After two minutes, the picture began to change, with thin rain floating in the sky, umbrellas in people's hands gradually opened, and the cold river began to rise with bursts of mist. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the people outside the glass house were talking, their eyes never left the picture inside the glass house, and when they saw that it was also drizzling on the screen, the sound of talking suddenly disappeared, replaced by the sound of heavy breathing. Suddenly, a few footsteps sounded, and it turned out that the fast responders had already run to the front wall and lined up.

Three minutes passed, the picture was constant, and Qin Feng, the master of Rongcheng, looked obsessively at the distant mountains on the picture that seemed to be covered in smoke and fog, and muttered in distraction:

"No way, it's absolutely impossible, I must be dazzled! By the way, my reading glasses ......."

It was another half an hour, and after everyone watched it this time, no one talked about it, and they were all scared. Dean Han and Chang Lao glanced at each other, and they were frightened to this extent? Then the two of them were strong at that time! In that case, let's just scare it to the end!

Han Lao waved his hand down vigorously and shouted:

"The third change! Heavy rain! ”

The amount of water sprayed out of the sprinkler suddenly became larger, and in a moment, the sound of running water sounded in the glass house, and the picture changed again, the fine rain gradually turned into a torrential rain that connected the sky and the ground, and people's images became looming in the rain, the cold river seemed to let go of the beast with the halter, and it was like boiling water in the pot, and the rain and mist were steaming, and for a while it was impossible to tell whether this was the river surface or the rain curtain.

"Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, fierce and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad! ”

In the silence of the square, only the sound of water was left, and suddenly there was the sound of passionate poetry. After He Liangdong, a master of calligraphy and painting appraisal, chanted these words, he turned his back to the sky and let tears flow on his ravine-lined old face. Suddenly, he waved his thin fist and shouted hoarsely:

"Tang Yin, the true god is also!"

"Hahahaha, yes, this painting, this artistic conception, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, no one is invincible! Tang Yin, a true god! ”

Harmony resounded in the square, startling a flock of pigeons that landed on the spine of the palace beast not far away!

Dean Han glanced at Chang Lao worriedly, Chang Lao smiled and shook his head,

"Anyway, it's already exciting, let's finish it all at once!"

Everyone saw Dean Han's right hand raised again, and their hearts were raised to their throats and eyes, and there was still it! I thought that the artistic conception of this painting had reached its peak, but who knew that there would be changes!

Dean Han looked at the eyes that looked at him with extreme expressions of doubt, eagerness, surprise, etc., and his right hand seemed to slash the void like a knife in two, and shouted:

"The fourth change! The wind is up! ”

On the picture, in the pouring rain, people's hazy figures began to shake, small umbrellas could no longer cover the corners of their clothes blown by the wind, and the rain curtain began to change direction and sweep, and the whole picture gradually became a big ink ball!

"Look, that's Hanjiang! The cold river has broken through the embankment! It's roaring! Going crazy! ”

A loud shout woke everyone up, where is this ink group, it is clearly the roaring waves of the cold river that occupy most of the picture! Once the mystery is revealed, the author's artistic conception will be unobstructed, the kind of indomitable, sweeping momentum through the cold river to the sky and the ground, like a flood of thousands of miles, crazy rush forward, this picture, as if it can no longer be contained!

I don't know how long it has been, someone gradually came back to their senses, looked into the glass house, only to find that the wind had stopped, the rain had stopped, and everything just now seemed to be a dream, as if it had never happened at all! The "Hanjiang Sending Friends" is hanging quietly on the glass wall, and the expressions on the faces of the characters on the picture look so clear at the moment!

"Oh my God! Let me see such a divine painting, what other paintings can be eye-catching in the future! ”

Mu Xiaoyang, who had picked up a big tripod, suddenly shouted, waking up the people who were still immersed in Tang Yin's unparalleled artistic conception, and He Liangdong, who was in the crowd, suddenly tilted his body and walked towards the ground. For a while, the square was in chaos, and the medical staff who had been preparing for it were blocked out, shouting anxiously.

After a period of chaos, a total of three old gentlemen were sent to the hospital, and Dean Han quietly grinned at Chang Lao and announced loudly:

"Adjournment! Meeting! That's it for today, the rest of the things will be talked about tomorrow, if you feel unwell, it's best to go to the hospital for a check-up, everyone must pay attention to your body! ”

At night, Wu Di's phone did not stop, they were all inquired about the painting, his explanation was dry, and finally the phone was directly turned off and turned off, and he did not turn it on again, so he completely cleared up.

The next morning, the competition items were antiques recovered from overseas, and people arrived at the venue early, looking at the empty rostrum with anticipation.

At half past eight, the top ten judges appeared on the stage on time, still presided over by Dean Han, and the old gentleman first laughed dryly, and then asked:

"Everyone's alright, right?"

"Something! If we don't take out the painting and enjoy it again, we will be hospitalized en masse! ”

An answer came from the corner, representing the voice of the majority.

Dean Han pressed his hands weakly and said with a smile:

"This kind of treasure that should only be in the sky is best to keep the initial shocking feeling! Next, back to business, I think, I don't need to say the results of yesterday's Doubao, right? So, moving on to the third item, please welcome these ancient treasures that have been exiled in a foreign land back to the embrace of our motherland! ”

There was warm applause from the audience, and everyone sincerely applauded yesterday's miracle! Also applaud the relics that have been brought back with difficulty! Be in ecstasy! In the applause, the curtain behind the rostrum quietly opened, and those with sharp eyes had already seen two longitudinal scroll paintings hanging alone in the middle of the stage.

"Please come forward and enjoy according to the table number, the silk masterpiece "Plum Bamboo Cold Sparrow"!"

In the applause, Dean Han's vigorous voice sounded, and the crowd fell silent. There were about 12 or 3 people in the first batch on stage, and before they came to the front of the silk, some people had already discovered that something was wrong, and for a while, the sound of surprise and discussion kept ringing, so that everyone waiting in the audience was like a cat scratching their hearts and itching.

After a moment, an old man couldn't help but ask:

"Old Han, did you hang the one in Zhejiang Province and the one in the Forbidden City here to tease us?"

Han Lao glared at him, and as soon as he was angry, he shouted:

"You're afraid that Lao Zhang has eaten too much, right? Keep your old eyes open and take a good look at the difference between these two, and someone will tell you what's going on! ”

The first batch of people had not returned to their seats under the urging of Dean Han, and the other two tables had already been unable to help but run towards the rostrum, and the remaining "hula" surrounded the first batch of people who had finished reading it, and asked gossips.

Listening to the noisy voices in his ears, Bai Guangming said helplessly:

"Listen to me, please listen to me, there is nothing to tell you the mystery now, but I'm afraid everyone will blame me afterwards! So, please don't be impatient and take a look for yourself later! ”

As the crowd dispersed, the people at the two tables gathered together and began a lively discussion.

A full hour passed, and everyone watched it, stretched their necks one by one, and looked at Dean Han on the rostrum. Wu Di whispered to Wang Yuwan and said:

"Looking at their appearance in the past two days, can you believe that these are all nationally renowned antique appraisal masters?"

"Hehe, it's more like a student than before I went to school and took the exam, waiting for the teacher to mark the key points, haha, now look at how they will rely on the old and sell the old in front of me in the future!"

A thin slap reached over and gave the kid a blow to the back of the head,

"Speak wildly, teach your kid a lesson on behalf of your master!"

Wang Yuwan's face immediately fell, he pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice that only a few people around him could hear:

"White terror is everywhere!"

"Below, I invite Zhu De from Shanghai to let Master Zhu take the stage to explain the origin of these two silk works!"

In the warm applause, Zhu Lao walked quickly to the stage, and the first sentence firmly caught everyone's attention.

"I regret seeing these two silks! I can't wait for those rebirth things on the starting point online to really happen to me, I don't want it long, just an hour, it's really not good, even if it's half an hour! ”

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