"It's like, what is this, the packaging is so weird." Cheng Cheng was still curious and playful at first, and inadvertently put her hand into those bags, but in the next second, she couldn't help screaming-

"Roc spreads its wings?"

Looking at the crumpled and old chess game in his hand, Cheng Cheng was not generally shocked, and just wanted to ask Zhou Qiao where Fang Fei got it, Bi Yuecheng on the opposite side couldn't hold his breath and spoke, "Cheng Cheng, bring me the chess game and let me see it." ”

Cheng Cheng immediately obediently got up and handed the chess game to his mother.

"Oh, it's really 'Dapeng spreading its wings'." Bi Yuecheng's eyes were full of surprise, and her voice was extremely gentle, "Come on, where did you find the lone book?" ”

Zhou Qiao Fangfei, "I heard Cheng Cheng say that my aunt likes chess, especially the endgame, and I just found this chess book in my study, so I took it." ”

"Really? That's a rarity. Bi Yuecheng held the chess game tightly, although she tried her best to restrain her excitement, but her tone trembled slightly, "I have known this lone book for a long time, and I have never found it, but I will not take away the love of others, and I will return it to you when I have studied it." ”

"No need, this thing is a chess game for you, Auntie, and for me, it's just a broken book that takes up dust in the study." Zhou Qiao Fangfei said very lightly, "A good knife is given to a hero, a good book meets a bosom friend, if the aunt can appreciate her face and stay, it is really the creation of this book." ”

These words obviously pleased Bi Yuecheng, and she smiled with satisfaction, "Since you are so hearted, then I will stay." ”

"Thank you for staying." As soon as Zhou Qiao Fangfei's words fell, Cheng Cheng opened with the things in his hand, and shouted out again, "Zheng Banqiao's 'bamboo and stone map'? ”

"What?" Qiu Wanmo's calm gaze was not too calm for the first time, "Fake or genuine?" ”

Cheng Cheng stiffly handed a painting about eight square feet long to Qiu Wanmo, she had followed Qiu Wanmo to study Chinese painting since she was a child, although the painting was not fine, but there was a skill she learned, that is, to distinguish the authenticity, she had just been carefully distinguishing when her mother and Zhou Qiaofang were talking about chess games.

In the collection and investment of calligraphy and painting, ancient calligraphy and painting is the highest threshold, so it has also become a major disaster area where counterfeiting is most rampant. At present, it is no exaggeration to say that the ancient paintings and calligraphy on the domestic auction market are less than one-tenth of the authentic works.

Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting are highly popular with literati and businessmen, in fact, Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy has profound traditional skills, which is not difficult to get a glimpse from the axis of Xiaokai's "Fan Quality Poem" written by him at the age of 30. His "Six-and-a-Half Minute Book" is his own body, and the size, length, oblique, square, thin, and dense are all handled very naturally, and the counterfeiter's imitation is always lost in the maniacal artifice. Each composition is rigorous, the inscription is exquisite, regardless of the bamboo and stone, all show the god of thinness and hardness, and the wonder of steepness.

Since she was a child, she has been particularly fascinated by her calligraphy, especially the style of writing, and knows how to write many of its authentic books in different periods and different styles, so she only integrates the seal and the line in one from the painting, and the "Banqiao Style" of "blue pen and bamboo rhyme" is everywhere, and she basically concludes that this painting is by no means a counterfeiter can be imitated lightly, and it should be a genuine handiwork.

"Chengcheng, do you think it's a genuine or a fake?" Qiu Wanmo took out the glasses she was carrying, put them on and looked at them carefully, and after a long time, she regained her calmness.

"I just looked at it, from the bamboo twigs and thick leaves, thin and lonely height, as well as the size, length, oblique, square, thin, and dense of the font, as well as the thin and hard god of the stone, and the wonder of the steepness, I have ninety percent certainty to conclude that this painting is the pinnacle of Zheng Banqiao's masterpiece in his later years."

Cheng Cheng knew that his grandmother was deliberately assessing herself, so he seriously pointed to a few places on the painting and commented carefully, and after finishing speaking, he didn't forget to look back and ask Zhou Qiao Fangfei, "Where did you get this painting?" If I'm not mistaken, this painting was auctioned off by Shanghai's real estate tycoon Wojia at an antique painting auction three years ago. ”

Seeing that these two gifts were all in their favor, Zhou Qiaofang was very satisfied and continued to please Qiu Wanmo, who could restrain Commander Cheng the most, "Actually, it's not very important how the painting came into my hands, the important thing is that grandma likes it, right, grandma?" ”

Qiu Wanmo was slightly stunned, and her mind turned, that is, she nodded in appreciation, "What a child with a heart, revealing a lot of intelligence." ”

"Stinky boy, it's too powerful, right?" Commander Cheng showed a heavy sense of loss on his face, and he unceremoniously slapped a right hook to Zhou Qiaofang beside him, "What about mine?" Take it out and show it to me. ”

"Temperament, temperament," Cheng Cheng stroked his forehead and sighed, "Where has the temperament of the dignified Commander Cheng gone?" ”

Commander Cheng deliberately straightened his face and said in a tone of lesson, "I'm just curious, curious, understand?" Who really doesn't receive gifts......"

When Cheng Cheng heard this, he pretended to smirk, not only did he not answer immediately, but he also deliberately pressed the gift belonging to Commander Cheng into the bag and did not take it out.

Commander Cheng's face was a little unbearable...... Zhou Qiaofang was not afraid that he would blow up, so he hurriedly helped Cheng Cheng open the rest of the gifts, took them out one by one, and smiled while picking them up and looking at the classification, "Grandpa Cheng, everyone has a share, Cheng Cheng is naughty, she deliberately teased you." ”

"Oh?" Commander Cheng came to his senses again, leaned over, looked at the contents of the bag curiously, and asked unconsciously, "Then what is mine?" ”

"You old man, why are you as curious as a child?" Mrs. Cheng looked at her impatient husband and said with a smile.

As soon as Commander Cheng wanted to speak, Zhou Qiao Fangfei handed over a box and said with a smile, "Grandpa Xia Cheng, this is yours, open it and take a look, I hope you will not be disappointed." ”

"There's really mine, hahaha, you're welcome." Commander Cheng said this, but he began to pull the package in his hand.

"Grandma, this is yours, your temperament is good, and the mutton fat jade is the most suitable for you." Zhou Qiaofang walked to Mrs. Cheng's side respectfully, and handed over a crystal Hetian mutton fat jade bracelet.

"Do I have it too? This kid really has a heart. Mrs. Cheng took it excitedly, she loved jade all her life, especially Xinjiang Hetian jade, just one glance, she saw that this jade bracelet was Hetian white jade seed material in Hetian jade, but looking at the crystal and oily of the jade bracelet, she knew that this mutton fat jade bracelet should be the best, the price does not matter, the key is that the future grandson-in-law has a heart, look at the jade bracelet and then look at Zhou Qiao Fangfei in front of her, she really likes it the more she looks.

"Auntie, it's yours." Zhou Qiao Fangfei walked to Lin Cien's side, handed over a box, and said respectfully, "Cheng Cheng said that you are her idol, and you will pinch something every day, I hope this watch can accurately report the time for you." ”