"Help me see this painting of Tang Bohu, is it possible that it is real?"

Kong Qun typed a line of words, and then sent a high-definition picture. In the middle of the mountains, a path winds into the distance, and an ancient man with his hands behind his back is walking on the path, turning his head to look at the sunset that is about to set in the mountains.

It was the habit of the ancients that a poem would usually be attached to the painting to illustrate the artistic conception of the work. This one is no exception, but the accompanying poem has been smeared, and I can't see what is written, but the signature and seal below are very clear, it is Tang Yin.

Kong Qun believes that this is Tang Bohu's painting, and the seal is not fake, and there is currently a lack of a more favorable basis.

"Big brother, let me take a closer look, it will take some time. McEgie sent a message.

In fact, it takes time to take a taxi home, the weather is very hot, Mai Xiaoji can't sit on the side of the road to consult Tang Bohu, and the reply is too fast, Kong Qun will also think that he is too hasty and is suspected of opening his mouth.

After going home, I went to take a shower first, and made a cup of coffee, Mai Xiaoji downloaded the picture into the space, took out the Golden Circle mobile phone, and used the browser to turn it upside down, opened the Tianxin software, found Tang Bohu, and sent him a ten-gram red envelope.

Tang Bohu likes to cry poor, but he doesn't know what he's busy with, the speed of receiving red envelopes is very slow, and after more than ten minutes, Mai Xiaoji sent a few more question marks, and he accepted it, followed by a happy expression of thanks.

Mai Xiaoji sent the picture over, "Master, did you create this painting?"

After waiting for another ten minutes, Tang Bohu didn't reply, Mai Xiaoji was unhappy, shouldn't he take the money and not do anything!

"Master, what's wrong?" asked McKee.

"When I think of the wind and rain of the world, I still can't let go. Tang Bohu said.

"So, that's what you painted?"

"Alas, at that time, I was sick and painful, and my hands were shaking and I couldn't control myself, but I didn't expect that this last painting would be handed down. Tang Bohu put on a crying expression again.

"Don't be sad, Master, you are now a household name and a great artist. Mai Xiaoji comforted.

"A poor Confucian, I am very grateful for this love!"

"It's a pity that such a good painting was added with a poem, and then it was smeared, and it was messy. Mai Xiaoji said regretfully.

"No, the inscription poem was also made by me, and I also painted it with my own hands. Tang Bohu said.

"Why?"

"Books have no bones and bones, and their forms are like sand. Such scribbled writing can only survive in the world, so it is smeared so as not to laugh at future generations. Tang Bohu gave a reason, because the calligraphy was not good and did not play to the level.

Mai Xiaoji's eyes lit up, and there was a poem made by Tang Bohu, so that the painting was even more valuable, "Master, do you remember that poem?"

Mai Xiaoji has switched to the operation of sending red envelopes, but Tang Bohu did not propose a charge, and directly sent the original poem, "Born in the yang world, there is an end, and it doesn't matter if you die and return to the underworld." The yang and the earth are similar, only when they drift in a foreign land. ”

Tang Bohu also said that this painting also has a name, called Yuanxing, which means that he is about to pass away and bid farewell to the world.

Mai Xiaoji's literary background is not enough, he has not read two famous books, and he is also a layman in poetry. But with Tang Bohu's explanation, he is also a down-and-out person, and this poem full of gloom and helplessness deeply moved him. The scenery is no longer good, and the hardships are prepared, Mai Xiaoji very well understands Tang Bohu's mood at that time.

"Master, it's been so long, and you're still so sad, don't be too yourself. ”

Mai Xiaoji didn't know how to persuade him, when he looked at the last scenery in Xiangyou Building, he also had this feeling of the difference between life and death, that is, he had no writing, he couldn't say it, and he couldn't write it.

"Alas, the evening scene is bleak, and I haven't even prepared a thin coffin and silver, and my heart is extremely lonely. Tang Bohu had another series of crying expressions.

"If you talk to a friend like me, you'll feel much better. By the way, you don't have any high-rise buildings over there, do you?" asked McXiaoji, don't jump off the building like him.

"The front edge is gone, I am relieved, now in my hometown, like a fairyland!" This sentence was followed by this smug expression, and his face changed quickly.

"Where is your hometown?" asked McXiaoji.

It is conceivable that this kind of question cannot be answered, and Tang Bohu no longer speaks.

It was the first time that Mai Xiaoji learned about the situation of the world over there from the unintentional words of the ancients, and it was a good place like a fairyland.

The chat stopped at hehe, Mai Xiaoji withdrew from the Tianxin software, and then carefully looked at the painting sent by Kong Qun. Two hours passed, and by analyzing the messy and broken lines that had been smeared, Mai Xiaoji still made out the traces of the poem, proving that everything Tang Bohu said was true.

found Kong Qun, Mai Xiaoji sent a message, "Big brother, after my analysis, although the quality of this painting is a little different, it is real, it is Tang Bohu's work before his death. You may think that the calligraphy is too bad, so you smear it, and before you have time to destroy it, it will be handed down. ”

Kong Qun immediately moved, and the dialog box showed that typing, quiet, typing, quiet. Hey, Tang Bohu did this just now because he mentioned the sad past, and the last sour memories in the world were sad.

And Kong Qun didn't completely believe what Mai Xiaoji said.

Finally a complete sentence was sent, so quickly?

Is it fast?

It was because he was worried that Kong Qun would think it was too hasty, so Mai Xiaoji didn't rush to ask Tang Bohu, it had been four hours, and it was too fast. Anyway, it's true, Mai Xiaoji has the bottom in his heart, and he is not afraid of doubts, "Well, I think this is Tang Bohu's work, and the poem was also written by himself, and it was smeared for some reason." Moreover, this painting is an essay on Tang Bohu's evacuated mind in his later years, which is genuine, but not a masterpiece. ”

"What is the basis?" Kong Qun asked again.

Mai Xiaoji sent the name of the painting and the poem, and then intercepted a small piece of calligraphy, saying that according to the analysis of the remaining stroke order, it is the word "born in".

"Good. ”

Kong Qun just replied with one word, and seemed to feel that Mai Xiaoji was still not very reliable. Looking at this poem alone, it is full of pessimism, and the style is relatively ordinary, which is far from the legendary merry talent.

Mai Xiaoji didn't care, staring at the painting, his eyes were sore, and he fell asleep with a pillow until he was awakened by a series of information prompts.

It was already dark, and when it was time for dinner, there were more than a dozen messages, all of which were sent by Kong Qun.

Are you there?

Koyoshi, are you there?

I sent that poem to the collection of ancient paintings, and after everyone's unanimous identification, that poem was Tang Bohu's last work before his death.

That's great!

It is not about the value, the significance of this painting can reveal a corner of Tang Bohu's life in his later years, and you can have a more comprehensive understanding of Tang Bohu.

Everyone was excited.

Xiao Ji, you are really good eye, if you don't provide this poem, we can't spell out those broken parts.

By the way, Xiao Ji, I'm back from the south, come and sit at home, right?

Koyoshi, are you there?

As soon as he finished reading Kong Qun's string of messages with a yawn, he sent another one, "Xiao Ji, if it's okay at night, come and sit at home! By the way, you don't have a car, I'll pick you up!"