Chapter 816 Ancient Paintings (2)
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When everyone saw that the exhibition in front of them was nothing but a very poor painting, they laughed.
"I thought I was really lucky to see a peerless painting, but I didn't expect to see a bad painting, not even an imitation. I don't know what kind of eyes it is when I treat grass as a pearl."
"Hehe, those eyes are really proportional to their appearance."
"Well, the girl's parents are very smart, how can she be so stupid? I think it takes up space to sell this kind of painting for a dollar."
The middle-aged man is also shaking his head violently, and really thinks that Yang Zimei must be showing off his brain.
Yang Zimei was not flustered.
After buying this painting just now, she has observed it and found that the scroll is relatively thicker than the ordinary scroll, and she has the eyes of the sky, and she can clearly see that it exudes the aura of antiquity.
This is definitely an ancient painting, and she also believes that there must be paintings in it.
Mr. Song once told her that in the past, during the war, many antique collectors used to process their collections in order to protect their collections. For example, ancient paintings would add a thin layer of pictures to cover the original ones. Drop it, so that outsiders don't know, there is actually an ancient painting inside.
She also dealt with a picture-in-picture with Song Xuan, and knew how to deal with it and how to reveal the true face of the ancient painting Lushan hidden inside.
Yang Zimei stroked the scroll lightly with his palm, infiltrated his vitality, separated the outer layer from the inner picture, and then gently lifted it from the shaft with his fingernails.
The middle-aged man naturally knew that there were paintings in paintings.
Seeing Yang Zimei's gesture, she was puzzled.
Yang Zimei carefully peeled off the film covering the top layer, which looked like a crude painting.
A picture with elegant brush and ink and a peculiar stand was displayed in front of everyone.
There is a pine tree in the painting, the gate under the pine tree is closed, and there is a small stream.
Originally watching a joke, the onlookers who were screaming fell silent, and if they were watching magic, they would look at Yang Zimei.
They are not professional antiques, and they don't know that there is still a saying in the world that paintings are hidden in paintings.
The middle-aged man pushed his glasses with his fingers, took out the magnifying mirror that he brought with him to identify antiques, and watched the picture carefully for a while, and the more he looked, the more excited he became.
"I have been writing books for many years, and all kinds of pine are old dragons. Mr. An Su, who lives high in the road, writes thousands of words every day. Mu Ruzhi's style really pursues Zhizhi and Xu. Secondly, the original plan, Yi Caiqing is clear. Bone, I have a friendship with Yu. I recently heard that Qiao was moved, and I wrote this congratulations. Guiyou Mid-Autumn Festival, Langdao Renhao."
The middle-aged man recited such a long and incomprehensible old saying, which was incomprehensible to bystanders, but Yang Zimei, who had grown up in classical books since childhood, had no difficulty in understanding it.
It turned out that this is Shen Hao's "Closed Household Writing Books".
Shen Hao, a painter of the Ming Dynasty, with the first name is Hao, the courtesy name is Langqian, the number is Shitian, and he is a native of Suzhou, Jiangsu Province.
Shen Hao is omnipotent in calligraphy, calligraphy, calligraphy, script, and script, and he is even more refined in painting and deeply researching the theory of painting.
"Similar but not similar, not similar but similar" is his original idea.
He was studying various houses, and the location was strict, the small scene was far away and clear, and the style of painting was close to that of Shen Zhou. In her later years, her writing style was very beautiful, and she was dyed with Qingyan.
Writing and painting landscapes, the brush and ink are elegant, and the ridges and valleys are oddly protruding.
"What kind of painting is it?" the onlookers asked.
The middle-aged man said Shen Hao's name, and some knowledgeable people began to marvel, and then looked at Yang Zimei with very different eyes.
And the stall owner who sold Yang Guifei's perfume bottle heard that there was a beautiful girl here who found a big leak. It was obviously a crude painting, but it turned into a famous painting.
When he saw that the person was Yang Zimei, he heard someone asking for one million, and when he thought of what she said to him before, he beat his chest with anger, and he really vomited out a mouthful of blood.
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