"Let's look at the painting first. Yu Yao responded, "Mr. Shangguan put the painting in front of him, and I think this is what he meant." ”

"Good. Shangguan Yu then took out the painting, "In this private restaurant, there is a famous painting in each private room, although it is printed. ”

Shangguan Yu temporarily took down a "White Picture of the Night" hanging on the wall, and then hung the "Hairpin Lady".

"White Picture of the Night" is also a famous painting of the Tang Dynasty, colored on paper. The painting is Tang Xuanzong's beloved mount, this horse is called "Shine Night White", and it is also the legendary sweat and blood horse.

The original painting is now at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

And the author is Han Gan, who is famous for painting horses. The so-called: Fangcao Dutou Han Ganma, Dai Songniu on the bank of the green poplar embankment.

However, "White Picture of the Night" is relatively small, this print is framed, and there is only one hook on it, so Shangguan Yu hung one end of "Hairpin Lady", and at the same time opened the scroll by himself and fixed the other end with his hand.

"This is a painting, and it makes Mr. Shangguan so troublesome. ”

"It doesn't take much trouble, but looking at the painting from this angle is a unique view. Shangguan Yu raised his other hand, "Please!"

After Yu Yao looked at it, he was secretly surprised!

This is not only "imitation is okay", it is simply a superb imitation!

Needless to say, the silk and ink color of the old can be called a first-class craftsman. If Shangguan Yu hadn't said it, Yu Yao would have been able to determine that it was an imitation, but it would have taken a lot of effort to determine that it was an imitation of the Republic of China.

Originally, Yu Yao wanted to read it quickly, but at the same time, Shangguan Yu held his head like this, and he looked awkward. But when I looked at it, I couldn't help but walk around and take a closer look from beginning to end.

Until he walked to Shangguan Yu's side, "It's okay, Mr. Shangguan Yu has worked hard." ”

Shangguan Yu smiled slightly, took advantage of the situation to roll up the painting, took it off and put it back in the box, and then hung the "White Picture of the Night" back in its original place.

"Since Mr. Yu has finished reading it, let's talk while eating?"

"Mr. Shangguan has opened my eyes again this time. ”

"I call you Mr. Yu, three words are quite smooth, you call me Mr. Shangguan, four words are awkward, many people call me Shangguan, you call me so. Shangguan Yu sat down, "I don't know where to start with the word 'again'?" I only seem to have shown Mr. Yu this imitation painting. ”

"Okay, then Shangguan, you misunderstood, I'm not talking about painting, it's your eyesight. Yu Yao also sat down, "Last time I appreciated Dong Yuan's "Qinglan Waterfall Map", you already opened my eyes once. ”

"This is not my imitation, what kind of eyes does Mr. Yu have?"

Yu Yao didn't answer immediately, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and then said slowly, "Being able to collect this person's paintings is enough to open people's eyes!"

"This person?" Shangguan Yu was stunned for a moment, and poured wine instead, "The more I listen, the more confused I become, the person who imitates the painting has never been paid, and it is not a modern imitation, it is the Republic of China period, does Mr. Yu even know who the author is?"

"Since Mr. Shangguan asked me to come and admire, why should I pretend to be confused!" Yu Yao smiled slightly.

"I called you here to sell paintings, but what you said made me really confused!" Shangguan Yu also smiled.

Yu Yao thought for a while, "Yin Baorong recently collected a handscroll of the famous Qing Dynasty Qian Weicheng's "Flowing River Heavy Mountain", I don't know Shangguan, do you know?"

Shangguan Yu's eyes changed slightly, "I have heard of it, and he also took a copy of Wang Meng's "Light Map of Autumn Mountain Lake", and he hasn't paid the money yet." ”

"Also, you also read Dong Yuan's "Qinglan Waterfall Map" in Guan Yuanli's hand. Yu Yao said again.

"Mr. Yu, if you have something to say, let's say it clearly!" Shangguan Yu said, and Wu Zi drank all the wine in the cup.

"If I'm not mistaken, "Liujiang Heavy Mountain Picture", "Qinglan Waterfall Picture", "Hairpin Lady Picture", the three imitation paintings are all made by one person!" Yu Yao said this, and then he also opened up, "It's so shocking, Tang painting, Song painting, Qing painting, and three completely different styles can all be imitated so vividly." ”

What's more, he has always suspected that Shangguan Yu knows something. And this "Hairpin Lady", he pointed out from the beginning that it was an imitation painting of the Republic of China.

Shangguan Yu couldn't suppress his surprise at this time, and looked at Yu Yao fixedly, "Your eyesight ······"

Yu Yao slowed down again, "Of course, what I said may not be right, and I may have read it wrong. ”

Shangguan Yu frowned and pondered.

Yu Yao took a deep puff of cigarette and did not speak for the time being.

"Mr. Yu, how do you know He Shangshan?" After a while, Shangguan Yu opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.

"Shangguan, haven't you heard of this person?"

"You answer me first. ”

"It's hard to say, but I have a few close friends of mine who have some connections. ”

"But you don't seem to know him. Shangguan Yu stared at Yu Yao's eyes.

"Yes. Origin and understanding are two different things. ”

"Origin······ Shangguan Yu groaned, "Then have you heard of another person surnamed He, called He Yimao?"

"I really haven't heard of this. Yu Yao told the truth.

"Give me a cigarette. Shangguan Yu stretched out his hand.

Yu Yao handed him one, and Shangguan Yu took a sip, but coughed violently. Yu Yao hurriedly said, "It seems that you don't usually smoke, what are you doing?"

"I need to calm down. Shangguan Yu waved his hand, "Okay, you're right, these three paintings are indeed from the hands of one person, this person is what you said He Shangshan!"

"What?" Yu Yao's mood couldn't calm down, and when he raised his hand, he almost knocked over the wine glass.

"So, do you really know what is good?" asked Yu Yao eagerly.

Shangguan Yu shook his head slightly, "I don't know much, I only know that he is a master of calligraphy and painting during the Republic of China, in addition, in addition to the three works you mentioned, there are other famous works, as many as 20 of them!"

"Master Imitation, you even know the exact number, how do you know?"

"It doesn't seem fair that you ask too much and say too little. Shangguan Yu responded, "You didn't explain it, but I can say so much first, because your eyesight surprised me so much, I can actually see that these three paintings are from one person!"

Yu Yao froze and thought secretly, it sounded like Shangguan Yu was not like He Shangshan's descendant, but he knew something. You can't tell him about the Ghost Eye Gate, but if you don't say something, he doesn't seem to want to say more.

At the same time, Shangguan Yu also seemed to want to know something from himself, otherwise he would not mention this "Hairpin Lady" after he said He Shangshan, and invited himself to eat and look at the painting.

During the Republic of China, He Shangshan had several old confidants. And I am one of the descendants, and at the same time, I have also contacted other descendants. But we can't get in touch with He Shangshan's descendants! That's why we paid attention to the visit. "Yu Yao can't say that he is a descendant, he can only say that he is a descendant.