The Feng family is in a mid-range community in a new area that has just begun planning and construction. Guo Yang had dealt with Feng Qi in his previous life, but he had only heard of his name and never met Mr. Feng Yuanliang, who was hidden in the market.

What Guo Yang didn't expect was that with the status of a master like Feng Yuanliang, the Feng family's residence was an ordinary unit - two sets of two-bedroom apartments in the east and west, with the middle open, and the decoration was even more ordinary. If it weren't for the calligraphy and painting scrolls hanging everywhere on the walls, and if it weren't for the pottery, porcelain, and various cultural utensils that can be seen everywhere in the room, Guo Yang would have found it hard to believe that this was the home of Master Feng Yuanliang.

Feng Yuanliang was wearing a white silk satin undershirt, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his gray hair was meticulously combed, and he sat behind the coffee table in the living room, with a cup of tea in front of him. Hearing someone enter the door, the old man did not get up to greet him, and continued to squint and drink tea with his eyes closed.

"Dad, this is the Guo Yang I told you about, a reporter from the Northern Morning News, who has a good eye for porcelain identification. Feng Qi greeted Guo Yang and Zhou Bing and introduced Feng Yuanliang.

Feng Yuanliang's eyes slowly opened, the essence in his eyes flashed, Guo Yang only felt that the old man's deep eyes swept over him, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath and settle down. Facing this prestigious master, Guo Yang couldn't help but feel a little pressure.

Feng Yuanliang waved his hand: "Sit down." Xiao Qi, watch the tea!"

Guo Yang glanced at Zhou Bing and carefully sat on the mahogany sofa opposite the old man. Compared with Guo Yang's slight nervousness, Zhou Bing was very relaxed, although she sat there obediently, her curious eyes were always on the skeleton behind the screen on the east side of the living room, and the dazzling array of ancient artifacts and jade utensils of various shapes wandered back and forth.

Feng Yuanliang stared at Guo Yang with deep eyes, and said softly: "Listen to Xiaoqi, you have some skills in appreciating porcelain in the Ming and Qing dynasties? ”

"Feng Lao is too famous, I am just a hobby, I have read some books miscellaneously, neither practice, nor have I been guided and systematically trained by famous teachers, how can I have any attainments......" Guo Yang pondered his words, his expression calm.

The so-called art industry has a specialization, in terms of traditional Chinese studies and cultural game identification, Feng Yuanliang is undoubtedly a master, Guo Yang knows that he may not even be an apprentice in front of the old man, no matter how humble he is, it is not an exaggeration.

Feng Yuanliang was silent for a while, and suddenly waved his hand again: "Xiao Qi, you go and get my blue and white dragon pattern lotus petal bowl!"

Feng Qi was stunned, then smiled bitterly, and then tiptoed up to the old man's study, holding a beautiful box and coming out. Feng Qi opened the box and took out a blue and white porcelain dragon pattern lotus petal bowl, which was almost identical to the fake that Meng Tianxiang bought for Xue Chunlan, and it was difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye alone.

"Young man, how about you take a look at this collection of mine?" Feng Yuanliang seemed to smile.

Guo Yang sighed, knowing that the old man was going to take the school examination himself. He took the lotus petal bowl from Feng Qi's hand and carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of him, then he half-knelt on the carpet and began to observe it carefully.

From the glaze, glaze color, pattern, regulation, and style, Guo Yang checked all the way and found no trace of fraud. He even gently tapped the porcelain surface of the lotus petal bowl with his fingers, and listened to the echo with his ears, and couldn't help but secretly marvel.

If a fake can be imitated to this extent, the imitator's work is absolutely amazing, and such a thing is more collectible than the real thing.

But Guo Yang had a faint suspicion in his heart, and he couldn't make up his mind. It was precisely because this bowl was so similar, without any flaws, and exquisite to the point of near-perfection, that the doubts in his heart lingered.

Feng Yuanliang sat there patiently, his eyes calm, waiting for Guo Yang's judgment.

Feng Qi's eyes flickered, and he sat there slightly nervous.

She recommended Guo Yang to her father, but she herself was not sure whether Guo Yang would pass the test of the old man. Feng Yuanliang has learned and attained profound attainments in his life, and his vision is naturally extremely high and critical, as long as he has a little bit of dislike for Guo Yang, then don't mention the slightest matter of accepting apprentices.

As a famous name in the industry and a generation of masters, the difficulty of his school examination can be imagined.

Guo Yang was unable to make a judgment for a long time, and his eyes flickered.

This made Feng Qi a little disappointed. But she was immediately relieved, thinking about it, a young man who had just graduated from college, majoring in journalism, how could you expect him to have too high attainments in antique porcelain identification?

Feng Yuanliang said lightly: "Young man, how is it?"

Guo Yang took a deep breath and said word by word: "Old Feng, the kid thinks that this is an extremely high-level imitation, and the firing time is no more than twenty years, and it is definitely not an antiquity. ”

Feng Yuanliang was furious, Huo Ran got up and said coldly: "Are you saying that the old man has collected a fake? The old man has been connoisseuring for decades, and his vision is not as good as that of a fledgling hairy boy?"

Feng Yuanliang, who had a light demeanor, suddenly changed his face, Zhou Bing was startled, she pulled Guo Yang's arm, and played a round with a smile: "Yangyang, take a closer look, how can Feng Lao collect fakes, you must have read it wrong, hurry up and admit your mistake to Feng Lao!"

Zhou Bing naturally didn't know anything about this, and he wasn't interested. But she felt that with Feng Yuanliang's status and his popularity and influence in the industry, it was impossible to collect fakes. The two of them came to someone's house as a guest, which made the host unhappy, and it was not interesting.

Zhou Bing didn't notice it, but Feng Qi on the side showed a look of shock and surprise on his face.

Guo Yang let out a sigh of relief, he looked back at Feng Yuanliang, who seemed to be angry, and his eyes gradually became extremely clear and calm. He wasn't very sure at first, because this dragon pattern lotus petal bowl was the only vessel he had seen in his life that was difficult to identify, but Feng Yuanliang's unexpected attack on the spot made him firm in his judgment that it was a fake.

"Old Feng, please forgive the kid for being rude, personal judgment, this is a fake. ”

Feng Yuanliang sneered and sat down slowly, "You can tell me, where is this dragon pattern lotus petal bowl?" Young man, the old man doesn't have a little sand in his eyes, you have to talk in front of the old man, but be careful that the old man will drive you out of the door!"

Guo Yang smiled: "Old Feng, you are a master, and the kid will dare to get an axe." The porcelain of the Ming Dynasty was mostly blue and white, but due to the limitations of raw materials and firing technology at that time, the tone was very unstable, and it was not suitable for portraying characters on the surface of the utensils, and the colors were rendered too much, so there was no one in Yongle, and there were more women and fewer men in Xuande. Moreover, the painted characters wear a single coat in all seasons, regardless of gender, age or child, and there is no distinction between the rendered clothing pattern and the appearance and the inside of the different colors. But this lotus petal bowl, the scholar on the inside is vivid, the color is complex, the layers are distinct, and the clothes are fluttering like a fairy...... This is an effect that the pigments and processes of the Ming Dynasty cannot achieve, so the kid concluded that this is an imitation. ”

"But even if it is an imitation, it is the hand of a modern master, and the craftsmanship is exquisite and the firing is perfect, far beyond the real thing. ”

Guo Yang's words made Feng Qi's eyebrows flutter, but Feng Yuanliang's eyes were bright, but he fell into a strange silence.

Zhou Bing was a little restless, and turned his head to see Feng Qi bowing slightly to her with a smile, telling her to calm down for a while, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Feng Yuanliang sat there and sighed lightly, and nodded slowly: "Young man, your vision is not wrong. This is a dragon pattern lotus petal bowl that the old man imitated ten years ago, probably because the old man pursued perfection too much, but left defects in this detail. To tell you the truth, this bowl old man has been played and appreciated by many people, including many famous experts in the industry, but you are the first person to break through the defects and dare to tell the truth. Good, good!"

Feng Yuanliang is right, no one has seen through it all these years, but in order to welcome and compliment Master Feng, no one has spoken the truth.

"There are very few young people who like this way, and even more rare people who are immersed in this way have a unique eye and meticulous observation ability. Moreover, you know that this is an imitation of the old man, and you don't tell lies in front of the old man, and you are not afraid of authority, and your character can also be seen. ”

"Young people, old men have been in the industry for decades, and they are well versed in this way of loneliness, high and low. It is even more rare to see a junior who can be cultivated in character and learning. The old man intends to accept you as a protégé and inherit the old man's craft, are you willing?"

Feng Yuanliang's gaze became a little eager.

Guo Yang settled down and looked back at Feng Yuanliang. In fact, from the moment he entered the door of the Feng family, he had already guessed the real purpose of Feng Qi bringing him to see Feng Yuanliang. And the examination of the talent is nothing more than a test of the master.

The so-called connoisseurs will know whether there is one or not, whether Guo Yang is indiscriminate, Feng Yuanliang can see it clearly at a glance from his words and deeds in appreciating the lotus petal bowl. Feng Yuanliang didn't expect Guo Yang to judge the result, even if he made a mistake in judgment, there was nothing, because there were more people who looked away. But Guo Yang can't tell lies, which is the focus of the old man's attention.

If Guo Yang touted it to his face, Feng Yuanliang would not say that he would take the initiative to accept the apprentice, and he would even lose his interest in talking to Guo Yang again, and he might change his face and kick him out of the Feng family.

Guo Yang's performance was remarkable, which made Feng Yuan's conscience happy, once the idea of accepting apprentices grows, it can't be stopped like weeds growing all over the sky in spring.

His biggest regret is that there is no one to pass on what he has learned, and now where can he look for a young man who can endure loneliness? Once he meets one, how can Feng Yuanliang easily let it go?

Therefore, compared with Guo Yang's calmness, Feng Yuanliang was slightly nervous, for fear that Guo Yang would refuse.

"I ......" Guo Yang was actually a little caught off guard. Immersing himself in this way is just one of his hobbies, it was still like this in his previous life, not to mention being reborn in this magnificent era, his goal has become more lofty, and there are too many things to do, so that he can concentrate on learning from Feng Yuanliang and studying it for a lifetime, burying his head in the pile of old papers of culture, to be honest, he is unwilling.

Feng Qi was more nervous than Feng Yuanliang, she reached out and grabbed Guo Yang's arm, and said eagerly: "Guo Yang, there is no successor to what my father has learned in his life, you ......"