Hearing the call, Qin Yu couldn't help frowning. I respect you as a senior, but your attitude is too serious.

"Hey, my dad called you. "Feng Shuya has already introduced it just now, and the person who is talking is Wang Linpeng's son who came back from studying in the UK, Wang Yang, I don't know which university has a master's degree in business administration.

The chubby girl Li Ru next to him is Li Guangyuan's daughter. Li Guangyuan and Wang Linpeng have been very close for many years, so their children have a good relationship.

"Wang Yang, pay attention to your attitude!" Feng Shuya snorted lightly, there were so many elders present, she didn't dare to make a mistake, she could only mutter: "I really think of myself as a character, what." ”

"That's all I have to say, what's wrong?" Wang Yang said in a horizontal tone and lit a cigarette.

"Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for a year, your style hasn't changed at all. Li Ru was a little excited when she saw Feng Shuya eating deflated.

"You!" Feng Shuya was about to go crazy, Qin Yu patted her hand lightly, and whispered, "Okay, don't make noise, I'll take a look at the situation." ”

The private room was very large, and the eyes of almost twenty people at the two round tables were locked on Qin Yu. This feeling of being in the limelight is the first time for him, and he is a little nervous when he fights.

"Senior Wang, hello. ”

"Young man, Mr. Luo always said that you have a good eye, I, a half-old man, have been studying calligraphy and painting for decades, and I can't help but want to ask you, how many books have you read, how many materials have you read, and how many objects have you mastered?

This old man is sick, did I say from beginning to end that I have a good eye? Qin Yu scolded secretly in his heart, and quietly looked in the direction of Luo Tianming, only to see Luo Tianming pointing at Wang Linpeng and then at himself, making a cross gesture, with a wicked smile on his face.

Seeing him like this, Qin Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes. Dare to love these two old men and not deal with them themselves, Luo Tianming deliberately carried him out and blocked him in front as cannon fodder. But what kind of hatred do you two have, it is worth Wang Linpeng to speak so impulsively to a junior on the spot.

"Senior, this is all Mr. Luo's exaggerated statement, you misunderstood. Qin Yu tried to be as polite as possible.

"Okay, don't be modest, I just received the sub-word in the afternoon, and I brought it directly. I was going to take it out and give it to everyone, but since Mr. Luo said that you have a good eye, you can take a look first?"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Linpeng didn't care whether Qin Yu agreed or not, so he took out a painting tube and unscrewed it, took out a piece of rice paper from it and spread it on the table.

After the rice paper is spread out, it is one meter long, twenty or thirty centimeters wide, the paper has been yellowed, and one corner is still wrinkled, it looks like a vice old character, but fortunately the table is big enough, otherwise I am afraid it will not be able to put down. The ink on the paper is written vertically from right to left, which at first glance looks a little messy.

Among the antique dealers present, a few of them who knew calligraphy and painting couldn't help but jump in their hearts. Those who don't play calligraphy and painting, look at this set of characters but only feel messy, and the fonts on the paper are not uniform, one meter long rice paper, there are actually seven or eight fonts, eight or nine bell seals.

A few young juniors didn't know how to read, and discussed in a whisper: "What kind of thing is written here, it's messy, it's ugly." ”

Li Ru also asked Wang Yang in a low voice: "Brother Yang, this pair of characters that your father bought, it looks like that... Is it good?"

"Just kidding, can my dad buy all that 8,000 pieces of garbage? Of course it's good, you just can't understand it. Wang Yang raised his chin and said proudly. He accompanied Wang Linpeng to the gallery of a high-ranking person in the afternoon, and spent 320,000 yuan to buy this pair of characters. Although he can't read what is written, and he doesn't care who wrote it, but 320,000 words, can it be worse?

Qin Yu first looked at a few inscriptions' bell marks, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became. Long Sihe, Zheng Wuchang, Feng Zikai... These are all famous calligraphers and painters in modern times. After seeing the inscriptions of these people, Qin Yu turned to look at this pair of characters, and found that the cursive writing was really good, although the glyphs were chaotic but not scattered, and after looking at them carefully, the more he looked at them, the more he felt imposing.

Look at the bell seal again, the day view of the peak Taoist.

The name Riguan Peak Daoist was a little familiar, and Qin Yu felt as if he had seen it somewhere. Looking down at that work, the smooth writing, the flowing brushstrokes...

Qin Yu raised his head suddenly, and he remembered whose bell seal it was. Riguan Peak Daoist, isn't that the famous Prime Minister Liu Luoguo!

Almost instantly, Qin Yu wanted to put on his hiking bag and go to that era to take a good look at what the real person looked like in Liu Luoguo on TV. Although the circumstances could not allow him to do this, how could he be willing to miss such a good opportunity? After thinking about it, he still decided to take a risk.

As the scene changed again and again, Qin Yu returned to the private room of Bihai Building again after a trance. And all this is just a few seconds in the eyes of everyone.

The truth of the matter disappointed him a little.

Qin Yu didn't see Liu Luoguo in that time and space, just a group of calligraphers dressed plainly at the end of the Republic of China. They are not famous, but they have a lifelong love of calligraphy, and they study day after day, and everyone regards writing as the only pleasure in life.

This pair of characters was written by a person who had studied Liu Yong's calligraphy all his life, and the rest imitated the inscriptions of different calligraphers and painters, and finally completed such a work.

Although the technique has reached its peak, and even in terms of momentum, it is on par with Liu Yong and Liu Luoguo, but imitation is only imitation after all. Before Qin Yu left, he couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness when he watched them rejoice in imitation of a classic work.

Since you have invested such time and energy, why not create some works of your own? Even if they can never be discovered by the world, at least they are worthy of their own efforts. Instead of spending a lifetime of effort like this, all of them are making wedding dresses for others.

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"Young man, how are you reading, can you understand the words?" Wang Linpeng saw that Qin Yu kept bowing his head and was silent, thinking that he might not even be able to recognize all the words on it, so he asked.

"I'm sorry Senior Wang, I have very little contact with calligraphy and painting, and I really can't understand this pair of characters. After Qin Yu finished answering, he turned around and wanted to return to his position.

Feng Shuya's pretty face, which was originally full of anticipation, suddenly collapsed, and whispered, "Why can't you understand it, this is not normal?"

Faced with this question, Qin Yu really didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "There are so many types of antiques, and I haven't been exposed to calligraphy and painting, so it's not normal to understand it, right?"

"Wait!" Wang Linpeng wanted this answer, how could he let him go so easily.

"Is there anything else going on, senior?" Qin Yu was a little impatient.

"You don't know how the words are written, you always know what words are written, right?" Wang Linpeng was aggressive.

The young people around were a little embarrassed by this question, and said that fortunately it was not themselves who asked. This character is written in such a cursive way, who can recognize it if you have never been exposed to cursive writing?

Wang Yang grabbed Qin Yu, who wanted to leave, and said provocatively: "What about asking you! You don't understand good or bad, you always know the words, haven't you ever gone to school?"

Li Ru muttered in a low voice: "Hillbilly." ”

Qin Yu's heart began to get angry, these people have to inch inch, do they all think he is easy to bully? He stopped in place and asked Wang Yang expressionlessly: "So you know each other? Then you can just read it to everyone, what is written on it?"

"My dad asked you, and he didn't ask me. If you don't know each other, just say it, don't avoid it. Wang Yang didn't expect to be burned, so he wouldn't pretend to be forced if he knew it. He felt a little naïve now, and his heart was empty, but he still said it with a hard mouth.

Luo Tianming felt that he couldn't get off the stage, and if Qin Yu was disgraced, his face would not look good. Just as he wanted to open his mouth to make a round, Qin Yu had already returned to the round table and casually read out the contents of the rice paper.

He had already read the original text of the pen style, and this text had been walked through many times under the hands of those calligraphers of the Republic of China, and Qin Yu felt that he was about to be able to recite it.

"An old man who is strict, and a young man for four or five years。。。。。。。 His people must be sages. The back is not cursive, everyone can understand it. Qin Yu read it gently, speaking at an even speed, without a single pause.

Wang Linpeng was shocked in his heart, how long has it been, this kid can actually recognize all the words? You must know that when he saw this pair of characters at that time, it took him five or six minutes to fully understand them, and some of the words were still combined with context and general glyphs to finally determine.

couldn't help but Wang Linpeng, and everyone present was a little surprised. Zhao Liwen, another big bank specializing in calligraphy and painting, couldn't help but ask: "Young man, you really don't know calligraphy?"

Qin Yu suddenly grinned, his expression a little weird: "I just said that I can't understand this calligraphy." ”

The word "this", he bit very hard.

Luo Tianming was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy, how could Qin Yu not understand when he said this?

In the antique shop, some people will not easily comment on the authenticity of a thing for fear of offending people or saving some face. They often don't say it directly when they encounter imitations, and sometimes they will replace it with "I can't understand" or "I can't understand", which means that your piece is not genuine, I can't understand it, so you still don't look for me.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you take a closer look, don't you buy a thunderbolt?" Luo Tianming smiled like a flower.