The carriage slowly stopped in front of the dolphin antique shop.

Garon jumped out of the car, gave the money to the driver, and walked to the door of the antique shop, which was closed and unusually quiet inside.

He looked up at the sign and began to knock on the door with his hand raised.

"Open the door, old man!"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The door creaked open a crack from the inside, and the old man Grag grabbed Garon, pulled him in, and quickly closed the door.

The shop was unusually dark, except for a kerosene lamp on the table in front of the bookshelf. In the faint yellow light, there was a small brown-red hourglass, and the black sand in it was slowly dripping down, making a rustling sound.

Garon adjusted slightly to the light in the store and glanced at the hourglass on the table.

"What is this? Your new goodies?"

The old man did not speak, but slowly walked to the table and sat down, and the light illuminated his face, which looked unusually old and tired.

"This is a black hourglass given to me by a friend to keep time, and it is said that one inversion can measure a long time. ”

He stretched out his hand and shook the hourglass: "It's been two weeks since I got my hand, and I only missed one-fifth, do you say it's slow?"

"It's really slow. Garon frowned slightly, looking at the old man's older face, "What's wrong with you, old man? ”

He found a stool and sat down at the table, turned the kerosene lamp into a larger one, and the light suddenly became much brighter.

"Maybe I'm sick," the old man smiled, but it wasn't as obscene as before. "Tell me, what's the matter with you coming here? Normally, you won't run to me if you're fine. ”

"Don't I respect the old man? You are a lonely old man of seventy or eighty years old who is here alone, am I not afraid that you will have no one to take care of you?" Garon smiled, "By the way, what about your children, what about your relatives? Why haven't you seen them?"

"Who knows?" muttered the old man, his face a little stunned, "Okay, don't talk about that, let's talk about you." You're fine, and you're not going to run to me. ”

"You know me. Garon knew from the old man's expression that his children might have mentioned the old man's sadness, so he changed the subject. "I came here to ask you how to authenticate antiques. Identifying antique jewelry, you must have opened an antique store, you should know something about this aspect, right?"

"It's easy!" the old man sat up straight and glanced at Garon, "But," he stretched out his hand and spread it out in front of Garon.

Syllable.

A stack of banknotes slapped in the old man's hand.

Hands are still spread.

Garon frowned, and took out another thousand pieces and slapped them on the old man's hand.

"Old man, look clearly, this is a stack of a thousand yuan!"

"I know it's a stack of 1,000 yuan, but the appraisal of this line requires a long time of accumulation and knowledge and experience, my old man has accumulated it for so long, it's nothing to ask you for some hard work, right?" "It's only two thousand, which is cheap for you kid. ”

"Then let me first introduce you to the way of the appraisal line. The old man cleared his throat.

"The so-called identification actually refers to several aspects of work. First, identify the true from the fake. Second, judge the age. Third, judge the origin, fourth, judge the value of the process. Each of these four aspects requires a long period of understanding, learning, and experience. Which side do you want to learn first?"

"Is it okay to study together? I'm very confident in myself. ”

"Let's learn together?" The old man looked at Garon under the light, and suddenly he was stunned again, his eyes seemed to be a little trance, "Learn together, have confidence in yourself?

After Garon's physical fitness improved, his hearing was good, and he vaguely heard the old man's low muttering, but he didn't care too much, everyone has secrets, and others don't want to tell them that this is their right.

"Is it okay to learn to identify the real and fake first?"

"No problem. The old man seemed to be in a state of interest, smashed his mouth, pulled out a drawer from under the table, took out a stack of white paper and two quills in it, and then unscrewed the inkwell on one side and dipped it.

"Authenticity is actually the most difficult place to master in the appraisal line, which actually depends on the accumulated experience and the time spent playing with antiques. "He drew a circle on the paper with a cross in it.

"Do you know what this is?" he said, pointing to the figure.

"Don't know a circular cross window?" Garon guessed as he looked at the graphics on the paper.

This is a special mark of a master jeweler during the Great Voyage, and if you know the perception of this mark, you can see the age, level, and category of this mark from a subtle place. Of course, if you don't understand, you won't be able to see anything. ”

Garon nodded thoughtfully: "Do you want to tell me that to identify the authenticity, it is not only necessary to look at the manufacturing details of the object itself, but also to combine the history behind it, as well as some special background knowledge, in order to truly identify the authenticity and fake?"

"Yo, he's very nimble, and he's very responsive. The old man just wanted to say the key, but Garon guessed it directly, and his expression was slightly surprised. "I'm also going to show you a high-quality imitation, a good thing that can't tell the real or fake at all except for the marking symbols, to give you a vivid and vivid example, but I didn't expect you to react immediately. ”

He paused, "Now that you know and understand, then you should understand that to identify real and fake antiques, what you need is to understand the history, the craftsmanship of different eras, famous masters, schools, categories. Famous allusions, manufacturing styles and factories and so on. In many cases, when these things are combined and look at antique jewelry, we can draw more realistic conclusions. ”

"So that's all I need to learn first?" Garon nodded. "Is there a collection of haode books?"

"Yes, yes, but it's not much use just reading the book, you read it first, and then I'll tell you about my own appraisal experience and special appraisal methods, let's do it step by step." There are many things that are not in the book, and in addition to sight, you must also use smell, hearing, touch, and taste. So it doesn't make sense to have theories alone. But you read the book first. ”

The old man rummaged through the bookshelves and found a tome in white paper. "This is the history of jewelry. ”

He flipped through it again and pulled out a thicker black-skinned brick, "This is the antique faction and the historical development. ”

He stacked the two books on top of each other and pushed them in front of Garon.

"Take it back and see it, and come back to me when you're done. ”

Garon looked at the two tomes speechlessly, "When do I have to see these two books?

"Don't rush, watch it slowly, just read it within a month. The old man waved his hand, "Okay, get out, I'm going to close the stall and rest and sleep." ”

Garon picked up the two books, "Then I'll go first, and I'll come back to you when I'm done." ”

"Oh yes. The old man patted his head, "Aren't you asking about the book last time, since you like it so much, I'll give you a gadget as a souvenir." ”

He reached out and fumbled around the crotch of his trousers, and finally found a small pendant, in the style of an open book.

"Here you go. He threw it over.

Garon caught it and looked at it, the pendant was only the size of a thumb nail, and it was exquisitely made, black throughout, with a strange dark red symbol in the center of the open page.

"What is this?"

"I bought that book as a gift, you can just keep it. The old man reached out and scratched at the crotch of his pants, which seemed to be a little itchy.

Garon shuddered, and quickly put the pendant in his trouser pocket, "I said where did you get this thing, are you disgusting? Okay, I'll go first." ”

"Go, go, go. The old man waved his hand impatiently.

Coming out of the antique shop, Garon waited for a while in front of the store, and there was no carriage passing by for more than ten minutes, the location of this place was not very good, and there were very few people coming by carriage. He had to hold his book and walk down the street to the corner of Pennington Street.

When he reached the bottom floor of his uncle's house, he looked up at the window of his uncle's house, and saw that Lombas had just walked away from the window, leaving only the still shaking sash of the window, as if he was deliberately avoiding him.

Garon wanted to go up to see his uncle, but when he saw that Lombas was also at home, he suddenly lost interest. Ever since the last time he had an unpleasant encounter with Lombas, he felt upset when he saw this guy.

"This guy has been pretty good lately. Garon hadn't taken a few steps forward with the book in his arms, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Brother Garon!" a crisp girl's voice came from behind.

Garon turned around and saw a small red-faced young girl running towards him.

The girl was wearing a white thin cotton shirt with a corseted waist, and a pair of white terrazed jeans perfectly highlighted the tight curve of the long legs of her hips, but she looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the bear gull had not developed much.

When the girl ran over, she brought a faint girlish body fragrance, and her short red hair had a refreshing and energetic feeling.

"Brother Garon, you've passed by here, why don't you come up and sit down?" The girl was none other than her uncle's daughter, Filia. Unlike Lombas, Filia has always been very enthusiastic about Galleon, perhaps because Gallon used to like to play with children.

"I didn't see Filia there. Garon smiled and reached out to pinch the girl's little nose. "How did you cut your hair?"

"I'm learning martial arts right now. The girl made a basic gesture.

"Where's my uncle?"

"Entertaining guests at home, they just talk about complicated and troublesome things, anyway, it's boring, Brother Garon, can you come up and play with me?" Filia Candle Garon shook her arm.

"Forget it, my uncle is talking about things at home, and I won't bother. ”

"Also, Dad heard that you were accepted as an apprentice by the master of the Baiyun Pavilion, and he was very unhappy about it. Filia lowered her voice. "Dad said, I don't want you to waste time learning any martial arts, a little bit of self-defense is enough, and it is not enough to devote all your energy to it. That's a waste of time. ”

Garon frowned: "I thought my uncle would be quite happy." ”

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