Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 956 - 0956 Capital Chronicle 4

Chapter 956: Chapter 0956 Capital Chronicle 4

After the transaction was completed, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue immediately changed their clothes and moved to a different location.

The baskets they had used before were now replaced with luggage bags.

However, their luck wasn’t good; they had barely slipped into the black market when Feng Qingxue had just finished a deal with an old lady, and the lookout, Lu Jiang, rushed over and said, "Run, someone’s coming!"

Everyone who frequented the black market knew exactly who he was talking about. They scattered in all directions.

The old lady couldn’t run fast, so Lu Jiang simply carried her on his back, and he and Feng Qingxue quickly left the black market in another direction.

The staff entered from the south, but they ran to the north, not even leaving a shadow behind.

The old lady was frail and light, weighing barely seventy to eighty pounds. Lu Jiang was accustomed to carrying heavy loads during his army training, and Feng Qingxue, who often participated in training, was quick on her feet as well. Within minutes, they reached a safe place and stopped.

Feng Qingxue held the luggage bag in one hand and leaned against the wall with the other, huffing and puffing, her cheeks flushed with a red glow.

Lu Jiang, as if nothing had happened, gently lowered the old lady and said, "I’m sorry, comrade, did I jolt you too much?"

"No, no, thank you, comrade, if you hadn’t reacted so quickly, my old arms and legs would surely have been caught by those staff!" The old lady wasn’t ungrateful, "Comrades, can we still proceed with our transaction? I don’t feel at ease with those things at home. I’d be more at peace if I could exchange them for some money and food."

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said, "Of course, it’s settled!"

"Then follow me, please. It’s too risky to take the items out right now." The old lady led the way as they were in a secluded alley, which made her feel free to speak more candidly, "We live in constant fear, suspecting every rustle and shadow. I thought about doing what my neighbor Mr. Su did—tearing these items into shreds, soaking them into pulp, and dumping them into the river. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, so I chose this way. To someone capable, perhaps one or two items can be preserved and endure."

Her voice was very low, yet Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue heard her loud and clear.

Feng Qingxue said to Lu Jiang, "They’re all paintings and calligraphy. The old lady said that her husband had once dug a hole in the corner of the wall to hide them and that saved them from disaster. But since her husband was taken away and his whereabouts unknown, people come to check on her every day. She can’t live in peace, afraid that if those paintings and calligraphies are discovered, she would be punished, and they wouldn’t be preserved either. That’s why she’s done what she did."

"You want these, so I know you’re capable and have the right ideas. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare touch these things. The paintings and calligraphy I have are of the highest quality. Keep them well, and maybe, just maybe, they’ll see the light of day again." Tears glistened in the old lady’s eyes, "As long as these items are preserved and passed down, no matter who holds them, it would make me happy."

Feng Qingxue responded with great respect, "We haven’t asked for your esteemed name yet!"

The academic circle is small, and most of the distinguished names are acquaintances of people like Wen Ruyu and Jin Ruochu. The old lady had nothing else but paintings and calligraphy, surely connected to the world of art.

The old lady glanced at her, smiled gently, and said, "The old woman’s name is Ouyang Lan."

Upon hearing the name Ouyang Lan, Feng Qingxue remembered her senior Ouyang Mo. In Shanghai, when she saw He Qingyin, He Qingyin was too preoccupied with asking about their teacher Wen Ruyu to mention Ouyang Mo, who was also in Shanghai; she had also forgotten to ask her about him.