Just now, Wang Guan has been comparing the two portraits, and it is inevitable that he will be a little distracted. But now that I was looking at the colorful portraits, I immediately noticed signs of the unusual.

"The picture of this picture doesn't seem to be painted......

Wang Guan stretched out his hand and gently touched the painting, feeling that the texture was obviously different. If it is a painted pattern, then no matter how rich the ink color is, it can only penetrate the fabric. Moreover, the rendering of pen and ink is often a large and continuous.

However, when Wang Guan looks at the color of this picture now, although it is very fine, each color spot is distinct, and it does not look like a painting, but a figure woven with silk threads.

"It looks like it's really knitted."

At the same time, Wang Guan picked up the picture and looked at it through the light, only to see that the portrait was clearly layered, and the silk thread was fine and rich. In particular, the figures and tigers on the paintings are vivid and lifelike, as if they were carved up, and the technique can be described as ingenious. Suddenly, Wang Guan had no doubts, he was sure that the portrait on the cloth was not painted, but woven.

"It's silk, brocade? Embroidery? No, this should be...... Silk Thread! ”

Suddenly, Wang Guan put down the image and immediately rushed into the study, and began to rummage through the books on silk. I have to say that the books that Qian Lao gave him are all-encompassing, including more than a dozen introductions to silk.

Wang Guan took the book out and read it while reading it, and at the same time corroborated it with the colorful pictures, and finally determined that this picture was indeed a silk work of the Ming Dynasty.

Silk is actually a craft. The so-called 缂 is the same as the engraving of the carving. That's because when the silk is reeled, there are some broken marks between the silks, similar to the image of knife carving. Hanging to watch the silk work, it feels like a hollow carved thing, so there is a saying that the silk (carved) silk.

Like Shu brocade, Suzhou embroidery, silk and satin and other things that were precious in ancient times, the weaving process of silk works is extremely meticulous, and the surviving fine products are extremely rare. So it has the reputation of an inch of silk and an inch of gold.

Wang Guan took a look. I found that the silk picture in my hand is about one meter three long, more than 70 centimeters wide, and the whole picture is woven with colorful, very fine silk threads, and the pattern is rich in three-dimensionality, extremely gorgeous.

What amazed Wang Guan even more was that such a large-scale work did not have much weight in his hand, and the texture was soft and light. It can be described as thin as a cicada's wings. Especially under the illumination of the light, those colorful silk threads even exude a layer of metal-like luster, which looks brilliant, brilliant and magnificent.

The hair and eyebrows of the characters in the painting include wrinkles on their clothes, as well as details such as the tiger's eyes, spotted hair, and so on. They are all expressed by weaving silk threads one by one. The image is vivid. Reflecting the superb level of silk craftsmanship at that time, it is no wonder that some people praise silk works as the saint of weaving.

After a long time, he felt that his eyes were a little sore, and then he reluctantly put down the picture, ready to rest and continue to admire.

However, when I put down the silk picture. The soft and lightweight fabric is gently flipped to reveal the back. Wang Guan glanced at it casually and was taken aback again. I saw that the pattern on the back of the silk was exactly the same as the front. Wang Guan was stunned, hurriedly looked at the portrait in reverse, and found that it was really true, there was no difference between the front and back portraits at all.

Discover this. Wang Guan hurriedly flipped through the book again, only to realize that he had missed some details of the silk. While ashamed, Wang Guan put aside his eagerness and read seriously......

"Ding-dong, ding-dong!"

I don't know how long it took, but when he heard a burst of sound in his ears, Wang Guan opened his eyes in a daze, and immediately saw a large area of sunlight pouring in from the window, which seemed to be dawn.

Wang Guan rubbed his eyes, and found that there were still a few books beside him, and he was a little awake for a long time, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to be reading too late last night, and then somehow fell asleep.

At this time, Wang Guan felt a little sleep-deprived, and couldn't help yawning, his brain was still a little ignorant. At that moment, his cell phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, most of the sleepiness in Wang Guan's mind receded like a tide, and he hurriedly reached out to answer the phone. I wanted to say hello vigorously, but when the words came to my mouth, they turned into a low and lazy voice: "Uncle De, morning." ”

"It's still early, it's already past ten o'clock."

Gao Dequan said angrily: "I'm outside, come out and open the door." ”

"Oh!"

Wang Guan nodded instinctively, turned off the mobile phone casually, and then stood up abruptly, walked out of the bedroom, crossed the hall, and walked to the door, successfully entered the password on the lock key screen, and opened the door.

"Uncle De, good morning......"

Pushing the door open half of the door casually, Wang Guan called lazily, but there was still a little residual sleepiness, which made his head dizzy and lowered, his eyes were half-open and half-narrowed, and he seemed to see six legs in front of him in a trance.

"Early in the morning, there was a ghost."

Wang Guan muttered, patted his forehead, closed his eyes again, covered his mouth and yawned.

At the same time, Gao Dequan complained: "You went to be a thief last night, and no one answered several calls to you just now, so I thought something happened to you." ”

"What can happen is that I was too late to read yesterday, so I went to bed a little late. Uncle De, let's talk about something first. Wang Guan said in a daze, then turned around and walked towards the building like a walking corpse.

"Well, come in." Gao Dequan said, and after a while, he closed the door. Wang Guan walked far away, did not notice the abnormality, continued to walk forward, and after returning to the hall, he fell down on the long sofa.

After a while, Wang Guan heard footsteps at the door of the hall, and he didn't mean to get up, but said vaguely: "Uncle De, I only came back yesterday, there is nothing at home, if you want to drink water, go to the kitchen and pour it yourself......"

In an instant, the hall fell silent, silent, as if a cold wind was blowing.

After half a ring, I heard a person gritting his teeth and shouting angrily: "Su... Manager, I'm sure he did it on purpose, definitely deliberately ignoring us. ”

"Uncle De, please don't make noise, let me sleep a little longer." Wang Guan said in a daze, God is pitiful, he seems to have gone to bed at three or four o'clock in the morning, right? Now there is severe sleep deprivation.

"Wang Guan, don't sleep anymore, there are guests visiting, you have to pay attention to your image."

At the same time, Gao Dequan's voice sounded in the hall, and then excused him: "This kid, I guess I'm too tired, don't mind." ”

"It's okay, we can wait."

Suddenly, someone spoke, and the voice was very soft, tactful and long.

"Guest, who?"

At this time, Wang Guan tried to open his eyelids and looked over in a daze.

This look, some points are like a mirror flowers, looking at flowers in the fog, hazy. However, in general, Wang Guan could also tell that there were indeed three people in the hall.

Needless to say, Gao Dequan is very familiar, and you can know that it is him at a glance.

Next to Gao Dequan, it seemed to be a young man in his twenties, wearing a clean and neat suit, and a pair of leather shoes under his feet were polished brightly, and could even reflect the light.

The young man seemed to be angry now, his face was full of anger, and his eyes glared as if they could kill. When he saw this person, Wang Guan always felt that something was missing from him...... What's missing?

By the way, it's glasses, where are the gold-rimmed glasses? Wang looked confused, but in fact he already knew the identity of the person who came, it was the sissy Mu Yue yesterday.

Knowing who this person was, Wang Guan didn't bother to look at him, his gaze skipped directly and fell on the last person.

At first glance, although she didn't see it clearly, but just by feeling, Wang Guan knew that this was a beauty, only to see her jet-black hair coiled high, her figure was very slender, and she was wearing a black tights that were over her waist.

The dress was probably cotton, and it looked thin and soft, wrapping around her body, highlighting the lightness and grace of the undulating and curvaceous curves. Under the tights, the contraction of the lower abdomen and the slender and wonderful curve of the waist are integrated, like a willow swaying in the wind, which is very graceful and colorful.

I don't know why, Wang Guan just glanced at it, and there was an indescribable familiarity, and the memory in his brain began to roll, as if there were fragments of images sweeping back, and finally put together to freeze the picture.

"Su Yu!"

Wang Guan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up slightly, and immediately saw that her delicate facial features were hidden by a pair of big black-framed glasses, showing a capable atmosphere.

Suddenly, Wang Guan no longer doubted, then stood up lazily, and said casually: "Uncle De, you help greet the guests, I'll go wash my face......"

As he spoke, Wang Guan walked towards the room, his pace seemed to be slow and fast, and he disappeared into the corner in a blink of an eye.

Not long after, after washing his face, brushing his teeth, and changing into clean clothes, Wang Guan, who was refreshed, walked out and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that there were guests coming, so I was lazy." ”

"Pretend, continue to pretend, two big living people are standing in front of you, are you embarrassed to say that you don't know?" At the right time, Mu Yue muttered in a low voice: "I didn't see it unless I was blind." ”

"Assistant Mu!"

Mu Yue's voice was very small, only Su Yu next to her heard it, and then she glanced over with her bright eyes, her expression was very serious, and her tone was even more cold: "Now that Mr. Gao and Mr. Wang are here, you know what to do." ”

"I ...... Got it. Mu Yue was very reluctant, and wanted to be confused, but when he saw Su Yu's cold eyes, he had to walk up, bow ninety degrees, and shout: "Mr. Gao, Mr. Wang, I was wrong yesterday, I'm sorry, please forgive me." ”

Mu Yue looked like he was apologizing, but his voice was dry, his attitude was stiff, and he didn't mean to apologize at all. Not to mention Gao Dequan, who has a lot of experience, even Wang Guan, who has little social experience, can also see that he is obviously forced by Su Wenyi's pressure to make this move.

Without the slightest sincerity, there is no difference at all between apologizing and not apologizing. Therefore, Gao Dequan and Wang Guan had no interest in talking, but just watched from the sidelines to see how Mu Yue jumped.