Yu Yao retracted his thoughts, "Elder Shen, there won't be any suspicion of finding a back account, right?"

"I'm not going to embarrass him, but don't get your hopes up either. Shen Chongyuan didn't know why Yu Yao wanted to get to the bottom of it so much, but Yu Yao helped to appreciate the painting so much, and it was not a trouble to ask.

Shen Chongyuan invited Yu Yao back to the reception room, instructed the nanny to serve tea again, and then called his old friend in front of Yu Yao.

The phone went through and the communication was smooth.

Contrary to Yu Yao's expectations, and also beyond Shen Chongyuan's expectations, this old friend remembered a lot.

Because he has worked and lived in Quancheng for many years, and from time to time he goes to the Hero Mountain Cultural Market, this shop is in a conspicuous position not far from the entrance, and the name of this shop is very distinctive, so he still remembers that it is called "Mochizuki Pavilion".

Moreover, he remembered that the boss was a native of Quancheng, spoke with an authentic Quancheng accent, and called people "teacher". And it can be inferred from time that he was the first batch of shopkeepers after the opening of the Hero Mountain Cultural Market in the early nineties. However, I had to be nearly forty years old then, which means that I am now in my sixties.

Finally, when Shen Chongyuan's old friend went to the store, the boss was packing up a bunch of things, and the two old farmers who sent the things hadn't left yet, and then left, the things were taken out of the urea bag, which should really be sent by the old farmers, which was different from Yu Yao's speculation that the boss's rhetoric.

That's pretty much all the useful information.

"You don't really want to trace the origin of this painting, do you?" Shen Chongyuan re-lit his pipe, "Not to mention that the person who painted is still alive, even if you really find the shopkeeper back then, it will be difficult to find the head!"

Yu Yao nodded, "I understand. But it's just curiosity, I won't do useless work in vain. ”

The matter of the Ghost Eye Gate, I can't tell Shen Chongyuan in detail. But this clue, for him, is not reconciled if he does not check it.

"It's good that you understand. Shen Chongyuan sighed, "If you want to collect a Tang painting, it is now an unattainable thing." I'll just leave this painting and hang it, it's not a shoddy thing. ”

"Although this painting is not an imitation of the ancients, it is not ashamed to hang it. ”

Shen Chongyuan had already pondered it at this time, and laughed, "This kind of method is not necessarily ashamed to be genuine." ”

Yu Yao thought for a while, "Old man, can I take a few photos and keep them for study?"

"Why not? You can take it and study it. ”

"I don't need it, I've been looking at it for a long time, I've seen it through, keep the photos, and I can recall it when I look at it. Yu Yao took out his mobile phone and took a few photos as he spoke.

Shen Chongyuan wanted to leave Yu Yao for lunch, but Yu Yao saw that it was still early, so he politely refused. Shen Chongyuan was not reluctant, but when Yu Yao left, in addition to taking an ashtray, Shen Chongyuan also stuffed a big red envelope.

Yu Yao didn't push it off, because Shen Chongyuan didn't say it was an "appraisal fee", but said that Yu Yao had moved to a new house, which was a congratulatory ceremony for the joy of housewarming.

Yu Yao returned to Gegu Zhai, and after sitting down, he called Shangguan Yu.

"Quancheng?" Shangguan Yu listened, "This is a new clue." ”

Whether the clues are slim or not depends on the degree of attention. Shangguan Yu has been investigating the news of He Yidi and his descendants for so many years, but it has been unsuccessful. And now this clue is faint to ordinary people, and it may not even have anything to do with He Yidi, but for him, there is always a physical thread.

Yu Yao said, "I don't know anyone in Quancheng. But even if it's available, I'll have to tell you about it. ”

"Because of my work, I know a professor at Quancheng University of Architecture. His name is Jiang Tao, he is not yet forty, he is also an antique lover, and at the same time he is very close to the media and is good at making friends. I can ask him first if I can find the owner of Mochizuki Pavilion back then. ”

"Okay, then I'll go back and send you the picture. ”

Unexpectedly, not long after the photo was transmitted, Shangguan Yu called back, "This kind of pigment, why has Mr. Mao also used it!"

Yu Yao was taken aback, and then wondered, "Paint can indeed see the doubts of modern recipes, but I have a hard time! You can see it by looking at the photos? This is not counted, you can compare it at once? Shangguan, don't be distracted by being anxious." ”

"You don't know, it's not so easy to look at the painting directly!" Shangguan Yu explained, "This is his own research and deployment, using modern chemical techniques, explained to me in detail, and also used it in Western paintings." Originally, it was even more difficult to see in the photo, but in one case, you used a flash, and the position of the light spot is also very easy to observe. ”

"That one was broken, and it was passed on to you?" Yu Yao really didn't pay much attention to it just now.

"Fortunately, you passed it on to me! In short, the color change of the pigment after the strong light is focused has a unique characteristic, which others can't see, but I can see it! It should be this kind of pigment!" Shangguan Yu said quickly and did not explain in detail.

However, Yu Yao believed in his eyesight, so he didn't ask for details, "That is to say, if this painting is He Yidi's handwriting, then why Yimao once gave him this formula?"

"Highly likely!"

"If they had been in contact before, why couldn't they get in touch with him later?"

"On the other side of the ocean, the sky is on different sides. And most of the years they lived, the contact information was not advanced, and Huaxia had a special historical stage, and it was normal for them to suddenly lose contact. Extrapolate, if He Yidi is still alive, he must be more than eighty years old. ”

"Yes, I'm in a hurry. ”

In fact, this point is easy to analyze, and Yu Yao asked without thinking because of inertia.

"This clue is important. In this way, I will ask someone to check first, and when necessary, we will have to go to Quancheng together. ”

"Okay. Feel free to contact that. ”

After hanging up the phone, Yu Yao lit a cigarette, and said in his heart that this was really a mistake, if it wasn't for the misuse of the flash, and he passed a few photos together, Shangguan Yu would not have been able to discover the unique characteristics.

Now, the origin of this painting has really become an important clue!

In fact, there is another important reason why Shangguan Yu was at a loss before, that is, the failure of the query with the help of the household registration system.

There is a legal basis for household registration management and inquiries in Huaxia, and they cannot be searched casually. However, Shangguan Yu did not secretly investigate the relationship in violation of regulations, but submitted an application in Zhengda Guangming.

Because he took the "relics" of his overseas brother and wanted to transfer them to his brother who lost contact with him in China.

However, there is no "how to clean" that meets the requirements.

He Yidi was born in the Republic of China, even for most of the time after adulthood, it was a relatively underdeveloped stage, and the time to establish the household registration database was not long, He Yidi may have died before, and there is still the possibility of omission or error.

Moreover, it is not impossible why he later changed his name or even concealed his identity.