"Yes, look at my memory, I remembered, a few days ago, I felt unsafe to put left and right, and finally I wrapped it in oilcloth, and put it in the innermost part of the rice tank, you hurry up and get it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The old woman suddenly patted her gray-haired head with her calloused hands, and suddenly said.

"I guessed it. Di Qing said triumphantly.

"Oh, you little guy, you didn't say it early, it made your brother easy to find for a while. The knife-faced man muttered a grumble.

"This is an indispensable thing for my brother to get married and marry a daughter-in-law, it is appropriate to spend more time looking for it, it seems that you are sincere, people say that sincerity is spiritual, and when the time comes, you will marry a daughter-in-law without effort, and it will be a matter of course. Di Qing said with a hippie smile.

"You guy, you can't spit ivory out of your dog's mouth, you're really a little ghost. As soon as the knife-faced man heard the word daughter-in-law, he smiled for a while, and pushed the door to get it as he spoke.

After a while, the knife-faced man humbly held the roll in both hands, and happily pushed the door in. He opened his eyes wide, vigilantly looked around the situation, saw that there was no movement, only carefully covered the somewhat tattered wooden door, and then carefully spread the roll of oil paper on the dilapidated table, and slowly opened the layer after layer, densely wrapped oil paper, the pair of vicissitudes of life, some yellowed scrolls were suddenly clearly visible, at a glance.

We were also happy on the side, as he slowly unfolded, happily under the dim oil lamp carefully looked up, sure enough, really good, really good, with a hand to weigh it, quite sincere, and the material of the painting is also a little different, a bit like linen and other very thick things made, but I can't see what it is. A cursory look at the Sixteen Arhats shows that the conception is novel and subtle, the artistic conception is secluded, the penmanship is clumsy, the color is elegant, and the pen and ink are full of interest. Both form and spirit, the structure of the Arhat's head and facial expressions are exaggerated, and the appearance is all bearded and fan-like, bizarre, although the intention is to avoid vulgarity, but it really has a slight sense of weirdness, such as the old woman said that the appearance of these Arhats is not an exaggeration.

Take a closer look, the Arhat painted by the monk Guan Xiu a hundred years ago is impressive, jumping on the paper, lifelike. Some have big eyebrows, some have high cheeks and noses, or lean on the pine and sit on the stone, or sit in meditation, or read the scriptures and discuss the Tao. It is very similar to the copy of the early Song Dynasty that has been identified by Japanese scholars, and it is much more brilliant, and there is an indescribable ancient strength, indescribable smooth charm, revealing the vicissitudes of time, the passage of time, and the passage of time, emitting an old and mysterious taste.

Xiao Fei looked at the picture and asked me curiously, "It's really strange, why is this picture so precious?"

I said thoughtfully: "The reason why this "Sixteen Arhats" is precious is that it is different. Whether in terms of style or skills, it is not the same as usual. It is condensed and strong with a pen, the lines are continuous, the turns are round, and there is a sense of heaviness. "Xuanhe Painting" praises the "Sixteen Arhats" and the habits of Danqing, all of which are strange and unflattering, as the sixteen great arhats, the penmanship is slightly unchanged from the secular pen and ink, and the eyebrows are written in the middle, and they are not all similar to those in the world. That's why scarcity is expensive!"

I thought to myself: "According to historical records, Guan Xiu's "Sixteen True Images" was first painted in 880 A.D., and it took more than 10 years to complete this creation. During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, Guan Xiu came to the relatively stable Xishu to escape the war, and brought the "Sixteen True Images" to Sichuan. Since then, he has traveled all over the country, gone through hardships, and lost his authenticity for many years. Even Emperor Qianlong sent people thousands of miles to Japan to look for paintings, but there was no trace. It seems that most of the picture in front of me is true. If this luck is genuine, I don't know how valuable and sensational it will be if I bring it back!"

I thought again: "Anyway, they sell to people who don't know how to do it, so it's better to sell it to me, it's better to talk about the painting first, and then we can negotiate the price." It's hard to distinguish the authenticity now, and you can only identify it after you go back. In case you buy a fake, you will be empty of bamboo baskets, and you will be empty of money and paintings. So, in order to keep the price down, I deliberately sighed and said, "Actually, let me take a closer look, this is not just an ordinary painting, what is so strange, it seems that it is also ordinary, but so, these arhats are still weird, I really don't see anything good, and now the reputation of this Guanxiu monk is not as good as it was back then, and the demand in the buyer's market is not very strong." ”

"In fact, in the Tang Dynasty, this old monk Guan Xiu was very famous, but thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, now his paintings are not so popular, but feng shui takes turns, maybe after a while it will be popular again. That Di Qing was quick and chattered.

I thought, "This kid's mouth is really unforgiving, it's really amazing, it's not okay to go on like this, it's wasted half a day of my lips and tongue, and wasted a lot of my brain cells." So I couldn't make a plan, and I made another plan.

"To be honest, your painting is probably copied by someone else, but not necessarily. For example, there are many poor painters in one of our places, who specialize in copying the portraits of famous artists. You don't see that the vivid, lifelike work is exactly the same as the original painting, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. "I swear by it, and I say it categorically.

I was talking to them with my eyebrows fluttering next to me, lowering the price, but Xiao Fei was quite good, engrossed in the paintings, and wholeheartedly checked the authenticity. Although his knowledge of antiques is better than mine, in this ancient period, there is no professional identification instrument, and it is estimated that even if he is an expert, it is difficult to identify. I don't think he came out for a long time, it seems that he can only buy it first, and have the opportunity to bring it back to modern society, whether it is true or false? It only depends on luck, just like the old woman said -- each thing has its own creation, and each person has his own destiny.

We were talking about the fact that it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake on the market, and the fake paintings were all the rage, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, "Actually, this painting-" The knife-faced man heard my words, but smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a messy voice from Xiao Fei's side.

It turned out that we were all just talking, and no one noticed the complicated changes in Xiao Fei's expression, and before the knife-faced man could finish speaking, Xiao Fei suddenly let out a loud "ah-" shout, and then rolled back three feet away, whimpering and unable to say a complete sentence, so I couldn't hear what he said. I saw him sitting on the ground, his whole body weak, his hands trembling and shaking, and he almost rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth. His eyes twinkled, and his speech was stumbling. "It's really strange, how can this Xiao Fei, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, be scared like this now, he must have seen something strange. I wondered.

Xiao Fei's soul flew nine days away, and it took half a day to come to his senses, his fingers trembled, and he was shaking and pointing everywhere in the house, but fortunately he could finally make a sound, he shouted loudly: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts in the house." ”

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