrong with Muzi's eyes? Brother Ting's family background is amazing, rich and handsome. She is not with Brother Ting, but with a bumpkin." Lao Xi shook his head and said.

At this moment, Dongzi on the side seemed to suddenly remember something. "Old Xi, this idiot dared to rob women with Brother Ting. If we teach that idiot a lesson today, Brother Ting will definitely reward us."

When Lao Xi heard this, his eyes lit up. "That's right, let's help Brother Ting get so angry, Brother Ting, why don't you charter a yacht and get some celebrities to make us feel good..."

The corner of Dongzi's mouth raised. "Brother Ting is generous, that's for sure."

Lao Xi glanced at Ding Fan in front of him.Then he snapped his fingers. "Fuck him!"

"However, Lao Xi, no matter what, we can't offend Muzi. Let's find an opportunity and wait for Muzi to be away..."

After listening to Dongzi's words, Lao Xi nodded in agreement. Muzi's skills are well known in the aristocratic circle. Who would dare to provoke such a violent girl easily.

After discussing with each other, the two fell into the surrounding crowd.

……

The two people behind were whispering, how could Ding Fan not notice it.

Ding Fan remained calm, if the other party came to provoke him out of nowhere, he would not mind telling them how to behave.

It's just that the influence of the Wang family is great in Yanjing's view.

"What's the matter, Brother Fan?" Mu Zi asked at the side seeing Ding Fan's strange expression.

Ding Fan smiled lightly. "Nothing. This shop sells calligraphy and paintings, let's go in and have a look."

Muzi nodded, and immediately walked into an antique shop in a nearby street with Ding Fan.

The storefront of this antique shop is quite large, and in a house of [-] square meters, the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings.

It can be said that every monk has studied calligraphy and painting. Ding Fan scanned the room, but there are very few authentic calligraphy and paintings in the room.

Although some things can imitate its shape, they can understand its spirit.So how could those imitated calligraphy and paintings escape Ding Fan's eyes.

But in the end Ding Fan's eyes were fixed on a pair of calligraphy and painting in the corner.

"The author of this calligraphy is not well-known, so it should not be worth much." Mu Zi who was at the side said seeing Ding Fan staring at the calligraphy and painting in a daze.

Mu Wuhui usually likes to play with these antique calligraphy and paintings, so since he was very young, Mu Zi has some experience with these antique calligraphy and paintings.

Ding Fan ignored Mu Zi's words.He still just looked at the calligraphy and painting.

This adverb has only two words.

Static.

A true calligrapher can see a person's heart with words.

The calligraphy and painting in front of me, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the writing is clean and decisive.In addition, the writing style is not bad, and it has the artistic conception of seeing through the world and being alone.

Although Ding Fan didn't see the person who made this word, Ding Fan could see it.People who can write such words are definitely not ordinary people.His state of mind cultivation is really not low.If it weren't for the lack of aura on the earth, Ding Fan would think that the person who wrote this word should be a monk.

Muzi saw that Ding Fan still had no intention of leaving.Seeing the word in a daze, she didn't make any sound at the side, but just watched quietly.

"Friend, what do you think of this word?"

Just when Ding Fan was looking at the word in a daze, a delicate and refined man came over.

This man is not much older than Ding Fan, but his eyebrows are refined and arrogant.A pair of eyes are even more clear and clean.He stood by Ding Fan's side with his hands behind his back, just his bearing made the ruthless man feel ashamed.

"Stay to keep one's health, move to hear the world, the brush is vigorous, and the pen is thoughtful. In my opinion, there is no other calligraphy and painting in this room." Ding Fan gave a very pertinent answer.

The man's eyes lit up. "The calligraphy and painting are not made by famous masters, and among the calligraphy and painting in the house, although there are genuine and fake ones mixed in, there are also master calligraphy and paintings. Is this friend's evaluation too high?"

Ding Fan smiled lightly. "The intention is natural, and the brushstrokes are from the heart. Just from this point of view, none of the strokes in the room can match this calligraphy and painting."

After listening to Ding Fan's words, the man was in high spirits. "Friends praise it, why did you just become a Changsong guest!" the man clasped his fists and said to Ding Fan after finishing speaking.

Seeing the man like this, Ding Fan felt sorry for each other.

When this man came over just now, he was free and easy.From this point, he had already guessed that this person was the author of this calligraphy and painting.

Ding Fan also clasped his fists at the man. "It's a great honor to meet Mr., what a blessing."

Muzi on the side looked at the man on the side. "Changsongke, your name is really strange, there is someone with the surname Chang."

The man was actually amused by Muzi elf's weird energy. "My name is Cheng Bufan, my name is Wenyuan, and my name is Changsong Jushi, so I call myself Changsongke."

After listening to the man's words, Mu Zi blinked his eyes. Obviously, what Cheng Bufan said made him confused for a while.It's all a mess.

"A person can have so many names."

After the man smiled, he ignored the eccentric Muzi and asked Ding Fan who was beside him. "My friend, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Ding Fan."

Cheng Bufan smiled instead. "You and I both have the word "Fan" in our names. It is a predestined relationship. I am the owner of Changsongju. I have good tea here. I wonder if my friend would like to drink tea here?"

"Then, I'll stop bothering you." Ding Fan had a good impression of Cheng Bufan, and said immediately.

"Please..." Cheng Bufan made a gesture of invitation.

At that moment, Ding Fan was invited to a private room on the second floor, facing the street, with a gentle breeze, which was very pleasant.

Cheng Bufan invited Ding Fan to sit down, and at this time someone was already boiling water for tea, and not long after, a set of tea sets and boiled water were brought over.

"I am fortunate to meet friends today, like meeting a bosom friend, but today is too hasty, so I can only entertain friends with oolong tea."

After Cheng Bufan finished speaking, he poured tea into the tea strainer in the teacup, then put the prepared tea leaves in it, poured boiling water into it, and after shaking it slightly, Cheng Bufan lifted the tea strainer and put it in the tea bowl aside.

Then Cheng Bufan picked up the tea cup with bamboo tweezers, and slowly filled the tea cups of Ding Fan and Mu Zi.

When the tea was poured out, the fragrance of the tea overflowed all over the place. Just by smelling the fragrance of the tea, one knew that it was definitely the best tea.

"It smells so good..." Mu Zi hurriedly picked up the teacup and looked intoxicated.

But when Muzi was still smelling the aroma of tea, a red shadow shot out from her hair.

When a few people saw it clearly, Zaizai was already squatting on Muzi's hand. It looked at the tea fragrance in the cup with a pitiful face, scratched its ears and cheeks, and was full of naivety for a while.

Zaizai already liked the scent of tea, and he was close to Muzi, so he came out when he smelled the scent of tea, as if begging for it.

Cheng Bufan's eyes lit up when he saw Zaizai, but soon his expression returned to normal, as if he treated Zaizai like an ordinary pet.

Ding Fan was even more interested in this Cheng Bufan.

Anyone who sees a monkey with a big thumb will find it strange, but this Cheng Bufan looks indifferent.

Ding Fan looked at Zizai beside him, but at this time Mu Zi was already holding a teacup and began to take care of him and drink tea...

(End of this chapter)