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Calligraphy and painting in the category of antiques, has its very special side, it is compared with ceramics, bronze or other antiques, it is very difficult to collect and preserve, not to mention, and there are many differences. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For example, some antiques, if you add or delete something, it will be like painting a snake to add to it, so that its value will be doubled, but the calligraphy and painting are different.

Among the existing antique calligraphy and paintings, the more inscriptions or seals are added to them, the higher their collection value, because not only the calligraphy and painting itself are antiques, but also those who inscribe on them, often are also important figures in history, and their handwriting is originally precious, so that it is the icing on the cake.

There are even some works of small people who were originally unknown in the past dynasties, but after being collected and inscribed by some famous artists in later generations, they will become famous, and the price of their works will also rise in a straight line.

Because many of those who have made inscriptions on calligraphy and painting are themselves famous calligraphers and painters or historical celebrities, in some calligraphy and paintings, the value of inscriptions by collectors of past generations is often many times higher than the value of the work itself.

And if the master wants to inscribe this painting, it is not only the icing on the cake, but also the meaning of its name, with the old man's reputation in the Chinese collecting world, as long as he inscribes the word and stamps the bell seal, this painting of Lang Shining is a sure thing, as far as the country is concerned, no one will raise any objections to its authenticity.

"Teacher, moisten the pen......"

Since Mr. has not written for anyone during this time, his brush must first moisten the pen, that is, wet the pen with water, and then hang the pen upside down until the pen regains its toughness, because if the pen is not moistened, the hair will become brittle and easy to break, and the elasticity is not good.

This is a rat whisker pen, specially designed for writing small characters, is made of domestic mouse sideburns, the pen line is pure and smooth, sharp, the font written is soft with rigid, Wang Xizhi's famous "Lanting Collection Preface", that is, written with this pen.

Mr. asked Zhuang Rui to unfold the scroll, and after thinking about it for a while, he immediately dipped it in ink, and wrote in the blank space of the scroll: On the fifth day of the first month of the first month of the year of Yiyou, I was happy to see Lang Shining's long painting, xx left, such a line of words, and then asked the nephew standing on the side to pass his own seal, and pressed it hard at the inscription.

Although there are only a few words of one or twenty words, it can be seen that Mr.'s words are as elegant and ancient as ever, with the atmosphere of a book, and with a sense of free and casual, as unfettered as his thoughts, which is also an original calligraphy of Mr.

"Thank you, thank you sir......"

Zhuang Rui didn't expect such an unexpected surprise this time, and he didn't have the time to thank the master.

"It's okay, in the future, get back more things that our country has lost abroad, then it's okay......"

The old man waved his hand, and the smile on his face was very bright, yes, it can only be described as brilliant, because that kind of innocent smile that is almost like a child, and words from the heart, can easily dispel the haze in people's hearts and make people unconsciously become cheerful.

"Teacher, your eyes and hearing have improved, I thought we should go to the hospital for a check-up, right?"

Seeing the old man's gaze, still staying on the picture of Lang Shining, the golden fat man said cautiously, no one wants to go to the hospital for the New Year, even if the teacher has an open-minded personality, he is not willing to go.

The old man smiled and waved his hand, and said, "You little fat man, the teacher is in good health, people in their 90s, they earn an extra day, and it doesn't matter if they go to the hospital or not......"

"Let's go and see, Xiao Jin parked the car just now and went downstairs......" The old man's nephew was also persuaded by the gang.

"Okay, you guys...... Maybe I won't be able to see anything when I get back from the hospital......"

The old man shook his head again and again, but he still agreed, and just as the fat man walked behind him and was about to push the wheelchair, the old man suddenly said: "Wait, this little friend is here today, I want to write a letter for him......"

The master never felt how much his words could be worth, although most of the people who came to visit him came to ask for words, but those who did not ask for words, the old man often took the initiative to write to them when he could do it.

This is also the old man's very kind side, there are a lot of fake Mr. calligraphy works on the market, once Mr. and a friend went to the calligraphy and painting shop together, the friend pointed to one of the calligraphy that was being sold and asked: "Is this character real or fake?" Mr. smiled and said: "Better than me." ”

Many people once suggested that he trace the origin of fake calligraphy and paintings, and Mr. smiled faintly and said: "It is also a good thing to exchange my words for some firewood, rice, oil and salt, which can be regarded as a good fate." ”

The golden fat man knew the purpose of Zhuang Rui's visit today, so he stopped his hand and said, "Teacher, he really wants to ask you to write a letter, he has a store in Panjiayuan, and wants you to write a name......

"Okay, I can't write too many words while sitting, try to write as big as possible, you can take it and enlarge it and then engrave the sign......"

The old man thought very carefully, and asked the fat man to take a pen with large characters, and after polishing the pen, he looked at Zhuang Rui and asked, "Little friend, what are you going to name the store?"

Zhuang Rui hurriedly replied: "The name is Rui Xuan Zhai, my girlfriend and I are about to get engaged, just take one word from my name and one word from her name, sir, do you think this is okay?"

The old man pondered for a while and said: ""Confucius's Family Language, Three Forgiveness" said: Wise and wise, keep it foolish, "Book of Songs, Wei Feng, Boxi" has an allusion to daylily forgetting worries, the ancients can also call men and women yin and yang, yin in front and yang in the back, young man, I think your store name, it is better to take Xuan from its sound, called Xuanrui Zhai, do you think it is okay?"

Zhuang Rui thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt wonderful, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in the four treasures of the study, most of the paper refers to rice paper, and the jade jewelry handed down from ancient times is the wisdom of the predecessors, and the name Xuan Ruizhai is far more clever than his own.

"Thank you, Mr. for the name, it's Xuan Ruizhai!" Zhuang Rui agreed without hesitation.

After the old man laid the rice paper in the golden fat man, he lifted the pen and hung his wrist, and wrote these three words on the paper, although the font is not very large, but it is timeless and free and easy, vigorous and powerful, Zhuang Rui was about to applaud, the old man suddenly shook his head, and said very dissatisfied: "Not good, write another ...... again"

"Brother Jin, don't throw it, I'll keep ......"

Zhuang Rui saw that the golden fat man took those three words aside, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, this is Mr.'s ink treasure, the master is not satisfied, he is satisfied.

"Haha, if you want to write the scrap, I will also write you an inscription......"

The old man laughed, motioned for Zhuang Rui to put the painting on the table, inscribed his name, and then wrote it again for Zhuang Rui.

The old man was very serious in his work, and he didn't stop until the fifth piece of paper, and he was satisfied with this one, but Zhuang Rui was even more satisfied, because the first four sheets, the old man also inscribed his name.

For Zhuang Rui, this is not only a calligraphy work, but also represents the seriousness and perseverance of the old man, which is more worthy of Zhuang Rui's cherishment.

"Wait, I'll write another ......"

The old man is in good spirits today, perhaps because he hasn't written for a long time, so the fat man Jin laid out a piece of rice paper again, looked up and asked the names of Zhuang Rui and Qin Xuanbing, and then wrote on it with a pen: "The piano is harmonious, and the beads are perfect".

And the inscription is: I wish Xiaoyou Zhuang Rui, Qin Xuan Bingxian and his wife raise their eyebrows, forever tie the knot, and the fifth day of the first month of the XX Yiyou year.

"Thank you, thank you sir......"

Looking at the appearance of the master's forehead covered with sweat and his hands covered with ink, Zhuang Rui's eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

I just know the fat man, and Mr. is really a relationship that can't be played together, but I didn't expect the master to write such a congratulatory message to himself after the inscription, Zhuang Rui was really moved by Mr.'s actions.

Compared with those high-ranking officials who have to charge tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of pen fees for writing a dog-like character, the master's behavior of responding to requests for words without distinction between classes and nobility is really something Zhuang Rui didn't expect before, and he was deeply impressed by the old man's personality charm.

"No, no, you're a guest, the two of them are fine......"

After washing the old man's hands, he and the golden fat man set up the old man's wheelchair one left and one right, and the old man waved his hand again and again, signaling for his nephew to carry it.

"Sir, this is nothing, I'm not carrying an ordinary person, you're a giant panda......"

Zhuang Rui knew that the old man was humorous and open-minded by nature, so he made a joke.

"Okay, if it's really a giant panda, then you two can't lift it......"

The old man laughed out loud and didn't insist any longer, but when he opened the door, he was blown in the cold wind on his face, and the whole person shivered.

What the old man didn't know was that at that moment, the aura in Zhuang Rui's eyes surged into the old man's body from behind him, and he didn't skimp on the amount of aura at all.

Zhuang Rui has nothing else to help the old man, only by using this method can he make himself feel more comfortable, and this is also the first time he has risked the discovery of his aura to regulate the body of others.

"It's long overdue to go out for a walk, this cool breeze blows, and the body is quite comfortable......"

Zhuang Rui's aura was a cool feeling when it entered the body, but then he could feel that there would be an indescribable sense of comfort in his body, and when Zhuang Rui almost exhausted the aura in his eyes, even if the old man's body functions were degraded greatly, he still felt it.

After sending the old man to the golden fat man's car, Zhuang Rui, under the leadership of the old man's nephew and child, tearfully retrieved a few words written by the old man to himself, there was no way not to shed tears, the aura in his eyes was almost exhausted this time.