Zhang Feng saw that He Xuan had not moved for a long time, and thought that he had forgotten about it, and was about to remind him, when Third Uncle He asked He Xuan: "Xiao Xuan, I heard that you also received a painting for your grandfather as a birthday gift, I don't know if you brought it today to open everyone's eyes first." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He Xuan was thinking about letting Zhang Feng be in the limelight, so that he could avoid this catastrophe, who knows which pot the third uncle will not open and which pot, if he has to force himself to the table, the words have already been said, there is no way, just lose his face He Xuan, but with Zhang Feng to help him, he is not as worried as before.

He Xuan moved slowly: "I've shown you such a beautiful Huangtian jade, why do you still want to see my paintings." He Xuan seemed a little reluctant.

Father He said sharply: "Don't bother, hurry up and bring it to everyone to see." "Why did this kid drop the chain at a critical moment, and took so much effort to invite Zhang Feng over, didn't he just want him to say that the painting was genuine.

Father He definitely didn't protect the calf at the critical moment, He Xuan saw that his father was urging him, and hurriedly went to the room to bring the painting tube, Zhang Feng saw He Xuan take the painting over, so he said: "It's not convenient to expand here, let's move to the side hall, let's enjoy it." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the big desk in the side hall, He Xuan seemed to be open-minded, took the painting out of the painting tube, and carefully unfolded it on the desk, Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel funny when he saw his clothes as if he were at home. He knew the worry in He Xuan's heart.

At this time, everyone gathered around, except for his father and third uncle, no one had seen this painting before, and even Old Man He had only heard of it, but had not seen it.

A few of Old Man He's friends came up and looked carefully, an old pedantic-looking person even took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at it carefully, it seems that these people are all prepared.

Everyone nodded in admiration, I didn't expect to see two big treasures at today's meal, it was really a waste of this trip. From the perspective of structure and layout, this painting does look like Tang Bohu's real handiwork, and someone said at this time: "This painting does look like a real handiwork, but unfortunately there is no inscription, almost meaningless." ”

He expressed it very tactfully, and did not directly say that it was false, but everyone in the industry knows that famous painters have inscriptions, especially Tang Bohu's paintings, which will write poems in the blank space, such as line script, cursive script, regular script, official script, etc., in order to increase the rhythm of the picture.

Tang Bohu's paintings pay more attention to the harmony and artistic conception of painting and poetry, and the inscription poems of Tang Bohu's paintings are interlocking with the theme of the painting, which highlights the emotion and artistic conception to the peak, which is also one of the reasons why Tang Bohu's paintings are so famous and valuable in later generations.

He Xuan knew that this issue would definitely be brought up to make a fuss, and he didn't speak, waiting for Zhang Feng to save him, with Zhang Feng's status in the antique world, as long as he Zhang Feng said that this painting was genuine, no one dared to question it.

At this time, He Xuan looked at Zhang Feng, as if asking for help, Zhang Feng looked confident, which made He Xuan feel a lot more relieved, Zhang Feng asked He Xuan to go out and get two clean wet towels.

Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine Zhang Feng sold in the gourd, everyone stopped studying the painting, and it depended on what Zhang Feng said, or if everyone saw the fork, what was really mysterious in it, or what else did this blank painting say.

I saw He Xuan come over, holding a tray in his hand, with two pieces of wet towels in it, and gently placed them on the side of the table.

Zhang Feng walked to the bookshelf, took a few pieces of rice paper, and took a few hard-shell books, everyone looked at Zhang Feng strangely, not knowing what he was going to do, He Xuan was even more nervous, what is this big brother going to do, didn't he just need to say a few words with his professional words, and then judge that this painting is genuine, isn't this matter over.

Now what kind of play is this, it's so complicated, it's like a trick, don't be self-defeating when you look back, they will both be laughed to death at that time, he will forget it, anyway, he is thick-skinned, and at this time, Zhang Feng will also lose his reputation, so isn't he He Xuan guilty.

I was worried in my heart, I saw Zhang Feng take out a very fine and very small folding knife from his trouser pocket, as soon as he opened it, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wings, Zhang Feng picked up the painting and looked at the light carefully, in fact, he had already seen it with his right eye that day, and he was completely sure of 120,000 points today, but the play had to be done.

Zhang Feng looked at it for a while, found a very subtle opening along the place of the painting scroll and slowly opened it, He Xuan looked at it, isn't this to destroy his painting, and was about to step forward to stop it, but was secretly pulled by Father He, Father He thought to himself, since he must have his own reasons for doing this.

And his son has already asked him to come over to make a play, so let him do a full set, he believes that Zhang Feng will not ruin this painting for no reason, otherwise he will smash his Zhang Feng's own signboard and reputation.

I saw that Zhang Feng dismantled the scroll above the painting after a while, but he did not damage the painting at all, "Good technique." Father He clapped his hands as he spoke, and everyone saw it and followed suit.

Zhang Feng continued his movements without distractions, only to see him take out a very small bottle from his coat pocket, hold a wet towel, and then pour the bottle directly into a palm-sized corner of the towel, then he grabbed the towel, and then directly pasted it on the painting with a book.

Zhang Feng quickly pasted the towel in one place for about three or four seconds, and immediately changed to another place to ensure that each place was evenly stained by the towel. Then put aside, Zhang Feng didn't speak, everyone didn't speak, and the whole room was so quiet that you could hear a needle falling on the ground.

Zhang Feng picked up the second towel, they thought that Zhang Feng was going to repeat the previous action, who knew that he just wiped his sweat, He Xuan rolled his eyes in his heart, this big brother let himself take two towels, it turned out that one of them was used to wipe sweat?

After only seeing for a while, something surprising appeared, there began to be a layer of something on the four sides of the painting shaft slightly warped, and gradually the whole painting was like a fried tiger skin pepper, and the whole thing got up, at this time Zhang Feng took a knife, starting from a corner, and uncovered him very seriously and carefully, little by little, everyone looked at his movements and hearts were lifted.

For fear that Zhang Feng would accidentally poke a hole in the painting, it would really be over, Zhang Feng's every action affected the hearts of everyone in the room, and everyone didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, watching him slowly uncover the top layer little by little.

After half a century, Zhang Feng finally succeeded in putting the upper layer next, everyone was relieved, Zhang Feng looked at He Xuan again, "You may need a towel, but you have to do it." He Xuan paused for a moment after hearing this, and immediately reacted. I ran out immediately, and after a while I came in with a dry towel.

Zhang Feng looked at it, and it was still two pieces, this kid. I saw that Zhang Feng took out a small bottle from his pocket as if he was playing a trick, poured the contents of the bottle with the other side of the towel just now, and then printed it in the blank space.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe, and was amazed again and again, Zhang Feng took out a very soft white paper towel-like thing, and carefully printed it on it, as if to absorb excess water, after doing all this, Zhang Feng opened this white towel again, and it was actually as big as this painting, just pasted on it.

Take a dry towel and cover it with a hard-shell book at both ends. After doing all this, Zhang Feng wiped his hands and said, "Okay, wait a while, everyone can go and sit first." ”

When everyone returned to the banquet, they couldn't help but sigh at Zhang Feng's exquisite technique and knowledge, "How did you know that there was another mystery under the painting?" Father He couldn't help but ask, even at his age, he had never seen such a scene.

Zhang Feng smiled slightly and explained to everyone: "In fact, it is normal for everyone to misunderstand that He Xuan bought a fake, Tang Bohu loved flowers, wine, moon, poetry, and beautiful women all his life. It is also an indispensable element in his paintings. ”

"Almost all of Tang Bohu's paintings are poems and songs, echoing the characters and scenery in the paintings, thus reminiscent of a broader world. So the painting does not have an inscription, apparently everyone thinks it is a fake. Zhang Feng took a sip of water and said.

Everyone nodded one after another, it was because of this that everyone agreed that He Xuan bought a fake to present to the old man, the He family didn't care about this money, He Xuan had also been mixed in the antique world for several years, if it was finally passed out to buy a fake for his grandfather's birthday, it would be a little bit of a drop.

"The reason why this painting will be covered by someone with a heart is actually a means to protect him, in the war years, our country has experienced turmoil, if you don't want to protect some cultural relics, I'm afraid these authentic works will be destroyed, or exiled abroad. Zhang Feng said heavily, this is also a thorn in his heart.

When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized, and the old scholars hurriedly congratulated Old Man He and said: "Old He, it is your blessing that you have such a good grandson, He Xuan is still so filial to you, you are blessed." "A few people, you say a word, I say a word, He Lao is in a good mood.

Zhang Feng saw that the time was almost up, so he came to the desk again, everyone followed, Zhang Feng moved everything away, and carried the painting to show everyone, a good picture of spring and autumn fragrance.

This is one of the most famous volumes of the ladies painted by Tang Bohu, the picture of spring and autumn fragrance, the peony flower in the hand of Qiu Xiang, implying that He Lao Hua is rich and rich, and He Shao has a heart. Zhang Feng's assist made He Xuan's face earn enough today, Young Master He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, clapped his hands and praised: "Good painting." ”

When Zhang Feng saw him like this, he couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart, how could he clap his hands and praise himself for being good. Father He's face was also happy.

Zhang Feng said to He Shao: "Go back and take the painting to my store, deal with it for you when the time comes, and then give you a new pair of scrolls." Now don't put it in the tube, just spread it out and put it in when you leave. Zhang Feng instructed carefully.

He Xuan put the painting on the desk as Zhang Feng had done before, and when he saw that everyone was back on the next seat, He Xuan asked in a low voice: "Could it be that you are deliberately trying to help me with the trick today, and will the words be gone tomorrow?" ”

Zhang Feng shook his head and said: "You are the real handiwork, who said that you are a fake, how can there be no words that come out." ”

He Xuan was still uneasy and asked again: "Then according to what you said, why didn't you tell me earlier, I was worried for a few more days in vain, and you didn't know that I didn't feel at peace until I took out the painting this afternoon." ”

"First, I'm afraid of things to help me, although I pulled you into the water to help me, I feel guilty, and secondly, I feel sad when I think that I actually sent a fake to my grandfather, and I want to pull you to cheat together, I am not filial to my family, and I am unfaithful to my friends. He Xuan said and said, he was sad.

When Zhang Feng saw him like this, he couldn't bear it a little, so he explained to him: "I'm afraid that you are too excited to tell you in advance that it is a genuine work, and you can't restrain yourself and go to uncover the painting, won't you lose even more when the time comes." Isn't that okay now? 100% authentic, I Zhang Feng vouch for my personality, tomorrow you will get up and write a lot of inscription seals, properly in. ”

This He Shao's personality is really like a child sometimes, and at this time, He Lao shouted next door, "Xiao Xuan, why haven't you come here yet." He Shaoyi heard his grandfather call him, and hurriedly urged Zhang Feng to go over.

The two walked to the table and sat down, and He Lao said to Zhang Feng again: "My Xiaoxuan is young and vigorous, and it is inevitable that there will be inconsiderate places outside, so you have to take care of it a lot." ”

Zhang Feng hurriedly replied: "He Lao is serious, He Shao is much better than me in dealing with people outside, and I still need to learn more from him." "Zhang Feng's modesty is exactly what the elders like the most.