When Li Chu walked out of the bedroom again, he put on a gray tunic suit. This suit was new. It had just been made last month and had never been worn before.

"That's pretty much it." Li Qin nodded with satisfaction this time.

"Sister, Qiu Nan took it out before. I didn't pay attention to it. There are three new ones hanging in the cabinet, as well as shirts."

"I just said that I always see Qiunan making clothes for you, why are you still wearing such old clothes? Be careful in the future and don't gossip about Qiunan."

"I know, sister."

"Okay, if you want to go, go quickly. Where are the two paintings and calligraphy you brought back?"

"Just in the study."

…

Half an hour later, Li Chu rode his bicycle to the road where Xu Damao's old hotel was.

I haven't ridden a bicycle for a long time. When I tried it in the yard just now, Wang Yueyue, who ran out after hearing the sound, had such fun that she couldn't stand upright with laughter.

He pushed his bicycle and walked slowly east along the road, and soon he saw the shop his sister told him about.

There was no door hanging on the door, just a piece of paper with four big characters written on it and affixed to the glass.

He propped up the car, took the two calligraphy and paintings in boxes from the back seat and walked in.

"Comrade, do you want to show off your calligraphy and painting?"

As soon as I entered the door, a voice asked.

Li Chu followed the voice and looked over. There was an old man in his sixties sitting inside the glass counter, holding a smoking pot in his hand.

"Hello, may I ask if your surname is Chen?"

"Yes, it's me, you are..." The old man at the counter put down the cigarette pot in his hand and stood up.

"Oh, Wang Ziwen is my brother-in-law. I came here today to find out if you can restore calligraphy and paintings here?"

"Repair calligraphy and painting?"

The old man surnamed Chen was a little hesitant when he heard this. He thought for a while and then asked: "Can you let me see the things first? I don't dare to say anything without seeing the specific damage."

"I brought the calligraphy and painting." Li Chu put the two boxes under the creaking nest on the counter.

"What I find strange is that although the place where the calligraphy and painting is stored is relatively damp, it feels to me like it was taken out of the water and dried. It starts to fall off as soon as it is moved."

Old Chen was just about to open the box and take a look. After hearing Li Chu's words, he paused for a moment, then more carefully took off the elastic band wrapped around the box, and gently opened the box.

The calligraphy and painting paper placed in the box is yellowed and has some cracks at the corners.

Old Chen glanced at Li Chu suspiciously: "Comrade, where did you find this thing? It can't be..." At this point, he stretched out a finger and pointed downward.

His action made Li Chu stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and looked down at his feet. It took him a while to realize what he meant.

Emotional people regard him as a local master.

"Master Chen, you misunderstood. This was collected by a friend twenty years ago. He is no longer there. We forgot that we still had these things before because the street office wanted to repossess the house. We only discovered these things when we went to sort out the things.

"

Old Chen was still a little skeptical about Li Chu's words. If he hadn't called Wang Ziwen brother-in-law when he first entered the house, he would have been kicked out by now.

"Didn't Lao Wang go to the theater in the past two days?"

"Ah? My brother-in-law never listens to opera."

After he finished speaking, Li Chu realized that they were testing him, or that he didn't quite believe what he said.

"Little brother, I'm sorry, I have to be careful. If this thing really came out from below, it would be a crime."

"It's okay, it's okay." Li Chu waved his hand, wondering what he could say.

"It really doesn't look like your thing was caused by flooding."

Old Man Chen explained, and then he opened another box and took a look. It was in exactly the same condition as the previous one.

"I'm sorry, I can't repair this. If you open it rashly like this, the painting will probably be completely destroyed."

"Master Chen, what do you think caused this? When I first saw it, I also suspected that it was not caused by flooding."

"It's hard to say. There may be too many circumstances. As I said just now, it is very likely that it came from below, or it may have been exposed to water and not handled properly."

Old man Chen covered the two boxes again, tied them with elastic bands, and pushed them towards Li Chu.

"If I really want to say who can possibly repair it, Mr. Ma from the museum is one of them, but I would like to ask Mr. Ma to take action..." Old Man Chen shook his head.

"As for whether anyone in Forty-Nine City can repair it, I can't think of it for a while."

Li Chu looked at the two boxes on the counter with some regret: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Thank you, Master Chen, for your advice."

"I didn't help you in any way, so I can't thank you."

Seeing that the old man was still wary of him, Li Chu didn't stay any longer, picked up the two boxes and left.

After old man Chen stood at the counter and watched him leave on his bicycle, he quickly walked out and went straight to a nearby canteen. He said hello to the boss, picked up the phone on the counter and dialed.

He was still a little worried and called just to confirm.

He knew that Wang Ziwen had a brother-in-law, but he had never met him. He only heard that he was in the army, but at the age he knew the two of them, they were not suitable.

As far as he knew, Wang Ziwen's brother-in-law was in his fifties, but this young man just now looked like he was only in his thirties.

No one answered the phone. Old man Chen hung up the phone in disappointment. He looked up at the clock on the wall of the canteen and realized that there was no way that guy was at home at this time. If he thought correctly, he must be over there at Shichahai.

Woolen cloth.

Thinking of this, he walked back to his shop, pushed out a 28-year-old bicycle, turned around, locked the door, and rode towards Shichahai.

When he arrived at the teahouse, it was bustling inside. It was getting cold, and these old men were worried about having no place to play chess.

You can't go up to the second floor. There are four stalls playing chess in the lobby on the first floor, and there are even more people watching.

"Lao Wang, Lao Wang, come out and let me ask you something."

"Old Chen, what's wrong?"

"Come on, let's talk at the door." Old Chen dragged Wang Ziwen from a chess stall and led him to the door.

"Why is it so mysterious? I was playing chess and I almost won."

"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, I remember you said you have a brother-in-law, right?"

"Yes, this teahouse belongs to my wife's brother. What's wrong?"

"How old is your brother-in-law?"
Chapter completed!