Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

Jiang Huan looked at Chen Yang, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then slowly said, "The small scene imitating Huichong is the fourth section of this volume, and it is also a composition of the Pingyuan school. There is a river on both sides, and the trees are getting farther and farther away. The clouds and mist are fading. The dense mist covers the distant mountains, and the flat area is vast and stretches far and wide."

Jiang Huan said as he walked, "Although the painting style is harmonious and the composition is exquisite, we can see carefully that although this painting is made of Qing Dynasty paper, the ink is different."

As he spoke, Jiang Huan pointed to the ink mark in the painting and began his explanation. Chen Yang hugged his shoulders and watched from the side. He always thought that she only knew how to frame and unframe, but he didn't expect that she was so eloquent that she could actually describe the old Mo as the new Mo.

"How about it, Chen Yang, do you admit defeat?" After Jiang Huan finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Chen Yang with a proud look on his face.

"Okay, okay!" Song Qingyun smiled and clapped his hands after hearing this, "I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang's descendants are so powerful and can insist on calling old Mo a new mo. If I were a young boy, I guess just now I believe those words!”

After hearing what Song Qingyun said, Jiang Huan suddenly became unhappy and pinched his waist with both hands, "Uncle Song, as I said just now, you are not allowed to interrupt when we are competing!"

Song Qingyun smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything!"

"But you've finished talking!" Jiang Huan rolled his eyelids angrily, then looked at Chen Yang, "Chen Yang, do you have anything else to say?"

Chen Yang looked at Jiang Huan, is this girl out of her mind? Just now my uncle said, this Mo is old, what else do you want me to say?

"What did I say?" Chen Yanghu asked, "Didn't Boss Song just say that this Mo is old? Obviously you made a mistake."

"Your uncle's words don't count!" Jiang Huan pinched his waist and said, "Unless you can prove that this is Lao Mo!"

"Isn't this simple?" Chen Yang stood up with a smile and walked to the hand scroll, "To judge whether it was written by old ink or new ink, you only need to look at a few points. The first is the color of the ink: the color of the old ink It is usually darker than new ink because the moisture in the old ink has evaporated, making the ink more intense.”

"The second is the texture of the ink: the texture of old ink is harder than new ink because the water has evaporated and the ink block is tighter. Finally, there are lines. The lines of words written or paintings drawn with old ink are more stable. , because the texture of old ink is hard and the strokes are more powerful."

After saying this, Chen Yang pointed to the fourth handscroll, "The ink used on this is completely in line with the characteristics I just mentioned. It is definitely Lao Mo. Do you have any objections?"

"Of course!" Jiang Huan puffed up her chest, and Chen Yang glanced at him. He was not that big, but he was quite big for his position.

"As for what you just said, as long as a master of counterfeiting can do it casually with new ink, it cannot be established." Jiang Huan approached Chen Yang, "You have to know that this is Wang Hui's imitation of Tang, Song and Yuan names. If you want to imitate the six paintings of Xian Hengjing, of course you have to find a master, but this does not count."

Chen Yang looked at Jiang Huan, and then glanced at the painting, "We have agreed, are you sure that this painting is a fake? This one among the six paintings is a fake, right?"

"Of course!" Jiang Huan puffed out his chest and said confidently.

"If it turns out to be true later, you won't regret it, right?" Chen Yang asked Jiang Huan with a smile, "You won't just point out something and say it's false, right?"

"Of course not!" Jiang Huan glared at Chen Yang, "Who do you think I am? It's just the same as I promised!"

After hearing this, Chen Yang nodded, then smiled at Jiang Huan, stretched out his hand to signal her, "Bring me a glass of water!"

After hearing this, Jiang Huan was stunned for a moment, looked at the painting on the workbench, and then asked nervously, "What are you going to do? I can tell you that although this painting is fake, the others are real, you monster If it breaks, this set will be useless, can you afford to pay for it?"

Are you kidding me? When appraising ancient paintings, the most taboo thing is tobacco, wine, tea, and even incense cannot be placed next to it. This guy asked for water, don't destroy the painting, I'm serious!

"Don't you dare?" Chen Yang asked with a smile, "Don't worry, if it breaks, I'll pay for it!"

Since Chen Yang had said so, and Song Qingyun was standing beside him, Jiang Huan pouted, brought a glass of water, and handed it to Chen Yang.

"Who asked you to get the white water?" Chen Yang looked at her and said, "If you sprinkle the white water on the ancient painting, it won't be a waste. I want tea!"

"Then you don't make it clear!" Jiang Huan shouted dissatisfied, muttered, rolled his eyes at Chen Yang and went to change the tea.

For old paintings, the drawing paper is all brown. Even if you accidentally touch the painting, it will just leave some tea stains when it dries. Because the brown color is similar to the color of the drawing paper, as long as it does not spread over a large area or splashes on the pen and ink, it will not affect too much. Great value, but not with plain water.

After a while, Jiang Huan brought over another cup of tea. Chen Yang took the tea with both hands and placed it on the other end of the workbench. Then he dipped his fingers into the cup and dropped some tea on the scroll painting.

"What are you doing? You're crazy!" Jiang Huan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, but it was still a step too late. This is a real work!

Song Qingyun saw that Chen Yangdi's position in the scroll happened to be a place with thick ink, and he couldn't help but smile, this kid could actually do this trick.

"Are you crazy? Are you trying to win? Do you know that this is a cultural relic?" Jiang Huan shouted, reaching out to clean up the water droplets on the screen, but Chen Yang reached out and grabbed his arm.

Jiang Huan was grabbed by Chen Yang's arm and looked at Chen Yang with wide eyes. If Chen Yang hadn't grabbed her wrist, she would have wanted to slap him twice. Such a person is so selfish!

With a smile on his face, Chen Yang grabbed Jiang Huan and asked her to look at him. He looked at Jiang Huan calmly, "Now you know it's a cultural relic? Who said it was a fake just now?"

Jiang Huan pouted after hearing this, and then rolled her eyes at Chen Yang, "Even if I lied to you, you can't destroy the painting! You can see that it's an authentic painting, but you still destroy it. You did it deliberately to win!"

"Let me go and I'll take care of it, otherwise it'll be too late!"

Chen Yang snorted slightly, "Go and take a closer look for yourself! A framer doesn't even know this bit of knowledge!"

After speaking, Chen Yang let go of Jiang Huan, and Jiang Huan turned to look at the painting. I saw that the water droplets not only did not spread, but just floated on the pen and ink. The ink stain does not appear to be blurred. What's going on?

Jiang Huan opened her mouth in surprise, turned to look at Chen Yang, then hurriedly stood up straight, lowered her head slightly, and took a step back.

Chen Yang and Song Qingyun looked at Jiang Huan. Why did this little girl suddenly turn into a docile kitten? Where was her arrogant and domineering look just now? Just when the two were curious, a voice came from behind them, "Yes, I haven't seen anyone use this method for a long time."

Chen Yang and Song Qingyun turned to look over. Jiang Guangtai was standing behind them, staring at the painting.

No, this is Jiang Guangzheng, right? That's not right. Jiang Guangzheng's voice was hoarse. This voice was indeed Jiang Guangtai's. Oops, twins are really troublesome. I hope Xiaowei won’t give birth to twins for herself. If they must be twins, they can be twins.

"Mr. Jiang, excuse me." Song Qingyun smiled, clasped his fists and greeted Jiang Guangtai respectfully.

"Mr. Jiang, I..." Chen Yang looked back at the painting, "I did this. I don't blame Jiang Huan."

"Second Grandpa..." Jiang Huan raised his head slightly and glanced at Jiang Guangtai, then lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his work clothes, "I... I know he is Chen Yang, and I want to compete with him..."

Jiang Guangtai stroked his beard and opened his eyes slightly, "In any competition, I am no match for others, how can you be their rival? You dare to take out the cultural relics in the museum to compete, you are really becoming more and more courageous!"

"Why don't you take care of it quickly and pack it up!"

Jiang Huan stuck out his tongue and hurriedly went to pack the paintings. When he turned around, he glared at Chen Yang.

Jiang Guangtai motioned for the two of them to sit down. Chen Yang sat next to him and scratched his head, "Mr. Jiang, last time it was the junior's luck. In terms of strength, you are the senior. I..."

Before Chen Yang finished speaking, Jiang Guangtai waved his hand and said it was okay. I know what my nephew is. After dealing with Chen Yang several times, I feel that Chen Yang is not a bad young man. Not only does he have good eyesight, but he is also measured in doing things. He is much better than his nephew.

Hearing that Chen Yang came to reveal the painting again, Jiang Guangtai said that he would like to see what good things it was. He heard that Jiang Huan helped Chen Yang reveal an inscription on a shabby house last time. He really regretted that he did not see it at the time.

At this time, Jiang Huan had already packed up Wang Hui's six paintings imitating the landscapes of famous figures from the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties, and came closer. Jiang Guangtai scolded Jiang Huan.

From what Jiang Guangtai said, Chen Yang knew that these were sent by Shoubo for re-framing. Hearing this, Chen Yang frowned slightly. Why is this set of paintings still in Shoub now, but in 2015, it appeared at the auction? Already?

"Second Grandpa, why didn't the tea seep into the ink just now?" After being scolded by Jiang Guangtai, Jiang Huan curiously asked Jiang Guangtai the reason.