Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

But Gu Youli kept silent all the time, and there was a slight disappointment in the old man's eyes.

I don't want to believe that Gu Youli will be the one who doesn't make a sound when something goes wrong, and he doesn't want to take responsibility.

And rely on Feibai to help her solve everything, the girl who bears everything.

But without waiting for the old man to sink his mind, Gu Youli took a step and walked to the old man's side suddenly.

She stepped up, then whispered a few words in the old man's ear.

There are certain words and certain things that she cannot tell old man Yu in front of so many people.

Otherwise, it would be too disrespectful to the old man.

I don't know what the two of them were talking about in a low voice, but everyone looked at them suspiciously!

In the end, they saw Gu Youli moved away gently, and bowed their heads to admit their mistake to the old man: I'm sorry, Grandpa, please forgive me this time!

I don't know what Gu Youli said, but the old man Yu, who was always as stable as Mount Tai, did not change his face, his face became serious.

He looked at the painting over there that was stained by alcohol, and then at He Jintong standing over there nervously.

He Jintong's whole body stiffened immediately, his heart beating like thunder.

What did Gu Youli say to Mr. Yu to make him look at him like this, do he know that he bumped into Gu Youli on purpose?

She thought that old man Yu would say something, but old man Yu's eyes moved away slightly, and returned to Gu Youli who bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

With a sigh, the old man Yu said: Forget it, it's just a painting, let's go, the banquet is about to begin.

When Mr. Yu said something, a thunder exploded in He Jintong's mind!

What's going on, why did the old man suddenly not care about it?

The sharp nails dug into the palm of his hand, and He Jintong immediately said weakly: Grandpa, it's my fault, I dirty the painting that Haoyu gave you, but I really didn't mean it, I didn't expect that Miss Gu would bump into it. I!

As she said that, tears welled up, her face full of grievances, infinite grievances, nothing but grievances.

Grandpa, I have been looking for this painting for half a year before I found it for you? It has been less than a day since I gave it to you, Yu Haoyu said with infinite regret.

I'm not reconciled, but he spent a lot of money to buy this to coax the old man, how could he just ruin it like this?

Moreover, the old man forgave so easily, which made him feel even more unwilling.

Why? Could it be that she was the woman brought back by Yu Feibai?

Too much preference, Yu Haoyu's fists behind his back were tightly packed!

Gu Youli didn't expect that he wanted to calm things down and save face for some people.

But some people refused.

Grandpa... Gu Youli raised his eyes to look at old man Yu, a little embarrassed.

With a serious face, old man Yu went to the painting and sniffed vigorously, especially the place where the wine had been spilled.

This painting does not have the fragrance of ancient paintings, but besides the smell of wine, is it a pungent smell of smoke?

Mr. Yu loves to collect calligraphy and paintings, so he naturally knows something about it.

Of course I understand what's going on.

He reached out and touched the edge of the paper again, looked at the words soaked in sprinkles, and frowned slightly.

Grandpa, can it still be saved? Yu Haoyu asked nervously.

Mr. Yu stared at him, Why save it, it's not the real thing, but a fake!

His tone was flat, and he didn't seem angry.

Maybe when he received the painting before, when he tasted it, he didn't fully believe it, but he just didn't want to refute the face of the younger generation, so he didn't say anything.

His words were like a thunderclap that exploded in the room.

Politeness is like boiling water, boiling all of a sudden, and everyone's faces are mixed with surprise, disbelief, doubt, and curiosity...

He Jintong's eyes widened in shock, his hands and feet were cold at the moment, How is that possible?

Yu Haoyu's face turned pale, and his voice trembled: Grandpa, how is this possible? This...

At this moment, He Jintong's grandfather, He Jintong came out from the crowd.

Like old man Yu, he first sniffed with his nose.

Mr. Yu said next to him: Once this paper is soaked, how can there be a smell of smoke? I think you should understand, old in-laws!

Mr. He nodded, and then said softly: I know, it's because the paper is soaked in smoke and water to make it old! Although the old drawing paper looks yellow, it is not the color precipitated by history.

Mr. Yu went on to say: So, in some places, the yellow color will appear darker, and in other places, the yellow color will be lighter. This is because it is impossible to keep the whole paper at the same level during soaking. It was strange just now. It’s been a long time, and now I understand, thanks to this glass of wine!”

Mr. He frowned and said: But this does not mean that this painting is not authentic! You must know that the pine smoke ink of the Ming Dynasty has to survive three winters and four summers, and many spices, tobacco leaves, etc. are added to prevent insects from eating.

In an instant, a farce caused by He Jintong turned into a painting appraisal meeting of two old people.

The two are indeed veterans of the battlefield, with rich experience, and they eat more salt than the juniors.

This knowledge, speaking of a set of sets.

Mr. Yu raised his hand, put it on the paper and touched it again: The reason why I am sure is mainly because of this. The characteristic of the cotton paper in the Ming Dynasty is that the surface of the paper is uneven, and there will be small paper thorns when you touch it with your hands. Moreover, the color of the paper is off-white, the same on the outside and inside, so after hundreds of years of precipitation, the paper should have weathered into a layer of smooth and flat pulp, simple and smooth, and slightly stiff, but the paper used for this painting , it is obviously made of modern tissue paper, although it is worn out, it is still very soft, because the smoothness of the surface is not the smoothness of the pulp, if you don’t believe me, Lao He, you can feel it.”

Mr. He stepped forward and touched it according to what Mr. Yu said: It is true. The paper of this painting is hard, and it should be without pulp, but this does not mean that it is a fake!

The old man Yu widened his eyes and said displeasedly: Why can't it be represented? It's normal for the ink to melt when the water is poured on the paper, but that's only when the painting is done not long ago. This is the case. If it is really an ancient painting, the patina on the screen will protect the ink stains to a certain extent. Even if you splash water on it, it will not melt away so quickly. The reason why it melts now is very simple, because short time!

Everyone gathered together and looked carefully with their eyes wide open. The ink marks were indeed scattered.

They all felt that Mr. Yu was right, and everyone nodded frequently.

After the two old men talked about it, they had actually forgotten about the painting being splashed with wine.

As for the authenticity of the painting, the discussion was lively.