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A month later.

In the old man's study, Qian Yu was standing respectfully aside.

"Qianyu, come and see this painting."

The old man beckoned Chiba over, and at the same time took out a painting from the drawer, unfolded it halfway, and placed it on the table.

Qian Yu stepped forward, looked at the painting carefully, and gently pinched the material of the paper with his hand, and after observing it for a long time, he said: "Master, this seems to be Master Feng's "Lady Holding a Peach" during the Republic of China, right?" Judging from the style of painting and brushwork, it is indeed the consistent style of Master Feng's painting, and this paper is also a unique rice paper in Shanghai at the beginning. ”

"Yes, the little one has grown a little."

The old man smiled and patted Qian Yu's head, then picked up the painting, sighed and said, "Being able to judge from the paper materials and painting style means that you have made progress again." Still, it's not enough. The reason why I asked you to see this painting today is because I want to teach you a good lesson. ”

As he spoke, the old man unfolded the painting completely, and Qian Yu looked at it intently, and then found something different.

"Master, this ...... This painting seems to be a little strange. ”

After the old man completely unfolded the whole painting, Qian Yu looked up and down, only to find that this painting was completely different from the paintings that the old man had shown him before, whether it was real or imitation.

If you just look at the top half, there is nothing wrong with the painting itself, but if you look at it as a whole, Chiba feels a little awkward. Although this painting seems to have a consistent style of painting and is impeccable, Qian Yu always feels that something is wrong, but he can't say what is strange for the time being.

"Hehe, little one, you can see that too?"

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, and then put the painting back on the table.

As he spoke, the old man gently stroked the painting with his hand, as if talking to himself, and told Qian Yu with a wry smile about the origin of the painting: "This painting was taken back from a private exchange meeting many years ago. At that time, I was too young and trusted my expertise and luck too much, and when I saw only the top half of the painting, I bought it back home. ”

"When I got home and opened the painting, I noticed something unusual. Later, after many inquiries, I finally learned that this "Lady Holding a Peach" had been damaged due to the war in the early years, and only the first half of it was left in the world. Later, I don't know which master copied the lower part again, and even the paper was made of rice paper, which was unique to Shanghai at that time, and it was forged so that people could hardly see any flaws, so I have to admit that it was indeed an eye-catcher. ”

"This ...... Even Master, can you be deceived? ”

After listening to the old man's account in amazement, Qian Yu couldn't help but blurt out with some surprise. Qian Yu has been learning the knowledge of antique appraisal with the old man for half a year, and he is naturally very clear about the old man's profound attainments in antiques. What is this painting so sacred that it can make a master like the old man make a big mistake?

The old man sighed, shook his head, and said to Qianyu: "Alas, at that time, the old man was also young and vigorous, I thought that with what I had learned for many years, I could appreciate antiques, but I didn't know that the culture accumulated over the past five thousand years is as vast as a sea of smoke, and there are so many folk masters, and it is normal to be eye-catching." At that time, I blamed the old man for being too confident and greedy, otherwise he would not have been deceived so easily. ”

After speaking, the old man stretched out his hand, gently patted the little head of Qian Yu standing beside him, and said to Qian Yu with a look of relief: "You are young, you are really fast at learning something." It's only been a month, and although you don't know why, you can see that this painting is weird, and it's already very rare. However, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened in the antique circle, so let me tell you a story. ”

During the Republic of China, there was once a master of national arts, and his real name has gradually been forgotten by people, and now people only know his nickname, calling him "Leng Yan". The reason why he is called "cold eye" is because he is a strange man with a tricky temper, and he has a habit of looking at a painting only to know the authenticity of it immediately, so he has become famous.

Leng Yan is quite accomplished in antique appraisal, so he relied on his unparalleled connoisseurship, arrogant, and never put anyone in his eyes, which offended many people.

Once, a person who had always been dissatisfied with his temperament brought Leng Yan a painting for him to appreciate, and made a bet with him that if his Leng Yan's appraisal results were accurate, he would be promised 10,000 taels of gold. But if Leng Yan can't distinguish the authenticity of the painting, or if the final appraisal result is wrong, Leng Yi must admit in public that he is a vain and quit the antique appraisal industry.

How could the arrogant cold glance have ever been so provoked? The ten thousand taels of gold were worse than dung in his eyes, but someone dared to question his identification ability so blatantly, and he couldn't sit still at this time. So, Leng glanced at the case on the spot, and without thinking about it, he took the person's challenge in front of everyone.

A few days later, the man brought the painting over. The man took the painting in front of Leng Yan, placed it on the table, and slowly opened the scroll of the painting.

Leng Yan stood in front of the painting and looked at it carefully. When the man first opened the painting, Leng Yiyan already had some guesses in his heart, and by the time the man unfolded the painting to a third of the way, Leng Yiyan was already roughly seventy or eighty percent sure, and by the time the man had just unfolded the painting halfway, Leng Yiyan had already come to a confident conclusion. According to his habit, there was no need to look any further when the conclusion was reached, so he raised a hand:

This painting was painted by King Ximeng of the Northern Song Dynasty when he was 18 years old, but he died shortly after he created it. It is a green landscape painting work at that time, and it is also one of the top ten famous paintings in China. This painting depicts the splendid mountains and rivers of the motherland at that time with the expression technique of 'a thousand miles away' and precise brushwork. The painting depicts undulating mountains and vast rivers and lakes. ”

The layout technique is close to the mountains and rivers, and the fishing villages and wild markets are drawn next to them, the water pavilion and song platform, the thatched huts, and the long bridge of ink and wash, and at the same time interspersed with fishing, boating, walking, rushing, playing and other character activities. Look at it again. ”

Speaking, Leng glanced at the finger on the painting, "The characters in the painting are fine, depicted in detail, although the characters are as small as beans, but the attitude is lifelike, although the birds are light, but they are quite soaring, this is indeed Wang Ximeng's true handiwork." ”

Now that he had come to his conclusion, he felt that there was no need to continue looking at it at Leng Yan, so he waved his hand impatiently, asked the man to put the painting away, and then announced his appraisal results in public.

The result of the cold glance is that this painting is 100% genuine, and it is undoubtedly "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

However, the man who provoked Leng Yan smiled and said nothing, he just pushed the scroll of the painting on the table with a big push, so that the whole picture of the painting was completely displayed in front of Leng Yi.

Leng glanced at it, but he was shocked that a cold sweat flowed faintly from his sideburns, and the previous unstoppable demeanor had been completely replaced by panic and surprise at this time. This cold glance could no longer care about maintaining the calm and steady appearance that he had always had, and he panicked and threw himself in front of the painting, his eyes widening.

Because the top half of the painting is indeed genuine, but when the second half of the painting is unfolded, it is not the same. Although the painting is quite perfect, the second half is not Wang Ximeng's authentic work. It seems that the lower half has been lost or destroyed for some reason, but what is in front of you has been replaced.

He hurried up to the man in a panic, tugged at the hem of the man's clothes, and angrily asked the man what was the matter with the painting, and then accused the man that it was clearly a trap he had deliberately set to deceive himself.

Faced with Leng Yiyan's embarrassed appearance of miscalculation and defeat because of his conceit, the man was even more proud, but his attitude was quite cold and claimed that it had nothing to do with him, and it was clear that Leng Yiyan refused to look at the lower half of the painting, and said that Leng Yiyan was willing to gamble and lose, and fulfill his promise to quit the antique appraisal industry as soon as possible.

Like a genius whose heart is higher than the sky and whose eyes are empty, he usually sees his face as more important than anything else, and sometimes even has a kind of paranoia, and in the end he harms himself because of this, and Leng Yan has not escaped such a curse of fate.

In order to prevent outsiders from pointing fingers at him behind his back, saying that he did not keep his promise, he really quit the antique appraisal industry, and since that incident, he has never taken over a single commission for antique appraisal.

"This ...... How could there be such a thing? ”

After Qian Yu heard the whole story, there was a look of shock in his eyes. Old Man Qin smiled and waved his hand, "Hehe, in fact, I haven't finished talking yet." The upper part of the painting, which was considered to be the original work at a glance, was actually the next one that was uncovered by a certain master from the real original work. As we all know, rice paper is soft, as long as it is prepared with a special potion, and the corner of the rice paper is repeatedly brushed with a brush dipped in the potion, it can generally be removed from the top of a few layers, as for the ability to remove a few layers, then it depends on the quality of the rice paper. And that painting is actually just one of the layers of painting taken down from the original work, and then framed, so it becomes a genuine work again, but the lower part of this peeled down painting was destroyed for some reason, and after being refilled, it was used to deceive the cold look. ”

"So, even if that person doesn't give a cold look at the lower half, just from the upper half, that painting can't be said to be genuine, because now the real painting is in the ancient palace museum, this time you understand, right?"

"The water in the antique shop is really deep."

After hearing this, Qian Yu felt something, secretly stuck out his tongue, and muttered.

Unexpectedly, when Old Man Qin saw Qian Yu's action, his eyebrows furrowed suddenly, he hurriedly grabbed Qian Yu's hand, and after carefully observing Qian Yu's tongue and face, there was a trace of worry in his eyes:

"Xiao Yu, you...... If there's nothing important going on lately, it's best not to go out. I look at your complexion in the past two days, the Yin Hall is dark, and the tongue is black, I am afraid that there will be a disaster of blood and light. ”