Just as Meng Zitao was observing the paintings on the table, Cheng Qiheng picked up Meng Zitao's cricket jar with some curiosity and looked at it.

At the beginning, Cheng Qiheng's expression was still a little puzzled, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, and finally said in disbelief: "Am I dazzled, this is actually a real product?"

Cheng Qiheng's words made Wang Menghan and the old Dong next to him also very surprised, of course they knew the market of Xuande blue and white porcelain, if this was genuine, it would not be more than one million?

Meng Zitao raised his head and said angrily, "Can't I buy the real thing?"

Cheng Qiheng smiled: "You know what I said is not what I meant, the key question is, where did you get this thing." ”

Meng Zitao smiled and said, "This is someone else's gift." ”

"You just, that person is a fortune boy, how can he give you such a treasure?" Cheng Qiheng pursed his lips, obviously not believing this.

Wang Menghan and Lao Dong also didn't believe it, Wang Menghan said: "Brother Meng, don't sell Guanzi, where did this Xuande cricket jar come from?"

Meng Zitao spread his hands and said, "I bought it for 20,000 yuan, and it was almost the same as the gift." ”

"What! you're not kidding, are you?" Cheng Qiheng and the others were all stunned when they heard this.

"What are you kidding?"

At this time, Wang Zhixuan walked in from outside the door.

Everyone said hello, and Wang Menghan said: "Brother Meng spent 20,000 yuan to buy a Xuande blue and white cricket can, and it is still a genuine product. ”

Hearing that this was the case, Wang Zhixuan was curious and looked at Cheng Qiheng's hand. Cheng Qiheng was also interested, and hurriedly put the things on the table for the prospective people to watch.

Wang Zhixuan stepped forward and carefully appreciated the things, and at this time, Meng Zitao took a serious look at the scroll.

After a while, Wang Zhixuan smiled and said, "It's really a treasure that opens the door to the generation, Xiao Meng, can you tell me the origin of this thing?"

"No problem...... Meng Zitao smiled and told everyone about the experience just now.

When I heard that this was the case, everyone was dumbfounded, what a good luck it must have been to step on a mine and still step on a baby.

Cheng Qiheng said with envy and jealousy: "You are a lucky star, you can even encounter such a good thing." ”

Wang Zhixuan also sighed: "You haven't said anything about your luck, but the probability of this kind of thing is too low, you still have to be careful in the future." ”

Meng Zitao said with a smile: "At the beginning, I just went to see with the idea that I would not die in a catastrophe and there would be a blessing in the future, but I didn't expect him to come up with such a treasure, so I will plan it." ”

Cheng Qiheng said: "I want this kind of plan, I want it!"

Lao Dong smiled, pointed to the picture scroll on the table, and said, "Your luck is not bad, and you got this treasure." ”

"That's right. Cheng Qiheng smiled proudly.

Wang Zhixuan looked at the scroll, and when he saw the seal on the lower left side of the scroll, he was immediately surprised: "Dong Qichang's landscape paintings?"

Cheng Qiheng nodded proudly: "I bought it for 150,000 yuan, it's not bad." ”

"150,000 yuan? I guess I still made some money. Meng Zitao muttered in his heart.

At this time, I saw Wang Zhixuan's brows frowning slightly: "What the hell is going on, I'll look at it first." ”

Wang Zhixuan's attitude made Cheng Qiheng stunned, and looked at Meng Zitao and Lao Dong with some apprehension.

Lao Dong originally thought that this painting was good and should be genuine, but Wang Zhixuan's performance made him dare not express his opinion.

And Meng Zitao gave him a reassuring look.

After nearly twenty minutes, Wang Zhixuan raised his head thoughtfully, and Cheng Qiheng couldn't wait to ask: "Uncle Wang, how is this painting of mine?"

Wang Zhixuan turned around and asked, "Xiao Meng, what do you think of this painting?"

"It's very good, anyway, Brother Cheng made it. Mencius told the truth.

Meng Zitao's recent performance has impressed Meng Zitao, and he is also very convinced of Meng Zitao's judgment, and now seeing Meng Zitao say this makes him happy, but if he knows the true meaning of Meng Zitao's words, it is estimated that he will be a little depressed.

"Little slippery head. ”

Wang Zhixuan scolded with a smile: "Since you say so, let's talk about the characteristics of this painting." ”

Meng Zitao scratched his head: "But Uncle Wang, I am not proficient in calligraphy and painting, and I can only talk about some knowledge in books." ”

Wang Zhixuan said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, aren't we talking about the knowledge in books?"

"Then I'll say it!"

Meng Zitao straightened his expression and said: "Dong Qichang, as a calligrapher and painter, knows how to paint and calligraphy, in addition to realizing from the calligraphy of the Tang Dynasty that the painter's pen must also be retained, not slippery, and also advocated that 'scholars should paint, should be based on the method of grass and Qining, the tree is like bent iron, the mountain is like a painting sand, and the sweet and vulgar path is not for morale'." ”

In line with his point, he often paints trees with double hooks, and rarely paints with a single stroke. For example, in his painting of "Ancient Trees and Stone Sketches", almost all of the trees painted in it are double-hooked with stumbling and twisted lines, and the calligraphy interest is very obvious. The same is true of the outline lines of the rocks he hooked, which has a kind of clumsy taste. ”

"Speaking of which, let's look at this painting again, everyone looks here, it can be consistent with Dong Qichang's style and level, but most of the rest of the places, although they can be fake and real, but compared with the two, it is not difficult to see that the level is still a little worse. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Qiheng hurriedly looked over, and then he was stunned, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Knock Knock"

Wang Zhixuan knocked on the table and said, "Xiao Cheng, if there is anything, let's talk about it after listening to Xiao Meng." ”

Cheng Qiheng came back to his senses, smiled bitterly, and motioned for Meng Zitao to continue.

Meng Zitao continued: "Secondly, Dong Qichang combined the concave and convex shapes to raise the question of 'light and dark'. He said, 'Painting is dark, not light.' The bright ones are like the edges and corners of the machine, and the dark ones are like clouds, and the fog is plugged is also'. ”

"Dong Qichang's so-called 'bright' and 'dark' have nothing to do with learning, and 'clouds and fog plugs' do not necessarily mean to paint clouds and fog, but to avoid intention, focus, must be as ethereal as clouds and mist, the painted scenery seems to be blocked, but in fact it is unblocked, and the intention is broken and connected, which has its own implications, which is intriguing and suspenseful. ”

Dong Qichang felt that if he wrote the scenery and sought to be complete, the pen and ink would inevitably be cumbersome. Therefore, going to 'light' and seeking 'darkness' reflects Dong Qichang's requirement to replace his popularity with popularity. But when it comes to this painting, as just now, only a small number of them have reached the level of Dong Qichang. ”

"In addition, his paintings, in terms of painting, do not pursue the utilitarianism of 'becoming edifying and helping others', but advocate painting as pleasure and pleasure in painting, so people call it 'literati ink opera painting'. However, the paintings made by forgers and ghostwriters do not have this kind of connotation and interest. ”

Next, Meng Zitao focused on comparing the contents of several parts of the painting, and finally said: "Therefore, I think this is a ghostwriting work by Dong Qichang, and the main part was written by him and polished by him, so you didn't buy this painting at a loss." ”

Cheng Qiheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't buy at a loss, but I always feel aggrieved when I think about it." ”

The old Dong next to him comforted: "Xiao Cheng, don't be discouraged, Dong Qichang asks someone to write on behalf of the situation is very common, according to some statistics, he has thirteen ghostwriters, and there are countless peers in his ghostwriting hand, not to mention that this painting is still polished by him." ”

Generally speaking, the works that are ghostwritten by the calligrapher and painter themselves are recognized. It is precisely because of the existence of the phenomenon of ghostwriting that when later generations identify the calligraphy and painting of the ancients, they will often find that some works only have seals belonging to the calligrapher and painter himself, and others are not like anything else, and some are calligraphy and painting works with very different styles by the same painter in the same period.

Generally, a painting like this is relatively easy to recognize, but I'm afraid that a painting like Cheng Qiheng is enough to confuse the real with a fake, and the author himself has polished the work, and it will fall on the road if you are not careful.

Wang Zhixuan said: "If it's just like this, I won't talk about you, but if this painting is seen by your old man, believe it or not, break your legs?"

Cheng Qiheng felt a little better just now, and when he heard this, he was a little stunned and said, "Why, I don't have the same painting in my house?"

"Xiao Meng, you tell him. Wang Zhixuan said angrily.

Meng Zitao touched his nose and said, "Actually, the original work of this painting appeared last year. ”

Speaking of which, he reported the company and time of the auction: "So, don't look at what I said is the Tao, it is because I know the result and deduce it, if I really meet Dong Qichang's paintings, then my eyes will be dark." ”

Cheng Qiheng They were still strange just now, why Meng Zitao was so good at calligraphy and painting appraisal, it turned out to be like this.

But this result made Cheng Qiheng depressed, and he was even more aggrieved in his heart, he knew this, so he went through the auction information at home several times, otherwise how could he encounter such a shameful thing?

Fortunately, he made some money from this painting, otherwise, if it reached his grandfather's ears, he would have to beat him.

Wang Zhixuan said earnestly: "You, you still need to work hard in calligraphy and painting, and the more important thing is not to rely on your own learning a little bit of the ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting, just start blindly, otherwise you will suffer in the future." ”

In the antique market, the seller's favorite is not the newcomer, but the kind of half-hung person who doesn't learn very well, because the newcomer knows that he doesn't understand and doesn't dare to start blindly. And that kind of half-, but because he feels that he has some eyesight, as long as the thing can satisfy him, he can start, this kind of person is the seller's favorite.

Cheng Qiheng nodded again and again to indicate that he remembered, speaking of which, he had suffered two losses in this matter, one was the painting of Zheng Banqiao that he bought in the ghost market last time, and the other time was this time. Although he didn't suffer any losses in the two counts, on the contrary, he made money, but will he have this kind of good luck next time?

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