Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao looked at each other in astonishment, which made Jiang Chen react at once.

He coughed dryly twice, smiled awkwardly, and was confused.

The three of them walked to Zheng Banqiao's painting, and many people stopped to watch it at this time.

One of them was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and the middle-aged man was still talking eloquently.

"Zheng Banqiao is an important representative of the eight strange figures of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty, poetry, calligraphy and painting are unique, although this "Ink and Bamboo Picture" is not his painstaking work, but it expresses that he was more and more free and easy after being demoted, it is really rare......"

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

Jiang Chen didn't pay attention to the middle-aged man's introduction, but frowned and stared at the "ink bamboo picture" hanging on the wall.

However, Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao's eyes were attracted by the middle-aged man.

There are many people who come to see such art exhibition halls, but even fewer can understand and trace the origin of the artwork.

The middle-aged man also noticed the arrival of Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao, and couldn't help but light up his eyes, his heart was ape, such two big beauties were present, he had to behave better.

Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the middle-aged man continued to talk.

The demeanor is impeccable.

The rhetoric is even more immersive.

Jiang Chen listened to the introduction of the middle-aged man, and then looked at the "Ink Bamboo Picture" on the wall, and couldn't help but outline a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for the introduction of the middle-aged man, he really didn't know that Xiao Zheng was so wanton and free back then.

In my memory, Xiao Zheng, who was demoted at that time, was not free and easy at all.

"Do you have any objection to what I said, sir?"

Seeing Jiang Chen's smile on the corner of his mouth, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and asked.

Dao Dao's gaze suddenly focused on Jiang Chen.

Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao were also stunned at the same time.

What does Jiang Chen know?

"I understand a little." Jiang Chen smiled.

The middle-aged man looked a little displeased: "Since you understand a little, I said it wrong?" ”

"Nope." Jiang Chen shook his head, "I just feel like I want to laugh." ”

The crowd suddenly showed displeasure.

I'm not wrong, but I still feel like laughing?

Is it so disrespectful?

Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao were also blushing, Jiang Chen's words were already provocative.

Those who go to the art exhibition hall and dare to talk eloquently are probably those who have a certain background.

People are not wrong, but Jiang Chen laughed, isn't this a provocation?

Mu Qing'er immediately wanted to dissuade Jiang Chen.

Without waiting for him to speak, the middle-aged man walked up and down in front of Jiang Chen, first glanced at Jiang Chen up and down, then looked at Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao on the left and right, and said arrogantly: "I don't know why you are laughing, but you are still acting like this on such an occasion, when I am not wrong, it is simply the disrespect of the master Zheng Banqiao and the desecration of art." ”

"Don't you feel ashamed of you and these two ladies for visiting them?"

The rhetoric is convincing and domineering.

He deliberately wanted to show himself in front of the two beauties, and the person who came with the two beauties actually laughed for no reason.

It doesn't look like a high-class person in dress, and it is estimated that he can come to such an occasion with the light of two beauties, who will he step on if he doesn't step on him?

Can a hillbilly be worthy of such a beauty?

The middle-aged man pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and stared at Jiang Chen fiercely.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiaoqiao's faces were angry, although Jiang Chen was really rude when he laughed at people.

But the words of the middle-aged man are too domineering, and they are on the line.

Jiang Chen rubbed his nose and said, "If my laughter makes you feel uncomfortable, I apologize to you." ”

"Huh!"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Hillbilly, if you don't have that artistic background, don't come to such an occasion, it will only embarrass the beauties around you, and the admission qualification of the Beria exhibition hall is really getting lower and lower these years." ”

Jiang Chen apologized directly, making him a little unable to continue, so he could only wave his hand, mock, and stop there.

After a short episode, Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao didn't want to stay longer, so they hurriedly pulled Jiang Chen away.

After walking some distance, Qiao Qiao said in a low voice: "Jiang Damu, people were talking about it just now, what are you laughing at?" Isn't this a blatant scolding? ”

Jiang Chen shrugged helplessly: "That painting is fake, that person is still talking so eloquently, of course I have to laugh." ”

Fake?!

Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao were dumbfounded as if they were struck by lightning.

"You, can you tell if the painting is real or fake?" Jojo asked.

Nodding, Jiang Chen laughed, his eyes deep and powerful.

For a long time, he drank wine with the emperor, discussed the aisle with the great Confucian, and those big people who left their names in history had the same communication.

I vaguely remember that Zheng Banqiao painted bamboo back then, or he personally ordered it.

After Zheng Banqiao was demoted, he hung his head in frustration and was disheartened.

The so-called wanton and free and easy is probably the meaning of drunkenness.

"Tell me, how do you see that?" Jojo came interested.

A person who has eaten soft rice in Mu's house for three years, laundry and cooking, not only plays a good piano, but can also distinguish the authenticity of the painting?

It's a big baby.

Jiang Chen glanced at Mu Qing'er, and then said slowly: "Zheng Banqiao does have three unique poems, calligraphy and paintings, and his painting bamboo is even stronger, but the bamboo he painted all highlights the strength and tenacity of bamboo. ”

"The ink and bamboo picture just now, copying can be regarded as okay, there is strength and tenacity, but the pen power is not enough, the ink rendering is thick, a little weaker, and the place where the ink is thin is a little thicker, so that the artistic conception of strength and tenacity is greatly reduced."

"With Zheng Banqiao's strength in painting bamboo, it is not enough to have a lack of artistic conception."

The conversation made Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiaomei stunned.

This guy really knows so much?

After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Qiao's eyes suddenly flashed, and he smiled strangely: "Jiang Damu, do you know that we don't understand, and deliberately say a few nonsense, wanting to fool around and let Qing'er not blame you for what happened just now, right?" ”

Jiang Chen smiled noncommittally, the appreciation of ancient paintings can only be seen the more you see, the stronger your ability to appreciate it.

He didn't doubt the artistic level of Mu Qing'er and Qiao Qiao, but no matter how much they saw them, they couldn't compare to seeing Zheng Banqiao painting bamboo with his own eyes.

Anyone can talk about it like that, but it does sound a little hollow.

"Let's go, find a place to eat." Mu Qing'er patted Qiaoqiao's shoulder and didn't delve into it.

The three of them walked together towards the outside of the exhibition hall.

But just now, where the three of them stopped to talk, in front of a painting, an old man with a dragon head crutch, wearing a white Tang costume, white beard and white eyebrows slowly turned around.

He glanced at Jiang Chen with a deep gaze and smiled slightly.

"Grandpa, that kid was right just now." The young man next to the old man was a little surprised.

"At a young age, you can be as discerning as a torch, Chen'er, you are much inferior." The old man nodded and smiled.

The young man pursed his mouth: "I'm not bad, I've watched it three times, and I still can't see it?" ”

Syllable!

The old man tapped his crutches on the young man's calf: "Dare to talk back? Go and go, let the guy who is embarrassed and flirtatious in front of people stop, and brag about a fake painting for a long time, and the old man has no face. ”

The young man muttered as he walked up to the middle-aged man in gold-rimmed glasses.

The middle-aged man was still talking eloquently at this time, obviously with a deep background, and the head of the analysis was the Tao.

"Stop, sir." The young man said.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man in amazement: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"My grandfather can't stand your bragging, so let me come over and tell you to restrain yourself."

The middle-aged man suddenly frowned, and his anger surged, what was going on today?

I came to see a solo exhibition, a hillbilly provoked me, and now a person has come out and said that I brag than that?

"Why do you say I'm bragging? I have been collecting paintings for 20 years, and I have a deep understanding of all kinds of paintings. The middle-aged man's tone was not good.

The young man reluctantly pointed to the painting on the wall: "This painting is fake. ”

The crowd of onlookers immediately looked at each other in disbelief.

The middle-aged man was also shocked, carefully examined the paintings on the wall, and suddenly became puzzled.

How can this painting be fake?

It's obviously Zheng Banqiao's painting!

"This painting was copied by my grandfather."

The young man patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, took out a magnifying glass and handed it to the middle-aged man, pointing to the seal the size of a finger in the lower right corner of the painting on the wall: "Oh, this is my grandfather's seal." ”

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly took the magnifying glass, approached closer, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully.

He hadn't even noticed the seal just now, because it was so small!

"Han Sanqian?!"

When he saw the words on the seal clearly, there was a bang in his head, and his face turned into a pig's liver color: "Chinese painting master Han Sanqian? ”

Immediately, he suddenly thought of Jiang Chen's laughter at him just now.

Wait a minute!

That hillbilly just now has already found out and deliberately laughed at me for bragging?

How could it be that such a small seal, barely visible with a magnifying glass, how could he see it?