Han Bin got out of the taxi and saw a fat figure standing at the entrance of the antique street.

He had a loaf of bread in his hand, and he didn't know what it was rolling.

"Uncle, what time is it, why did you have breakfast? ”

"I got up late today, went out for a round of exercise, and my meal was delayed. Wang Qingsheng said vaguely.

"Where are we going to collect the paintings?"

"Just on this antique street, as I walked, I said. Wang Qingsheng led the way in front, to be precise, while eating and walking, his mouth was full of plants, how could he free up to speak.

Wang Qingsheng ate quickly, and not long after leaving, the burritos were already in his stomach.

Wang Qingsheng wiped his hands and showed a satisfied look: "I'm full, I ate well in the morning, and I have the energy to do this day." ”

Han Bin smiled and asked, "Uncle, is the place where you want to collect paintings also an antique shop?"

"It's not a store, it's a stall. Wang Qingsheng pointed ahead: "No, it's the one with the colored flags in front." ”

Han Bin looked at it, not far away, on the stall, there were small colored flags hanging one person high, and there were a lot of antiques on the stall, and a man and a woman were sitting behind to watch the stall.

When the two approached, they looked more closely, and the stall was a man and a woman, about forty years old, who looked like a husband and wife, the man was very dark-skinned, hung a fanny pack, and wrapped in an army-green coat, squatting like an old peasant.

The woman was wearing a red down jacket, carrying a gray bag, and shouted: "Don't miss it when you pass by, the stall is a time-honored brand for decades, and it is absolutely ......genuine."

"Uncle, this shouting is not good. Han Bin said with a smile.

"Don't you think it's a little silly. Wang Qingsheng asked rhetorically.

Han Bin nodded, feeling a little bit.

"That's right, people are doing business with this stupid energy, and after shouting for so many years, compared with other stalls, the business is only strong. Wang Qingsheng said.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Qingsheng smiled and patted Han Bin's shoulder: "You can only understand, not speak." ”

In front of the stall where the two walked to, Wang Qingsheng greeted him: "Lao Lin, come out to practice so early." ”

"Brother Wang, I can't compare, there are many children in the family, so I have to hurry up and earn tuition. The stall owner known as Lao Lin said.

"Lao Lin, when you hear this, it seems like you're angry with me. Wang Qingsheng smiled bitterly.

"Don't say that, I'm envious, I'm old, young, and under pressure, I don't drink half a catty of wine every day, don't want to fall asleep. Lao Lin said.

"Lao Lin, that painting of Han Xuankun is still there, let me palm my eyes. ”

"Yo, look at it. Lao Lin said with a smile.

"I can't talk about it, I just want to see Han Xuankun's true works. Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

"Well, wait, I'll get it. ”

"Don't mind, let's change places and go to the teahouse to sit. Wang Qingsheng proposed.

"Yo, the sun came out in the west today, and Brother Wang invited me to tea, it's the first time. Lao Lin joked on his lips, but in his heart, he was like Spiegel, knowing that Wang Qingsheng had taken a look.

Lao Lin told his wife a few words, carefully found a wooden box from the iron box placed next to him, and followed Wang Qingsheng and the others.

Both of them set up stalls, so in order to avoid crowds, it is more appropriate to find a quiet place.

Old Yu Tou Teahouse.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the shouting of the man: "Welcome, three distinguished guests, please." ”

Han Bin looked at it, the teahouse is divided into two floors, there are more than a dozen tables on the first floor, and two wooden shelves are placed in the middle, where a lot of antiques are placed, jade, porcelain, and bronze are all there.

"There is a private room on the second floor. ”

"I'm having it for you, upstairs, please. The guy led the three of them to the private room on the second floor.

There are a total of four private rooms on the second floor, and there is a sign hanging at the door, which reads 'pottery, jade, books, and miscellaneous'.

A group of three people entered the private room.

The private room is more than 20 square meters, with two tables, a square table and a bookcase.

After the three of them sat down, Lao Lin looked at Han Bin and asked, "What is the name of this gentleman?"

"This is my nephew Han Bin, who is interested in collecting, so I will take him with me, and save him from paying tuition everywhere. Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

"Hello Boss Lin. Han Bin greeted.

"If I can't be the boss, I'm just a stall setter. Lao Lin waved his hand and looked at Han Bin: "Brother Wang, this can be regarded as a successor." ”

As he spoke, two waiters walked in, each carrying a wooden plate, one containing a plate of nuts and fruits, and the other with a tea set.

"Just leave it alone, let's just brew it ourselves. Wang Qingsheng said.

The waiter nodded and left the private room.

Wang Qingsheng skillfully washed the tea set, then brewed a pot of Longjing tea and poured a cup for each of the three of them.

The three of them each drank a cup of tea and chatted a few words about the industry.

Wang Qingsheng changed his words and said, "Lao Lin, what about that painting, let me take a look at it again." ”

Lao Lin smiled, although he didn't break it, he also knew what Wang Qingsheng meant by inviting him.

Lao Lin walked to the bookcase with the wooden box, opened the lock on the wooden box, and there was a picture scroll inside.

Lao Lin spread out the picture scroll, put it on the bookcase, and made a gesture of please: "Brother Wang, please." ”

Wang Qingsheng put on white gloves, walked to the side of the painting to observe, after a rough look, he took out a magnifying glass, little by little from the beginning to the end, from top to bottom, from left to right, from bottom to top, from right to left, carefully and back and forth.

Han Bin was also a little curious, and went up to take a look, this is an ink landscape painting, with mountain peaks in the distance, clouds and mountains surrounded by mist, ethereal and abnormal, two gray cranes flying from the mountains, and two rows of brush words written on the right side 'Suddenly heard the Nine Heavens Xuanhe passed, dare to ask the immortal family where to find it'.

There is also a red seal underneath, with the four words 'Wumu Mountain People' printed on it.

Han Bin read it carefully several times, he had learned the skills of handwriting identification, and he still had some experience in calligraphy and painting.

After Han Bin finished reading it, Wang Qingsheng was still watching it seriously.

Lao Lin drank tea and ate nuts leisurely, without the slightest urging.

Wang Qingsheng watched for more than 40 minutes before putting away the magnifying glass, removing his gloves, sitting on a chair, pouring a cup of tea and saying, "I'm tired to death." ”

Lao Lin held the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, how are you looking, this painting is still eye-catching." ”

"Not bad, not bad. Wang Qingsheng said perfunctorily and ate a pistachio.

"Brother Wang, let's not talk darkly, I've been sitting with me for an hour, this sentence is good, you want to send me away. ”

"Lao Lin, let's be honest, I do have intentions for this thing, but I am still a little uncertain. Wang Qingsheng shook his head.

Lao Lin didn't answer, and looked at Han Bin on the side: "Little brother Han, what do you think?"

"Boss Lin, take the liberty of asking, where did you get this painting?" Han Bin said.

"Lao Lin, my nephew is a layman, don't mind. Wang Qingsheng said with a smile.

"It's okay, there's nothing you can't say. Lao Lin waved his hand and said, "This painting was received by a distant relative of mine and Han Xuankun, and it is definitely genuine." ”

"Then where did his distant relatives get it?" asked Han Bin.

"According to that distant relative, it was given to him by Han Xuankun, but I don't think so. Lao Lin shook his head, took a sip of tea, and continued: "I think it looks like Han Xuankun's relatives entrusted him with his move. ”

"If Han Xuankun's relatives want to sell it, why don't they sell it themselves, it's easier for people to believe that it's genuine. Han Bin was puzzled.

"This scholarly family is all face-saving, Lao Tzu's autograph, can he sell it when his son is a son?"

Lao Lin smiled, lowered his voice and said: "Besides, not long after Han Xuankun's death, his immediate family members all went to sell paintings, and those collectors also had to mumble in their hearts, whether this painting is worth collecting." ”