"This is a board, used to flatten, dry the heart, mounting and various mounting materials, you don't know how to dry the rod? Of course, it is used to dry the processed compound paper, colored paper and various materials. ”

Song Jun explained these tools in the room to Zhuang Rui, and at the same time taught Zhuang Rui a lesson, as if he wanted to return the anger he had suffered before to Zhuang Rui's body.

"This is the copy table, the pen, the brown brush, the ruler and the cutting board, the stone? that is the stone, also called the grinding stone, which is used to calender and smooth the back of the mounting. ”

Zhuang Rui also felt novel when he entered here, it was rare that Song Jun wanted to be a teacher, so he asked one by one, but Old Man Fang was impatient, and he snorted heavily, and said to Zhuang Rui: "Young man, come here, open this painting stall on the copy table, Song boy, why do you like to go, don't make trouble here." ”

Song Jun scratched his head, he didn't speak, he wasn't stupid, the old man's performance just now made him feel a little wrong, and naturally wanted to stay and see what was mysterious in this painting.

The copy table is made of glass top, with a built-in fluorescent lamp, and on top of the copy table, there is also a fluorescent lamp, which is used to uncover the broken old paintings, and must have a very strong light to avoid the slightest carelessness and damage to the old paintings.

Zhuang Rui unfolded the scroll and spread it on the copy table, Old Man Fang first turned on the fluorescent lamp in the table, and after observing for a while, he turned on the fluorescent lamp at the top of his head, under the strong light, he wanted to see what changes would occur, but after a while, Old Man Fang shook his head in disappointment and turned off the two lights.

"Go and ...... the basin of water"

The old man's eyes did not leave the picture scroll, and he commanded in his mouth, Zhuang Rui hurriedly picked up the basin in the corner of the room, walked outside the door and took a plate of water in.

When Zhuang Rui came in, he found that the heaven and earth pole and the shaft head of the painting shaft had been taken down by the old man Fang, and only a picture scroll remained.

When Zhuang Rui brought the basin over, the old man used a brush the size of a nail clipper in his hand, dipped it in the water, and then brushed it on the lower left corner of the scroll, the water absorption of the paper is very good, as soon as the brush touches the paper, it is immediately absorbed, and then the old man continues to dip the water to brush, after three or five times, the lower left corner of the place about five or six centimeters square has been soaked.

After waving his hand and letting Zhuang Rui take the basin away, Old Man Fang stretched out two fingers and twisted them slightly in the corners, and the picture scroll, which was originally one, was immediately divided into two pieces of paper, but there were no three pieces of paper as Zhuang Rui imagined.

"Xiaozhuang, right, I suspect that there is another mystery in this painting, I want to uncover a few more layers on this rice paper, but this painting is made of cooked rice paper, which is relatively brittle, I am afraid that when the layer is removed, it may be damaged, what do you mean?"

If this painting is an object of Song Jun, I am afraid that the old man will start directly, but the owner of the painting is Zhuang Rui, he naturally has to ask first, otherwise the painting will be uncovered and damaged, if there is nothing inside, it is not easy to explain, although he is a generation of framing masters, but also responsible for the guests.

At this moment, Zhuang Rui's heart was already happy, but the old man on the other side was still a little surprised, and asked with a puzzled face: "How many layers can such a thin painting be revealed?"

"If others can't do it, I can, you say, if you agree, I'll reveal it, and if you don't agree, take the painting away. Old Man Fang replied dryly.

Zhuang Rui pretended to think for a while before he spoke: "Okay, Grandpa Fang, anyway, this painting is fake, let's spend three thousand yuan to see your old craftsmanship." ”

"It's hard to say whether it's true or not......

The old man replied meaningfully, not that he thought Zhuang Rui could see through the mystery, but that he had already guessed a ** out of ten in his heart.

Seeing that Zhuang Rui nodded and agreed, the old man also came to his senses, the weather was still a little cold in March, so he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, took out many bottles and cans in the house, as if he was dispensing medicine, poured some liquid into the basin that Zhuang Rui and Song Jun couldn't understand, and then asked Zhuang Rui to take it and stir it.

After Zhuang Rui stirred for about ten minutes, the liquid in this basin, which was originally like a paste, actually turned transparent and very thin, and after the old man saw it, he asked for the basin and put it at his feet, and then spread the "Li Duanduantu" on the table in turn.

Then the old man Fang found a brand new row of brushes, put the soft bristles into the basin, and after the transparent liquid soaked the row of brushes, he immediately brushed up on the back of the painting, with one hand, as if writing calligraphy, and the force was even, in a moment, the length and width of the painting was 187 * 72 cm long, and it had been all brushed with this transparent liquid.

This is not over, the old man took out a hand-pressed watering can from the room, and sprayed it on the painting brushed with transparent liquid, the spout of the pot is extremely fine, and the water sprayed out is basically foggy, after the water comes into contact with the picture, it immediately blends into it, but Zhuang Rui and Song Jun, who are staring at the side and observing carefully, find that the water is only attached to the surface of the painting, and has not penetrated at all.

"Alright, you two go outside and wait......"

At the critical moment, Old Man Fang gave an eviction order, which made Zhuang Rui and Song Jun very frustrated, just like watching a football game, but the power went out when the striker started to shoot empty goals, which made people a little itchy.

However, the law does not pass on the six ears, these old artists attach great importance to the inheritance of the teacher's rites, and the craft of uncovering the layer is very easy to be used by some people with bad intentions, Song Jun and Zhuang Rui are not his students, so naturally they can't see the core technology of the layer, you know, in today's society, there are still people with such skills, there are absolutely only a handful.

Before the liberation, some craftsmen would do some things to uncover and frame paintings in order to make huge profits.

As we all know, rice paper is very easy to render with ink, almost every layer can be soaked in the pen and ink of the calligrapher and painter, after the counterfeiter will remove the layer, a painting will become two or three, but the more layers are revealed, the more the pen and ink on each painting will be lighter, the counterfeiter will use the rice paper to frame several layers, and then add the same in the light place of the pen and ink, after processing, the deceptive effect is better, almost the true and false are difficult to distinguish.

If the level of calligraphy and painting that needs to be framed is average or the skill of the framer is mediocre, it will not or dare to falsify, if the famous painting encounters a master, the danger of being uncovered will be greatly increased. Therefore, many calligraphers and painters do not send precious paintings and calligraphy to the hands of framers, but do it themselves and frame them themselves.

Old Man Fang's skills have not been passed on, and even among his few proud disciples, only two or three people have been able to teach them, although Zhuang Rui and Song Jun are outsiders, the old man doesn't want them to see it.

The two waited in the living room for about half an hour, during which Zhuang Rui ran back to the Mercedes-Benz car, let the two little guys wind for a while, and waited until the tea was served three times before the old man opened the door of the framing room, with a very tired look on his face, but his eyes were bright and excited.

"Xiaozhuang, you're lucky. ”

The first sentence after the old man came out made Song Jun and Zhuang Rui not understand why, but Zhuang Rui's appearance was naturally pretended.

"Come in with me. ”

Old Man Fang didn't explain, turned around and walked back, Zhuang Rui and Song Jun followed closely, and as soon as they entered the room, they saw two paintings pasted on the flat wall.

Obviously, the Tang Bohu "Li Duanduantu" that has been hidden for half a century, to this day is to show the true face, Zhuang Rui stepped forward and carefully made a comparison between the two paintings, the content of the two paintings is naturally the same, but in the subtleties of the characters' expressions, you can distinguish the difference at a glance, the characters on one painting are dull and godless, and the picture has cracks, while the other lady on it is looking forward to the brilliance, the expression is realistic, and it is suspected that she wants to get out of the painting.

"This ...... This, how is this possible, Grandpa Fang, how is this possible?"

Song Jun is different from Zhuang Rui, Zhuang Rui just stood in front of the painting and simply admired it, but Song Jun was holding a magnifying glass and almost pasted his face on, and when he had to put down the magnifying glass, he was already surprised and couldn't speak.

Song Jun is also a person who has been playing calligraphy and painting for a long time, so he can naturally distinguish the authenticity of the two paintings in front of him, looking at the bright red bell seals on the "Li Duanduan Tu" that was revealed, and the famous characters represented by each bell seal, with Song Jun's professional level of immersion in calligraphy and painting for many years, it can almost be concluded that this painting is the authentic work of Tang Bohu's hand.

"What's impossible, do you want to say, "Li Duanduantu" is now in Nanjing? Hmph, I saw that the painting had traces of forgery, although it was also painted by the Ming Dynasty, but it was not the real work of Tang Bohu, this painting was born, I look at the old faces of those people, where to put it, haha. ”

Old Man Fang seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the person who had appraised the "Li Duanduan Picture" in Nanjing, and he was smiling heartily at the moment, while Song Jun looked at Zhuang Rui with an incredible expression on his face.

"Brother Song, there is another painting in this painting, and the two paintings seem to be similar. ”

Zhuang Rui pretended to be very innocent and asked Song Jun.

"You...... You, almost, sent to the sky, I said you kid, why is it so good luck, Wang Shizhen's manuscript was touched by you, and you went to the black market to buy a fake painting that no one else wants, and there is a genuine painting hidden in it, my Song Jun has been playing in this industry for twenty or thirty years, why have I never picked up such a leak. ”

Song Jun looked at Zhuang Rui and shook his head incessantly, but he didn't doubt that Zhuang Rui could see the authenticity of this painting in advance, after all, this painting has been reversed several times, and it has also been appraised by many people, and its professionalism is far from being comparable to Zhuang Rui.