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Mr. Yang has dealt with calligraphy and painting for most of his life, and he dare not say that he has reached the pinnacle of attainment here, but he can still say a word with pride after being well-informed.

The autumn hunting picture that Fang Xia found from the interlayer of the partition was made by whom. He still has no idea, but judging from the style of painting and the costumes of the characters, it can be guessed that it is probably a work of the late Tang Dynasty.What is certain is that this is definitely not a modern imitation, and it is somewhat possible that later generations of the Tang Dynasty copied it.In any case, the age of this painting must not be short. Its value is not only in the artistic category of painting skills, but also involves the level of history and culture. Simply put - this painting is an antique.

While talking to everyone, Mr. Yang stared at the painting and sighed again and again.

On the side, Master Wu's complexion changed again and again, and finally became livid.This autumn hunting picture is obviously the real body of the Double Yin Thing, and he pointed to the oil painting that hides this ancient painting before, swearing that the oil painting is too young to be the Double Yin Thing.But now it seems that he is like an incompetent person who only looks at appearances, not as good as the yellow-mouthed kid in his mouth.

However, everyone's attention was on the autumn hunting picture, and no one paid attention to Master Wu's wonderful expression at the moment.

Needless to say, the Yang family are all lovers of calligraphy and painting under the influence of Mr. Yang.Fang Xia majored in traditional Chinese painting, which is considered to be in his field, so he naturally stared at the illustrated magazine.Wei Shuhua is a lover of literature and art. Although his appreciation level is limited, it does not affect his enthusiasm for calligraphy and painting.

Among these people, Zhou Jingcai was the one who was not very interested in painting, so he raised his eyes and glanced at Master Wu, but soon his eyes fell on the painting—he was not keen on the painting itself, but it was not only It's a painting, or an antique, very valuable!Maybe someday it will be placed in a museum display case, and if you want to see it again, you have to be separated by a glass.Now that I have the opportunity to watch it at such a close distance, I just take a second look, maybe I can show it someday.For example—I think back then, my brother saw this autumn hunting picture with his own eyes, and it was discovered from the interlayer of the oil painting partition.

Fang Xia stared at the painting for a while, then heard Fu Jin standing behind him say: [It is indeed a painting of the late Tang Dynasty, but this is not a complete painting, it should only be a quarter of the painting. ]

"A quarter?" Fang Xia subconsciously repeated Fu Jin's words.

Fang Xia's opening broke the quiet atmosphere in the living room, and everyone who was looking at the painting turned their heads to look at him.

"Well, I mean the painting is only a quarter of the original painting."

"How did you find out?" Wei Shuhua asked beside him.

[Pave the position where the hem is drawn. ] Fu Jin reminded behind Fang Xia.

Fang Xia put on gloves, carefully removed the autumn hunting picture from the partition, unfolded the hem, and spread it on the empty space of the glass coffee table again.

Everyone leaned over to look again, and saw half a deer head where the hem unfolded.A painting of a hunting scene with a deer's head hanging in the air at the border would look unnatural even to an untrained eye.

"Hi! This is being cut!" Mr. Yang slapped his thigh, heartbroken.

"Why do you want to cut it? Isn't the whole one more valuable." Just after Zhou Jing finished speaking, he felt that what he had said was too stinky, and it was not right for the art lovers present, so he quickly remedied, "I mean , a complete painting has more artistic value.”

"That's the reason. Under normal circumstances, you don't cut a painting. It should be cut when the original painting is damaged. In the era of war, many famous paintings were carried out of the country like this. This hunting picture is mostly the same, I The oil painting I bought was purchased from overseas. Those idiots don’t understand anything, they are all cut and cut.” Mr. Yang sighed, and looked up at Fang Xia in doubt, “But why do you Know that this is a quarter? Look at the cropping marks, this should be the lower left corner of a painting, there is no way to judge the size of the original painting."

Fang Xia: "..." Fu Jin said a quarter, how could he know how big the original painting was...

In the end, Fang Xia made a random guess and fooled it.

Mr. Yang asked someone to get a wooden brocade box to temporarily store the autumn hunting.

"I'll put this painting in your place for now, and I'll trouble you for a while, and we'll find the master to deal with it as soon as possible." Old Mr. Yang watched Fang Xia reluctantly put the painting into the box.However, he was at ease with Fang Xia, the painting would not hinder Fang Xia, and Fang Xia was a lover of painting, so he didn't have to worry too much about any aspect.

Seeing that Fang Xia was about to leave with the painting in his arms, Master Wu was in a hurry, "Mr. Yang, you can't entrust the things that can't be heavy with Yin to a brat who doesn't understand anything at all. I've already contacted my apprentice to come over, you put the painting Leave it to him..."

"That's enough, Wu Chang sent Master. We believe you and asked you to come here to help. You ruined the oil painting I just bought, and you don't know how to pretend to understand." Yang Lao patted the arm of the sofa. I don't need to blame you, but you are already like this as a master, and you still want me to give this thing to your apprentice? That is to make me harm people! Do you know that?"

The sound of an ambulance came from outside.

"Master Wu, the ambulance is here, let me take you to the hospital." Yang Yichen got up and said to Wu Changsong.

"You, you..."

"We are very grateful for your help, but since this matter is beyond your ability, I hope you don't try to be brave. Otherwise, it will be difficult for everyone."

Wu Changsong shut up.

Yang Yichen pushed his wheelchair and sent him out.

After sending Wu Changsong away, Fang Xia and Wei Shuhua are also preparing to go back to the city.

Before leaving, Fang Xia asked Mr. Yang about the origin of the painting.As he and Fu Jin guessed, it turned out that Mr. Yang bought it in advance on the eve of the Cangli Gallery exhibition.In other words, the oil painting they couldn't find in the Cangli Gallery was this one by Mr. Yang.

After returning to the apartment where he lived, Fang Xia called Geng Shudan and explained the situation.

"I told you not to participate, but you still joined in." Geng Shudan sighed on the other end of the phone, and then said, "I see, I will send someone to the Yang family to accept the commission and deal with the painting in your hand." gone."

"How to deal with it? Destroy it?" Fang Xia asked nervously.

"How is it possible? This is a priceless antique! It is a cultural relic! Just find a way to dissipate the yin energy." Geng Shudan said, "The heavy yin objects are almost all antiques. Many people in the Xuanshu circle have to go to the bureau to queue up for tea."

"Things with double yin are common?"

"It's generally not common outside, but it's quite common in burial objects."

Fang Xia hung up the phone, sat in front of the desk thoughtfully for a while, then looked at Fu Jin who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, "Fu Jin, how do you know that the hunting picture is a quarter of the original painting? You seen?"

[Well, I've seen it. ]

"Is this painting a tomb object?"

[I have been wandering in this world for thousands of years, and I have seen many people buried, and the tomb objects are strange? ] Fu Jin looked at Fang Xia and asked back.

"No, it's not surprising..." Fang Xia shrank her neck, she was sure that Fu Jin was really not in a good mood.

[Do you have any other questions? ] Fu Jin looked straight at Fang Xia.

"May I ask why you are in a bad mood?" Fang Xia tentatively asked.

Fu Jin didn't answer right away, he looked at Fang Xia quietly and intently, almost staring.

Fang Xia swallowed, feeling suddenly a little nervous.

[Who... did you dream of last night? ] After the room was quiet for a long time, Fu Jin finally asked slowly.

If you want to know the person in Fang Xia's dream, you can't get results by just guessing. The only way is to get the answer directly from the person concerned.

As soon as Fu Jin's voice fell, Fang Xia suddenly felt that his whole body was petrified on the chair.

Why did Fu Jin specifically ask him who did he dream about last night?Was his erotic dream yesterday a lot of noise?Then he still talked in his sleep after falling asleep, and called Fu Jin's name? !

In Fang Xia's confused mind, he suddenly found a light.

right!He must have called Fu Jin's name in a dream!Therefore, Fu Jin has been in a bad mood since this morning, and doesn't talk to him much.I take you as a friend, but you take me as a material for sex dreams, whoever it is will be uncomfortable!

Fang Xia felt that her skin was getting hotter and hotter. The thick skin she was proud of probably couldn't withstand the increasing heat, and her skin was already red.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you." Fang Xia avoided Fu Jin's gaze, and replied in a very small voice, "I dreamed of you..."

After Fang Xia's nearly murmured ending sound disappeared, the room fell into silence again for a moment.

Fang Xia lowered his head, his face was scalded, overwhelmed by guilt and shame, he didn't have the courage to look up at Fu Jin.Therefore, he also missed Fu Jin's obvious astonishment.

Fu Jin's astonishment and surprise were uncontrollably expressed on his face. This was probably the first time he had such a vivid expression after being a ghost for so many years.He thought about what he knew, everyone around Fang Xia, but he didn't think about himself.

He had a good face, and during his lifetime, apart from women flocking to him, many men had dirty thoughts about him. After he knew about it, he only felt disgusted, disgusted and resented.However, besides the astonishment that he appeared in Fang Xia's dream, he also had an indescribable emotion, but it was definitely not disgust.

Fu Jin stared blankly at Fang Xia for a while, then came to his senses and found that the person sitting on the chair was shrinking into a quail.So unscrupulous, no decent person would be so cowardly.There was a hint of a smile in Fu Jin's eyes, and he quickly restrained himself, returning to his usual calm demeanor.

[Didn't you want to ask me about the entity? ] Fu Jin took the initiative to change the subject.

Fang Xia secretly raised his eyes to glance at Fu Jin, and found that he didn't seem to be angry, and his mood seemed to have picked up.He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, Fu Jin was probably waiting for him to apologize, but he would only be angry if he hadn't apologized.That page is now closed.

"What's the matter with your entity?" Fang Xia asked following Fu Jin's words.

[I have always had an entity, but I just don't want the Geng family to know, so I maintain the state of an ordinary ghost. ]

Fu Jin was telling the truth, almost telling Fang Xia that he was born with a tangible ghost.He thought a lot about Fang Xia's explanation. He had countless lies to deceive him, but when he really wanted to speak to him, he didn't want to lie to him anymore.However, this answer is already the limit. He will not tell Fang Xia about the description of how dangerous he is, the words that may make Fang Xia stay away from him.

Fang Xia nodded, indicating that he understood.As for Fu Jin's hiding the fact that he has a real body from the Geng family, he is completely supportive. Who knows how the Geng family will use it—although they don't know what value Li Gui's real body will produce.

"Fu Jin, I dreamed about you last night. Don't pay too much attention to it. Dreams shouldn't be real." Fang Xia was afraid that Fu Jin would have a grudge in his heart. After talking about Fu Jin's real thing, he explained again, " Fat Monkey also dreamed about having sex with an aunt, and dreams like this are completely uncontrollable chatter, which doesn’t make much sense.”

After saying that, Fang Xia saw Fu Jin glanced at him with extremely indifferent eyes, and turned to look at the scenery outside the window without saying a word.

Fang Xia: "..." Fu Jin's mood in the stock market seems to have dropped again...

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Fang Xia stood on the embarrassing high platform.

Mr. Fu kindly moved the ladder.

Fang Xia kicked the ladder over.