Walk through the courtyard.

Feet on the snow crunched.

This sound came into my ears, and my heart gradually calmed down.

And the whole world seems to have quieted down.

The key to the door.

Put it in Grandpa Zhang Yi's will.

When Zhang Yi and Zhang Guoshan came, they naturally brought them with them.

Walk to the door.

Zhang Guoshan went over and opened the door.

The lock is not rusty.

With a twist, there was a click, and it opened.

Zhang Yi followed the footsteps of Zhang Guoshan and walked into this room. Just like the outside, the inside of this room is also antique.

In the room, everything is very neatly arranged.

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and touched it gently.

There was a layer of dust on the table.

But.

The dust is not too thick.

If it was when my grandmother died, the house would have been locked, and the dust would not have been so thin for decades. In this way, after the death of grandma, grandpa should often come over to clean and tidy up.

Just these years, my grandfather has passed away, and no one dares to come here.

Dust, just deposited.

It's like a thing of the past.

In this room, there are all kinds of such ornaments.

With Zhang Yi's eyesight, you can see it.

None of these things are modern crafts, but real antiques.

Almost every single piece is exquisite.

At a glance.

Yuan blue and white, Qianlong pastel, cloisonne, red, jade, etc.

are presented.

It seems that in the past, Zhang Yi's grandmother was also a person who liked antiques.

It's a pity that grandma's photos have been destroyed by Lin Fengxia. In this room, there is not a single photograph to be seen, only a Yuan blue and white plum vase is placed on the red sandalwood table in front.

This reminded Zhang Yi of a past incident he had heard before.

"Dad, this Yuan blue and white plum vase, placed in such a special position, could it be the first antique that grandpa took from my grandmother's hand?"

Zhang Yi asked.

"It should be, this Yuan blue and white plum vase, I seem to have some impressions when I was a child."

Zhang Guoshan replied.

Walking into this room is like stepping back in time.

In this room, except for these ornaments, everything else is basically antique. For example, the carved wooden bed in the inner room is from the Qing Dynasty.

The red screen is also from the early Qing Dynasty.

The wardrobe is a group of peony patterns and huanghuali cabinets in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

The red sandalwood book case, with excellent workmanship, is in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.

Arguably.

Grandma Zhang Yi's room, if you look at it carefully, it is like a small museum.

"Dad, where did you get all these antiques?"

Zhang Yi asked.

The things in this room, if the inheritance information is complete, the value is probably unlimited.

"Listen to your grandfather, your grandmother was also very good at appraisal back then. Most of the things she sold at the auction were from the antique market. ”

"This Yuan blue and white plum vase should also be."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but be surprised.

"So, my grandmother is also a master of identification?"

"I don't know much about this, but in terms of antique collection, I heard from your grandfather, her eyesight is also very good."

Zhang Guoshan replied.

It's kind of strange.

There are antiques, and naturally calligraphy and painting are indispensable.

On the walls of Grandma Zhang Yi's house, there are also a lot of calligraphy and paintings.

The picture is yellowed, and it looks like most of them should be ancient paintings.

There are paintings by Zhou Fang in the Tang Dynasty.

A painting by Fan Kuan of the Song Dynasty.

A painting by the famous Ming Dynasty painter Dong Qichang.

The landscape vertical axis of Shen Zhou in the Ming Dynasty.

Wait a minute.

There is a blue and white porcelain painting bucket next to it, and there are also many scrolls in it.

The paper is yellow, and it should be all ancient paintings.

After reading these.

The strangest thing is.

On the wall next to the barrel was a scroll, but it was rolled up. Judging from the marks on the wall, it should have been hung for a while before it was rolled up.

See here.

Zhang Yi was curious, and he walked over.

Reach out and caress the dust on it.

When I touched the painting, a voice came to my head.

"Excuse me, is it an appraisal?"

was triggered unintentionally, Zhang Yipin did not hesitate, and it didn't hurt to identify it.

Just take a look at the origin of this calligraphy and painting that has been specially taken care of.

Forthwith.

He secretly said two words in his heart.

"Identification!"

But.

A moment later, another voice came to my head.

"Sorry, can't be identified!"

This result made Zhang Yi very surprised, after Zhang Yi had this ability to identify, this was the third time that it could not be identified.

Why is that?

Before, the first word that could not be identified was "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House". The second character that cannot be identified is "Silent Night". It's all just words, no drawings.

Could it be said.

Is this also a strange word?

Zhang Yi couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, gently untied the golden cotton rope on it, and slowly put down the scroll.

But.

The result was still unexpected!

This time, what cannot be identified is not a word, but a painting.

In the whole painting, there is only one woman, she is wearing a red robe, with a slight hint of shyness. The whole painting is lightly colored, and there is a painting style of fine brush painting.

The style of painting is still very realistic.

This is a picture of a woman waiting to be married in a boudoir.

Of course, the appearance is also very high.

But.

Oddly enough.

There is not a single word on this painting.

There is no inscription, and there is no inscription.

It's the opposite of the two unidentified characters I encountered before.

Seeing Zhang Yi looking at this painting, he was a little distracted, Zhang Guoshan walked over and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder.

He asked.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think this painting, it's a little strange, why is it rolled up? Also, why is there no inscription on this painting? ”

Zhang Yi's question, Zhang Guoshan naturally couldn't answer it.

He hadn't seen this painting before.

Or I saw it when I was a child, but now I don't remember it.

He speculated.

"Maybe you didn't have time to paint, did you?"

"Look, there's no finishing touches on the sleeves."

Zhang Yi glanced at the sleeves, as if this was indeed the case, her clothes were all bright red, which was in very sharp contrast with the elegance of the fine brushwork.

It's just that the sleeves are there, and the coloring is not enough.

However, when Zhang Yi thought about this.

Zhang Guoshan stared at this painting, very fascinated.

Zhang Yi immediately asked.

"Dad, do you see something?"

"I don't know, she'...... It looks like it's a little familiar. ”

Zhang Guoshan shook his head slightly, thinking about it while saying.

Although he was familiar, he didn't think for a while who the person in the painting looked like. Or rather, I'm not sure who it is.