cute naive

Huang Xingyun's old voice was like a vicious sharp knife, tearing apart the peaceful atmosphere. People looked at them one after another. Everyone was familiar with the two masters and apprentices. Since then, the two have frequently been active in front of everyone. Some time ago, the master and apprentice turned against each other, which added a lot of talk to everyone after dinner.

Facing the ruthless words of his former mentor, Song Wenyuan kept smiling and said with a warm smile, "Mr. Huang is well educated, the world of antiques is vast, and the younger generation still has a lot to learn."

"..." Huang Xingyun obviously didn't expect this kid to be so thick-skinned that he could laugh like a flower after being humiliated in front of everyone.

He punched the cotton with one punch, retracted his fist depressedly, stepped into the store with two old seniors with a stern face, looked up for a while, and said lightly, "Your store is well decorated."

Song Wenyuan smiled brightly, "I thank Mr. Huang for the compliment on behalf of the naivety, this is all designed by him."

Huang Xingyun's face froze, and he clenched his back molars: You little bastard, how dare you mention my innocence! ! !

An old man pointed to a box in the glass cabinet, "Is this set of "Pictures of Scenic Spots in Tang Dynasty" a Japanese block edition published in 1805?"

"Mr. Zhang has good eyesight." Song Wenyuan opened the glass cabinet, took out the letter, and pushed it in front of the old man. Juan is the capital, Wuliu is Zhili."

"Ahem..." Huang Xingyun coughed twice, and said coldly, "He and rigid have no collection value, and there is no room for appreciation in the country."

Song Wenyuan said slowly, "Mr. Huang's words are wrong. Although there has been a wave of collecting enthusiasm in recent years, people follow the trend to invest in antique art, but a person who really loves collecting, when evaluating an antique, the first thing that comes to mind is, how can it be Is it money and room for appreciation?"

The few poor old collectors around heard the words and nodded appreciatively, "Xiao Song is right, the meaning of collecting is to observe the present and learn from the past, and to know the past and draw the present. "

Huang Xingyun was suddenly sent to the army, his face twitched, his fingers flipped through the old book twice like Parkinson, and he said bluntly, "Even if you appreciate the engraved edition, there is not much beauty. The strokes and pictures are different from our traditional text. Some are different, and some are even seriously out of shape, so they are not worth collecting.”

"No, no, no, the Japanese are meticulous and conscientious in their work, well-printed and generous," the old man retorted reflexively, "the quality..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, his voice gradually disappeared, and he looked at Huang Xingyun awkwardly. He intended to come together to find fault with Song Wenyuan, but he didn't expect that when he entered the door, he saw such a beautiful ancient book, and his appreciation instinct immediately Gaining the upper hand, the words have already blurted out before the reason can catch up.

Song Wenyuan praised sincerely, "This is the reason, and many books published before and after the Meiji Restoration in Japan analyzed China at that time from a modern perspective and were compiled in Chinese. This is of high documentary value for domestic research on the history of the late Qing Dynasty."

"Yes, yes, yes," the old man said again, rubbing the letter with his fingers and was full of praise, "This set of books introduces the palaces, pavilions, pavilions, and landscapes of the Qing court at that time, and also introduces the princes, generals, and concubines with pictures. The costumes, as well as the many customs of the Qing palace and the folks in the Beijing-Tianjin area, are very helpful for later generations to analyze the customs of the late Qing..."

The voice faded away again, Huang Xingyun's face was pulled into a pig's kidney, staring at him, the old man lowered his head in embarrassment and flipped through the ancient books.

In order to prevent his teammate from losing the chain again, Huang Xingyun refused to continue to review this set of old books. He turned his eyes around the store and looked at "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night" in the safe for a few seconds. He probably felt that the time had not come. He looked away again, looked at a flower pot on the shelf, and frowned, "What's going on?"

Song Wenyuan didn't seem to understand the question from his former mentor, "What advice does Mr. Huang have?"

Huang Xing turned around, looked at the people around him, pointed at the flower pots, and said loudly, "This Jun Kiln Sky Blue Begonia Red Slag Bucket Flower Pot was originally collected by the Qing Palace. It is blue inside and red outside. It is called the crown of Jun Kiln."

Song Wenyuan praised, "It's not bad."

Huang Xingyun said loudly, "The real one is in the collection of the National Palace Museum in Taipei, and yours is a fake!"

Song Wenyuan nodded, "Who said it wasn't?"

"..." Huang Xingyun obviously didn't expect him to be so stinky and shamelessly admitted. For a moment, he seemed to have eaten three boiled eggs without drinking water. He choked so hard that his chest hurt, and he stared at him.

I saw Song Wenyuan raised his hand and straightened the label that had been accidentally knocked over. The exquisite acrylic display board reads impressively: Imitation of Jun Kiln Sky Blue Begonia Red Slag Bucket Flower Pot (Jingdezhen Kangfang).

There was a chuckle from the crowd, and Huang Xingyun's old face became more like a pig's kidney.

Song Wenyuan carefully took down the flower pot, and said with emotion, "I have been learning art from Mr. Huang since I was 14 years old. Mr. Huang taught me a lot..."

Huang Xingyun looked at this little beast expressionlessly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, Song Wenyuan threw the flower pot in front of him, and said sincerely, "Please teach me again, sir. To be honest, Kang Fang's identification is always a weakness for me."

"!!!" Huang Xingyun choked on his throat with a mouthful of old blood, and almost wanted to kill this rebellious little beast: Who doesn't know that the eighteen generations of Lao Kang's grandparents have been perverted, and each generation is the uncrowned king of official kilns, The fired porcelain is more authentic than the real one. If you want him to appraise Kang Fang in public, why don't you just stab yourself with a knife?

But the onlookers immediately became excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, "Kang Fang, only a master like Huang Lao can appraise it."

"Yes, Mr. Huang, please tell everyone."

"Come, come, let's applaud..."

Facing the enthusiastic onlookers, Huang Xingyun felt that his blood pressure was a bit high.

An old collector who was traveling with him hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "There are marks on Kang Fang, as long as you find the marks, there is no technical content. Why don't Mr. Huang look at other things?"

"Brother's words are too big," a clear voice sounded.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw Kong Xin walking slowly out of the crowd, walking to the Bogu stand with a breezy face, and said with a smile, "Kang Fang left a mark in order not to disturb the market. This is not the reason why we don't want to make progress."

Huang Xingyun's face froze, and he said coldly, "It seems that Boss Kong wants to teach you?"

"I can't really teach you," Kong Xin said with a smile, "it's just a little thoughtful, and I want to share with my friends."

People got up their spirits, "Boss Kong, stop being a fool!"

Kong Xin said with a smile, "Everyone can see that this flower pot has a long neck, round belly, short ring feet, thick body and thick glaze, and is bright and bright. Change, there are several gradient colors such as deep red, deep purple, blue purple, sauce color, etc. This is the most famous feature of Jun kiln kiln. .”

Song Wenyuan echoed, "As the saying goes, the greenery in the setting sun suddenly turns into haze."

Kong Xin nodded, and took a photo handed over by Song Wenyuan, "This is a photo of the real thing in the National Palace Museum in Taipei. As you can see, it is almost exactly the same."

People who are close can compare the two pieces of porcelain at close range, and they are all amazed.

"But there can't be two pieces of porcelain that are exactly the same in the world." Kong Xin held the bottom of the basin with one hand, held the caliber with the other, and lifted the flowerpot steadily. According to Wushuang, it is very difficult to imitate the firing, and it is difficult to control the kiln changes even with the best craftsmanship, so we can see that in the color gradient of the imitation, there will inevitably be traces of artificial carving," he showed the glaze with a magnifying glass Let people see, "There are subtle differences in the texture of the melted glaze."

People flocked up to read them one by one, and were amazed. Some were amazed at Kang Fang's ingenuity, and some were amazed at Kong Xin's sharp eyesight.

"Kang's imitation is fake and real," a porcelain lover sighed, "I have heard of the name of Kang Chunjie, the official kiln king, for a long time. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation."

"Who said it was Kang Chunjie's work?" Kong Xin smiled self-deprecatingly, "If Kang Chunjie did it, even I would be hard-pressed to see it."

People were shocked, "Then this is..."

Kong Xin's bright flashlight shone into the caliber of the flower pot, and a two-line and two-line sign jumped into everyone's eyes: the ultimate sage returns to the truth.

Song Wenyuan explained with a smile, "This is the work of Kang Chunjie's son, Kang Tianzhen."

Huang Xingyun was startled, raised his head and stared at him, "Is this a naive skill?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Kong Xin snorted haughtily, "Trick you to have candy?"

Huang Xingyun ignored his provocation, stared at the flower pot, swallowed his saliva, and said in a low voice, "Wen Yuan, how much is this flower pot? I'll buy it."

Seeing his greedy eyes, Song Wenyuan was disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly. He suppressed the disgust in his heart and politely refused, "This is my personal collection, not for sale."

"you!"

Song Wenyuan smiled gently and said to everyone, "There are seven pieces of porcelain made by Kang Tianzhen in this store, all of which are not for sale, and there are instructions on the labels. You can enjoy them at will."

Huang Xingyun's vicious eyes turned around between him and Kong Xin, and then fell back on the flower pot with a strange expression, "It seems that the naivety really paid a lot for you."

"I would like to thank Mr. Huang for his compliment," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "We two are of one mind, and we don't care about who pays more and who pays less."

Huang Xingyun's face was stiff.

Song Wenyuan's smile became more gentle and elegant, pointing to a contemporary ink painting of a lady in the store, and asked with a smile, "What do you think of this painting, Mr. Huang?"

Huang Xingyun said bluntly, "It's not bad, quite old-fashioned."

"It's a work of innocence."

Huang Xingyun: "..."

"I said Wen Yuan, we are all friends, you can't always praise the little naive," Hong Yang was accompanying the two noble ladies to choose antique jewelry, and waved back to them, "I can't do it too Contribute less," he landed his finger on the safe in the middle of the store, "For example, I discovered this authentic painting by Jing Hao, a painter of the Tang Dynasty."

People looked at his fingers and saw a simple and simple picture scroll lying quietly in the transparent safe without unfolding. Zhendian Zhibao's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" has aroused great interest.

Huang Xingyun's eyes lit up instantly.