"Come on, Xiao Xie, look at this painting," the old man put the scroll on another table and slowly spread it out.

Xie Bin walked over and looked at it, but it was a landscape map on colored paper, about 30 centimeters wide and about 70 centimeters long, with a horizontal axis. Look closely, but feel a little awkward, the style of painting is a little like Huang Binhong, but it looks very dull, the coloring is a little stiff, there are also seals, it is Huang Binhong's seal, Huangshan Yu Xiangyin, and there is an inscription "The green mountains can't cover it, after all, it flows eastward", but there is no time to write and paint.

After watching for a long time, Xie Bin shook his head, "This is imitation, although the person who makes up the painting is a little level, but the foundation is enlarged and copied by the photocopier and then made by adding ink and painting to make up the fake, you always know, now the level of science and technology is so high, some people even combine several pairs of celebrity calligraphy and painting PS into a painting, and then print and make up the painting forgery, those seal inscriptions or something are vivid, but if you see more and have rich experience, these are all fakes at a glance." ”

"Really?" The old man looked at it very curiously.

Xie Bin can see clearly, this old man likes calligraphy and painting, but he is not professional, he is still a rookie level enthusiast, I think this person should not have been engaged in the work of calligraphy and painting, and his personal appreciation level is not very high, it is estimated that this store has not been open for a few years.

In fact, it is exactly like this, this old man Zhao Zhengkui is the old president of a university in Nandu, and his life is full of peach and plums, but the old man can't see the current style of study, so he can only retire early, and he will pass the time in this store specializing in pen, ink, paper and inkstone when he has nothing to do. As for liking calligraphy and painting, it is true that it has only started in the past two years, after all, the old man is also a knowledgeable elegant person, watching others play so slippery, thinking that he is also a cultural person, how can he not lag behind others.

But in fact, the antique thing really doesn't mean that you can play with high knowledge, the old man has collected a lot of calligraphy and paintings in a few years, and the light tuition fee will be handed over to almost 500,000 yuan, but this is not understand, and I haven't touched the way yet.

Seeing that Xie Bin was so sure, Old Man Zhao asked curiously, "How do you see it?" ”

"You don't know how to draw, do you?" Xie Bin asked with a smile, in fact, he was sure in his heart that this person was not playing calligraphy and painting, otherwise he would not even be able to accept such a work.

"Hehe, really, I'm ashamed," the old man is a new thought figure in the old society, and he is very good at physics, mathematics and chemistry, but he can't write very well with a brush, let alone ink painting.

Xie Bin also smiled, "Actually, it's also normal, Mr. Guo Moruo has a time when he has eyes, hehe, now people's counterfeiting skills are getting more and more sophisticated, fortunately, this painting shouldn't be very valuable, three or two thousand is considered to pay tuition." ”

"How do you know that this painting was taken down for three or two thousand?" The old man asked curiously, only to feel that Xie Bin, a young man, was becoming more and more not simple, not at all worse than those experts on the street.

"It's very simple, this painting is worth this money, it can't stand up to the exquisite, besides, this is also those people who are good at figuring out people's hearts, three or two thousand is not much, not too little, just stuck in your heart. I wanted to find someone to identify it before buying it, but I was afraid of missing this opportunity, and then I thought that the money was not much anyway, and I couldn't lose much, so I accepted it ruthlessly. "What is Xie Bin's background, these little tricks are Menqing.

When Old Man Zhao heard this, he sighed a little embarrassedly, "I really let you be right, I thought so at the time, and the result was ......"

"Haha, the buyer is not as good as the seller, people just find out your bottom before they come to the door, I know that you will not refuse, and it will be fine to pay more attention in the future," Xie Bin smiled, this old man is also very interesting.

"Haha, huh, wait, who's coming to the door so early?" As he was talking, someone knocked on the door outside, and the old man quickly put down the painting in his hand and went out to look.

"Hahaha, Brother Zhao, I heard that you received another painting, or Huang Binhong's? Come on, let me enjoy it," came a man's rough voice.

"Alas, don't say it, it's still a fake, this time it's printed out by a printer," Old Man Zhao said dejectedly, it seemed that the person who came to the door was also an acquaintance.

"Huh? Brother Zhao, how do you know it's a fake? Do you know that it was printed by a printer? Which expert helped you identify? The man asked.

When Old Man Zhao heard this, he smiled, "A little friend I met today is very powerful, someone by the river sells him a fake, and he only opens it, and when he sees a seal, he knows that it is a fake, and he quietly let that person leave." ”

"So it's really a master, you have to see, where is the master?" As the voice came, a tall man walked in, in his forties, with a big back hair, a slight small belly, two hands behind his back, a ruddy complexion, looking very imposing, and the old man Zhao were two completely different feelings.

Seeing Xie Bin, the big back looked at Old Man Zhao suspiciously, "This is the one?" This skeptical voice was not afraid of Xie Bin at all.

However, Xie Bin didn't show any discomfort in his heart, but stood up with a smile: "No, it's just below, the master is not a master, I just know a little bit about these little tricks." Xie Bin's words were neither humble nor arrogant, and he was also faintly dissatisfied.

When he heard Xie Bin's words, he smiled disapprovingly, and said to Old Man Zhao: "This kid is interesting, come on, let me see this painting." Da Beitou took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at it carefully for a while, then turned his head and asked Xie Bin: "Young man, how can you tell that this thing is fake?" ”

"Feeling and experience," Xie Bin didn't feel very good about this kind of person who was very imposing and somewhat aggressive. Just like the big back in front of him, even if he was not a person who leaned on the side of power before, he must have been in a high position, otherwise this is the kind of fool who has no one in his eyes who is blind and arrogant. But now it seems that this person can only be the first kind. This kind of person is generally self-centered, less considerate of other people's feelings, and wants to put pressure on others in everything he says and does, and it is best to make everyone lower their eyebrows and eyes to be satisfied with him. Perhaps this is what some people call the "Eight Kings".

"What a feeling and experience, young man, which famous master did you study from? Where is the shopkeeper located? Big Back laughed and continued to ask.

"There is no master, and there is no qualification to be a shopkeeper."

"And where did you get your experience?" Big Back was surprised.

"I have been writing and painting since I was a child, and I still have such a little experience," Xie Bin still said in that tone, but he was a little unhappy in his heart, this person is really a bit excessive, what about you check the household registration?

Da Beitou slapped his palms and exclaimed: "In this way, Lao Zhao, bring pen and ink, and let the young man leave a few words to see." ”

Xie Bin wanted to refuse, but when he saw that Xiao Guoguo had already begun to prepare to grind the ink, Old Man Zhao also spoke: "Xiao Xie, it's okay, just write a few words to open the eyes of our old guy, don't look at so many calligraphy and paintings on this street, but there are few good ones, and even fewer are good." ”

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Xie Bin is worth nodding. He has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and he really doesn't have much chance to let others appreciate it, and occasionally carved two words on the bamboo carving, and no one can see the way. Xie Bin hopes that this big back, which people don't like very much, can know some goods, so as to ruin his prestige.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstones are all ready-made, and they are all good colors, especially the inkstone is still an ancient inkstone. There are four famous inkstones in China, and this one is one of them - Chengni inkstone.

Chengni inkstone is made of filtered fine mud as a material, the texture is hard, easy to ink, does not damage the pen without damaging the ink, compared with those stone inkstones is not bad at all, and the manufacturing process is quite exquisite, its complexity and difficulty can even be comparable to porcelain. Because the Chengni inkstone needs to be beaten repeatedly, then shaped, then carved, and finally calcined in the furnace, it is more precious, and there are fewer high-quality products handed down.

In the past, a few thousand yuan could be sold for a good or even inherited inkstone for a maximum of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. But now it has risen a lot, and an inkstone with no inheritance can cost seventy or eighty thousand or more, and it is normal for those with good quality and inheritance to shout hundreds of thousands.

Although this piece of Chengni inkstone is not considered to be of the highest grade, it is in good condition, which is already very rare. And the inkstone is engraved with a fisherman's idle fishing picture, lifelike, delicate and meticulous, put it on the table, idle to grind some ink and write Braille or something to have a different taste.

The inkstone is good, the pen is also a good pen, and the best purple wolf is good. The wolf is a hard pen, and the words written are also strong and powerful, which is Xie Bin's favorite. If Xie Bin's grandfather likes softer pens, such as sheep or rabbit, the words written will look natural and elegant.

The paper is also good paper, thick and smooth handmade rice paper, this price is afraid that it is not ordinary, Xie Bin has never used such a good paper before, his grandfather has used it, but it is also regarded as a baby, and does not let Xie Bin move.

Ink is also important, the process of making a good ink block is also very complicated, in ancient times, some other materials would be added to make the ink block more distinctive, and the words written are with a special ink fragrance. Now the ink in front of Xie Bin is the best pine smoke ink, which is the most suitable for writing.

With so many good things in front of him, Xie Bin's hands were really a little itchy. But thinking that these things can only be put away, and let the two guys who don't know how to write save face, Xie Bin feels a little pity.

Looking at the two big and one small three people looking at him with interest, Xie Bin was proud in his heart, let you see my own calligraphy. Thinking of this, Xie Bin lifted the brush, dipped it lightly in fragrant ink, paused, splashed ink on the smooth rice paper, and a line of large characters appeared on the paper. "Although it is hard to find thousands of waters, the sand is blown to the gold", this is the famous sentence of Liu Yuxi. This poem is written because the author has been repeatedly degraded, but his will has not been depressed, and he has always believed that his high style and astonishment have learned to be known by the world.

"Good!" "Good word!" Old man Zhao shouted hello with the big back.

Xie Bin took a closer look at it himself, and he felt quite satisfied, he didn't think that he had not stopped writing for many years, but this effort did not fall at all. The fourteen big characters are all strong and powerful, three points into the wood, and between the turns, they are quite powerful.

At this time, hearing the praise of these two, Xie Bin was also a little fluttering in his heart, and his feeling for the big back also improved, but it was a pity that Xie Bin did not have a seal, otherwise it would be more perfect to leave his name in a stamp.

Looking at the old man Zhao's happy words, he lightly hung up, and said to Xie Bin with a salivating face: "Little brother, write me a copy too, hehe." Xie Bin was amused by this person, and he had a commanding demeanor just now, but now he immediately changed into a different look.

Seeing that Xie Bin was silent, the big head hurriedly said: "Little brother, don't look at Old Man Zhao's elegant appearance, he is actually an old teacher of teaching science, and he doesn't know anything about calligraphy and painting; But although my Song Zhenping's writing is not good, my vision is not good, I don't have to say, it is one of the best on this street," I was afraid that Xie Bin would not believe it, so I quickly explained: "I also have a store over there, specializing in calligraphy and painting, Xiao Xie, your words are really good, not only strong, but also with a trace of elegant wind, obviously also inherited by famous artists, not that I stammered you, this pair of words is no worse than those famous artists, if you get it to my store, you can buy a thirty or fifty thousand." ”