The Shanghai Sea Fan Culture Expo is not far from the Xiangshan Art Museum in Huangpu District, but it is just fumigated in the summer, it is really painful, Yang Ping made up his mind to buy a good folding fan, and it is really not good to make a fan.

Yang Ping arrived at the art museum, a few plants at the door were full of green, and the name of the art museum was a bit vulgar "Yangyangxiang Mountain Art Museum", and the decoration was very atmospheric. When I entered the venue on the second floor, there were not too many visitors. Eh, this is the right place, here is not only the wall of framed boutique fans, but also the four treasures of the study, printing stones, ancient ink, bamboo carvings, and cultural ornaments. And it's not just an exhibition, it's more about sale, and you can buy and sell at will. Part of the exhibition hall is a counter, all kinds of fan bones, inlays, mahogany, spotted bamboo...... All kinds of fans, as well as on-site fan paintings.

Yang Ping was not particularly interested in the fan, he stepped around and felt the fan. There was a circle of bustling people in front of the counter, Yang Ping squeezed in to take a look, and sure enough, it was sold into a fan.

There were several ladies at the counter, and I don't know if it was the staff or the seller. Yang Ping took a fancy to a black bamboo fan imitating Zheng Xie, picked it up and closed it, and opened it to find a feeling: "How much is this fan?" ”

A lady in a black dress, who looked to be in her forties, with her hair lazy and loosely tied behind her head, looked like a person who was not close to Yang Ping, this person's movements were too rude, I don't know if the fan should be closed lightly? He came in shorts and a T-shirt, and replied coldly: "Two thousand, sir, you open and close it so hard that it hurts a lot to form a fan." ”

Yang Ping apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, I like this fan very much, can you get a discount?" ”

"Sir is from the north, isn't he?" The lady in the black dress seemed to have a prejudice against the northerners, "At least one thousand eight." In fact, good fans are easy to break in the north. And the fan is not like a fan. If you open it once, it will be damaged once, so there is no need to buy too good. The implication is that you don't need to play well at this level.

Yang Ping closed the fan, inserted it into the side pocket of the motorized saddle bag, took out the wallet, counted eighteen sheets, and put it on the counter: "Okay, I want it." ”

The lady in the black dress pouted: "It is best to use a fan bag to keep it, and it is the same as playing with the cloth bag." ”

"Oh. It's not a good thing to play around, do you have any good ones here? "Yang Ping is very easy-going.

A staff member on the side interjected: "The good ones are all fans, and the fans here are basically ordinary products, and if you want to make a good fan, you have to go to the auction." However, there is a box here that is consigned by someone else, and the asking price is very high, but it is badly damaged. ”

Yang Ping laughed, isn't this appropriate: "Can I take a look?" How high is the asking price? ”

The lady in the black dress took down a brocade box from the back shelf and opened the three fans inside.

The fan bones of these two fans are remarkable. One is Merlot spotted bamboo, and the other is small-leaved red sandalwood. One is a very ordinary jade bamboo. Just by looking at this bone, you know that this is not a bargain. It's just that the fans have been fragmented, one by one.

Yang Ping gently opened the Merlot fan, which was blistered and damaged, and it was vaguely recognizable that it was two horses, Yang Ping teased: "This can't be three sets of cars, right?" What price? ”

The lady in the black dress glared: "These three fans are sold together, fifty thousand." It's not all ruined like this in your north, this horse is really hard to identify and can't be repaired. If you look at this sandalwood, although it is damaged and strict, it can be vaguely identified as similar to the works of Mr. Daqian and Mr. Shanzhi. These two fans are old objects from the thirties, and if they are not damaged and cannot be repaired, they should be auctioned. ”

Yang Ping was noncommittal: "Oh, then this jade bamboo, this should be considered plain noodles?" Can I get a discount? "There are probably words on this jade bamboo fan, but the water and fire are ruthless, and it is tattered and can't be seen clearly.

"No," the lady in the black dress refused directly without even hesitation, "This is on consignment, and it is impossible for these three fan bones to be cheap." ”

"Is it possible that it was an imitation from the thirties?" Why didn't Yang Ping wait so much to see the tone of the lady in the black dress, when the northern culture was flourishing, it was still a southern barbarian here, "Besides, you are always from the north and the north?" What happened to the northerners? ”

The lady who interjected hurriedly came over to persuade: "Sir, that's the case, we are very respectful of fan culture, it just so happens that this consignment into a fan is a northerner, he didn't protect these three fans well, you see what the waste has become, this is also hating the house and Wu." Oh, don't care, the discount is really not discounted, if you want, we send three fan bags, and how about a pendant? ”

This is like words, Yang Ping nodded: "That's okay, forget about the pendant you have here, the quality is too poor, this safety buckle is plastic, right?" Just find three better fan bags. ”

The lady in the black dress was a little surprised when she saw Yang Ping really buying: "You really bought it?" Why? It's worthless. "It's not bad, I know the truth.

Yang Ping took out the card and smiled: "You can swipe the card, right?" I like it, go back to find a master to repair it, in case it is Mr. Daqian's real handiwork, won't it be earned? ”

The lady in the black dress took the POS machine, swiped it, and muttered: "Half elegant and half gold, alas, okay, you enter the password." ”

Yang Ping entered the password, signed, and made a deal. The lady next to him brought three splendid fan bags, and he took them and put them into the motorized saddle bag along with the brocade box and receipt.

"Thank you," Yang Ping looked at the fan on the wall and asked, "Can you buy this fan on display?" ”

The lady in the black dress nodded: "Yes." ”

Yang Ping sighed, turned around to look at the fan on display, there are really good works, and the prices are basically between thousands and 10,000 yuan. He picked a pair of "Birds and Flowers" fan, the author is Mr. Liu Deliu, and the author of "Great Changes in the Mountain Township" is Mr. He Youzhi. There are a total of 20,000, all of which are framed, and go back to hang Haiqing's house.

Back at Haiqing's house, Liao's mother and Hailan were washing the sheets, fortunately, it was fully automatic, Yang Ping hurriedly put down his things and let the two of them rest, and he took care of the rest of the work.

Liao's mother wiped her hands and smiled: "No one needs to worry about this, just wash it and dry it, and you won't be tired." ”

Yang Ping looked at the drying rack in the veranda and smacked his lips: "I can't dry it here, I'll take it to the yard of the small bungalow to dry after washing." Go and stay at night. ”

Hailan adjusted her lying posture on the sofa and said: "Your friend's bedding is quite good-looking, I thought the old coarse cloth was the kind of red, red, green and green, but I didn't expect the Burberry lattice to be there, and when I go back to jc, you will buy a few more sets for the family." ”

Yang Ping smiled and folded the washed sheets and put them in a bag, ready to take them to the small bungalow to dry for a while: "It's not a problem, what do you want to eat at noon?" I did it by hand. ”

Liao's mother ordered Hailan and said to Yang Ping with a smile: "No, I have already rolled out the noodles, and Haiqing wants to eat the noodles at noon." ”

Then Yang Ping concentrated on washing, and at noon Hou Bin Haiqing came back, Yang Ping took out two framed fans for them: "Where do you see these two fans, I went to see the Shanghai Sea Fan Culture Expo this morning and bought them." ”

Hou Bin was embarrassed: "Why do you spend money again, I didn't pay for that Shu Julai." By the way, you won't call me to go, I'm still thinking that it's too hot to buy a good folding fan. ”

Hai Qingmei took the fan with a smile: "Hey, this is "Great Changes in the Mountain Village", a comic book, I saw it when I was a child, it looks good." ”

Yang Ping nodded and gave a thumbs up: "There is vision, this is Mr. He Youzhi's work, Xiao Erhei's marriage, and the great changes in the mountain village are all his works." Brother-in-law, I bought a fan, ink bamboo, just for you. After speaking, he took out the ink bamboo fan from the side of the saddle bag and handed it to Hou Bin.

Hou Bin took it and opened it, nodding incessantly: "It's charming, it's good," and then whispered, "How much is this?" ”

"One thousand eight." Yang Ping also whispered.

Hou Bin was embarrassed and frowned: "It's always you who buy, so I'll send you something." ”

Yang Ping laughed: "Okay, when I see what I like, I'll tell you, you pay." ”

"Then it's a deal." Hou Bin's brows furrowed.

After lunch, Yang Ping carried a few bags of damp bedding back to the small bungalow, the damp fabric was particularly heavy, that is, he was outstanding, he felt that there was no weight, and it was easy to carry it, and everyone didn't feel that it was very heavy and needed help, so let him go back to the small bungalow by himself.

Back to the small bungalow, Yang Ping hung the sheets, quilts, pillowcases, and everything in the yard, went back to the house to make a cup of chrysanthemum tea, lit a cigarette, took out the brocade box from the motorized saddle bag, and put it into the space.

He felt the speed at which the three fans in the space were repairing with the naked eye, and the fan bone pulp was becoming brighter and more moisturized.

Seeing that the repair was almost over, Yang Ping took out the brocade box and opened the fan of the three sets of Merlot Banzhu, and was shocked.

I'll go! This is a picture of a double horse, Xu Beihong!

On the fan surface, two horses, one black and one white, are galloping, and the full and unrestrained ink color outlines the head, torso, and legs of the horse, and sweeps out the mane and tail with a dry pen, so that the change of shade and dry and wet is natural. The straight lines of the horse's legs are thin and powerful, like steel knives, penetrating the back of the paper, while the curves of the abdomen, buttocks and mane tail are elastic and dynamic. The legs stretched forward and the horse's head have a strong impact, as if they are about to break through the picture, which is really "a wash of the eternal horses".

The inscription on the right side of the fan surface: Beihong, Jiashen. A round chapter "Xu" is printed below, and one chapter is engraved "Xu Beihong".

It's a real gem.

Yang Ping carefully put the Shuangjun diagram aside, took a sip of chrysanthemum tea to suppress the shock, and continued to open the small leaf red sandalwood into a fan.

He looked at the fan, his blood pressure was a little high, it was really the work of Mr. Daqian and Mr. Shanzhi. This is a nine-block small leaf red sandalwood fan bone, four hanging tigers with different styles on the fan surface, and four characters sitting or lying, standing or looking up. Inscription poem: Siyuan crosses the tiger and calls the fairy, and Baoxiang is not frightened at night. I also painted tigers like oxen taming, and Wuyue and his year to carry birds. Jia Xuqiu, tiger idiot Zhang Shanzize, Daqian Jushi. Seals: Zhang Ze, Tiger Idiot, Zhang Zhan's Private Seal, Shu Ke.

This fan is a joint work of Mr. Daqian and Mr. Shanzi, both of whom show their respective strengths. Daqian's characters are elegant and frank, and Zhang Shanzi's tiger is also vivid and expressive.

Yang Ping swallowed and foamed, it's so good, you have to look up at it if you take it out to the calligraphy and painting world.

Put the small leaf red sandalwood into a fan, Yang Ping picked up the jade bamboo into a fan and slowly opened it, there were only four big characters on it, he looked at it fixedly, and almost fell on his back. (To be continued......)

PS: I had a cold and was so sleepy that I still insisted on the code until half past three, I was really handicapped, and it took me a chapter and a half, and it took four and a half hours. The main thing is to check the information, it's too difficult to write.