The next day, Li Mobai got up early, stood in the yard to breathe in the fresh air, punched again, and suddenly felt comfortable.

I drank two glasses of wine in a row last night, but I was actually choked enough, after all, it was white wine, not white water, and the taste of drinking it in my stomach was always hot.

When I ate breakfast, I didn't see He Yanran, Li Mobai didn't care, but He Ping admired Li Mobai, "Brother Li, where are you going to go today, Yuhuatai or Mochou Lake?" ”

"Let's go to the Confucius Temple Antique Market, it seems that today is the weekend." Li Mobai had the intention to go out for a walk, but he didn't have time, there were still a few days before the treasure appreciation meeting of Bogu Pavilion would start, and he had to go to see Bai Xianyong.

"Okay, Brother Mobai will definitely be able to pick up the leak!" He Ping heard that Li Mobai was going to Confucius Temple, and said in his heart why didn't you agree to her when Yanran asked you to go yesterday, I can't say that Yanran is thinking about herself now.

Arrived at the Confucius Temple, Li Mobai found that this tourist can really be described as a busy traffic, although this is a pedestrian street without cars, but it is crowded one after another, bustling, no wonder the Confucius Temple is known as the festival holiday to receive 300,000 tourists every day, which is larger than the number of tourists in Yuhuatai.

Walking into the Confucius Temple antique market, someone came to pull the nursery, "Dude, do you want to see something, or give it away?" ”

Li Mobai didn't care about it at first, but he felt that it was quite fun to tease these Lato brokers, so he said, "What's the good thing?" ”

When this guy saw that he was interested, he hurried up and whispered, "It's all old goods, there are porcelain, ancient paintings, and they are all raw pit goods that have just been made." ”

"Haha, Shengpit? If you dare to come here to Zhang Luo? Li Mobai couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and walked straight forward.

"Go, go, where to rest!" After He Ping said a word from Jianye Guan, this guy walked to the side, knowing that although these people had oil and water, they were not easy to knife.

While walking and watching, Li Mobai was very happy to see it, but there was no deal, after all, it is difficult to find good things in the antique market, and picking up leaks is not something that can be encountered at any time, or it takes chance.

"Yo, isn't this Sister Yanran, you're here to pick up the leak!" As soon as he got up from a hawker's stall, he saw that He Yanran was also watching from the stall next to him, so he greeted him loudly.

Hearing Li Mobai's words, the vendors and tourists all looked at Li Mobai like a gorilla, they were all raw melons and eggs from nowhere, and they shouted loudly to pick up the leaks.

He Yanran heard it, her heart was really narrow, and when she heard Li Mobai's words, she didn't bother to take care of it, and continued to look at the things in her hands.

Li Mobai saw that He Yanran didn't care about herself, and her heart was happy, so she also leaned over and squatted next to He Yanran, "Sister Yanran, what do you like, brother will buy it for you!" ”

He Yanran was annoyed when she heard Li Mobai's nouveau riche look, and said, "Li Mobai, stay away from me, I don't know you!" ”

When everyone heard He Yanran's words, they couldn't help laughing, and they laughed with a big smile, "Dude, your technique is too outdated, you have to learn to keep pace with the times." ”

Li Mobai was not embarrassed, and smiled, "Sister Yanran, you haven't learned logic well, or I'll teach you!" ”

He Yanran had no choice but to put down the objects in her hand, got up and walked away, seeing He Yanran get up and leave, the peddler suddenly looked at Li Mobai with angry eyebrows, and it was not good to have a seizure.

Li Mobai didn't see it, and when he saw He Yanran get up and leave, he also stood up, "Sister Yanran, what you said yesterday still counts!" ”

He Yanran heard Li Mobai still screaming one sister after another, feeling that the anger in her heart was already burning, and she wanted to be mad on the spot, but when she heard the latter sentence, she endured it again, and said angrily, "You won!" ”

"Well, then rest assured, it doesn't matter if you lose!" Li Mobai said as if relieved.

Hearing Li Mobai's words, He Yanran had a very good intention of beating Li Mobai, but for the sake of the lady's image, she finally walked away without looking back.

"Brother Mobai, you are amazing, Yanran didn't go crazy!" After He Ping waited for He Yanran to walk away, he gave a thumbs up and said.

Li Mobai smiled when he heard this, did not speak, and said in his heart, Old man, if you dare not agree to accompany me to see Bai Xianyong, I will seduce your precious granddaughter back and be a maid for Su Han.

I looked at the things on the stalls in the entire market, but I didn't find anything worth getting my hands on, He Ping got his hands on two pieces of ancient jade, the price is not high, but it is also suitable to play.

After visiting the stalls, I went to the antique shop. In antique shops, there are generally no good things outside, but the leaks are often found in these unpaid goods, but many bosses put away private goods may not be old gadgets.

He Ping is still young, but he didn't attract people's attention because he was born in the He family, but there are also familiar bosses or guys who recognize He Ping's identity, but they also greet him warmly, I heard that he brought his friends around and was ready to play with some things, so the boss took out some good things from it for Li Mobai to choose, but Li Mobai didn't like it.

"Brother Mobai, this is Yanran's father's antique shop, do you want to go in and have a look, but Yanran rarely comes." When he walked to an antique shop called 'Yue Zhenxuan', He Ping said suddenly.

"Oh, Uncle He's shop, of course I'm going to go in and have a look!" Li Mobai smiled when he heard this, it seems that He Ping's fear of Yanran is not at all.

Walking into the shop, he didn't find He Yanran, He Zhiqiu's eldest son He Weifang was in the store, said hello, and after a pleasantry, He Weifang said, "Mo Bai wants to do something, I will give you whatever you like." ”

"Thank you, Uncle He, how embarrassing this is, what if I was asked to pick a big leak?" Li Mobai smiled, and after speaking, he looked around on the Bogu shelf, the store is mainly engaged in porcelain, pottery, and also calligraphy and painting, of course, handicrafts are indispensable.

After looking around, I didn't find anything good, and I was a little disappointed, but out of the corner of my eye, I found that there were two unopened scrolls under the counter on the side, so I pointed, "Uncle He, why didn't those two works hang out?" ”

"Those two paintings, which I only collected recently, are worthless things, copying Qi Baishi's calligraphy and paintings in the fifties and sixties." He Weifang smiled, "I know that Mo Bai likes calligraphy and painting, if you like it, I will give it to you, although it is copied, but the level of copying is not bad!" ”

"Copying Mr. Shiraishi's paintings? Let me see! ”

When the clerk sent the painting over, Li Mobai opened it and found that it was Qi Baishi's "Frog Sound Ten Miles Out of the Mountain Spring", although it was quite Qi Baishi's painting style, but he agreed with He Weifang's opinion without thinking, thinking that this was of course a copy of the work.

There is no other reason, the key is that this painting is too famous, it is said that when Lao She, went to the old man's house in Baishi as a guest, and casually went to the Qing Dynasty poet Zha Shenxing's poem "The Moon Rhyme by the Creek of the Second Shijun": the grass along the shore of the firefly star, and the sound of frogs ten miles out of the mountain spring. New poems may not be vulgar, and the solution is sparse.

Seeing this poem, Mr. Lao She deliberately chose a sentence from it, "The sound of frogs comes out of the mountain spring for ten miles", and asked Mr. Shiraishi to express what he felt through his auditory senses through painting, so after a few days of thinking, Mr. Shiraishi finally relied on his own unique artistic accomplishment to express this seemingly impossible painting through pen and ink.

The picture of this painting is very simple, against the backdrop of the distant mountains, a rapids pouring out of the rocks between the mountains, and six tadpoles swaying their little tails down the rapids, they do not know that they have left the mother frog, and they are still playing in the water lively.

There is not a single frog in the whole painting, but the sound of frogs outside the painting jumps on the page, so that people can faintly hear the sound of frogs in the distance and the sound of rushing spring water, playing a pleasant music, so as to form a frog sound, which makes people have to be amazed.

The painting may seem simple, but it shows the artistic cultivation and insight of the old man Shiraishi for decades. With the quality of a poet, the genius of a painter, and the temperament of a literati, the old man Baishi created such a beautiful artistic conception, integrating poetry and painting, accurately expressing the connotation of the poem, and reaching the highest level of Chinese painting 'painting in poetry, painting in poetry'.

How could such a painting end up in the Confucius Temple antique market, so Li Mobai didn't need to look closely to know that it was a copy, and he was not polite, "The person who copied this painting should also be the essence of Mr. Baishi's painting style, and Mobai thanked Uncle He." ”

Then I opened the second one and looked at it again, and found that it was still exactly the same as the one just now, Qi Baishi's "Frog Sound Ten Miles Out of the Mountain Spring", Li Mobai couldn't help but take a closer look, wanting to see the differences between the two copied works.

It's just that Li Mobai couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, if the picture just now has won the essence of the old man Qi Baishi's painting style, then this work is enough to be fake, vivid little tadpoles frolicking in the water, the little tail wagging happily, and the style of writing is sharp and spicy; The mountain spring is pouring down, making people clearly feel the gurgling sound of the rushing stream, and the stroke of a stroke hits the heart directly, which makes people feel like they are in the painting, and even the sound of a frog is heard in the ears.

"Uncle He, when did you receive these two works?"

"For a while, I felt that the level of copying of these two works was quite high, so I accepted it, and if you didn't ask, I forgot it." He Weifang said disappreciatively.

Li Mobai didn't ask much when he heard this, but looked at the inscription of this painting again, and found that the inscription "Frog sound ten miles out of the mountain spring to check the early white sentence Lao Sheren brother taught to paint ninety-one white stone", the pen is strong and vigorous, simple and generous, the two sides of the seal are respectively 'white stone' and 'wooden man', and the lower left corner of the seal is a collection of seals, Li Mobai took a closer look, and it was "Lao She".

Li Mobai knew that this painting was indeed Lao She's collection, and was proud of Lao She, and when he met a friend visiting, he would always show it off, and even Lao She's favorite seal was engraved by Qi Baishi.

Thinking of this, Li Mobai didn't dare to think about it anymore, endured the excitement in his heart, and continued to look at the painting seriously.

(To be continued)