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- After all, ginger is still spicy when you are old, and people become thicker when they get older.
Wang Wen and the old man kicked the ball carelessly and threw the big problem to the little demon.
Wen Zhen stood beside the table, staring at the little demon. His eyes were like two sharp knives that could stab him at any time.
The little demon put on his gloves and asked someone to hang the painting up. He pointed at the painting and started talking.
"Everyone, what is the painting style, painting techniques, materials, etc., these are all basic questions. I have just said it. Not to mention that technology is so advanced now, even in ancient times, it was not complicated to do it. Why is this painting half true and half false? Please take a look."
The little demon pointed at the upper part of the painting and said: "This upper part is indeed as Mr. Wen said, the charm is flying, it is the style of Tang Bohu and Tang Jieyuan, but it is good. Everyone, this painting has flaws. , but there are two places. Please look at this one."
After saying that, the little demon clicked on the right side of the painting.
In this painting of "Peach Blossom Beauty", the beauty is leaning on the railing on the upper left, looking to the right at the peach blossom. The peach tree was very big, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and colorful fallen flowers. Part of it had already extended outside the wall and beyond the outside of the painting.
The place where the little demon clicked was a lush peach blossom on the square edge of the painting.
"What's the problem here!?" Wen Zhen said with a smile: "The five-petal peach blossom is Tang Bohu's characteristic."
"Mr. Wen, this man is old and his eyesight is bad. You didn't look carefully just now. Everyone, if you have good eyesight, come and have a look. Let's see what kind of peach blossoms can grow nails!? "
Um! ?
After hearing this, a group of people came over one after another.
Especially Wang Lin, this old man was the most active. He came close to him, his eyes almost touching the painting.
After what the little demon said, everyone took a closer look and found the problem.
But I saw a finger buried among the lush peach blossoms!
This finger is painted extremely small and submerged in the pink peach blossoms. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all!
"Oh! It really is a hidden secret!"
"There is actually this person hiding in this peach blossom tree!"
"It's no wonder it's Tang Bohu! How wonderful! Hidden in the peach tree of feelings is the lover of this beauty!"
"But why did he extend a finger? And he pointed down!"
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People in the room were all talking.
"What problem can a mere finger tell!? This can only show that Tang Bohu's ingenuity was enough to draw this beauty's hidden lover with just one finger." Wen Zhen said with a smile.
"that is."
"Yeah, one finger can't explain it."
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Looking at these sticks, the little demon was happy.
"Compared with people like Wen Zhen, Xiaoyao opened his eyes to look at this painting, and what he saw was completely different from what ordinary people saw. When ordinary people look at flowers, they see all kinds of things, but what the little demon sees is the aura of the entire painting. He can clearly see where there is something wrong with the aura, even if it is subtle.
The age of the breath of this finger is not comparable to that of Tang Bohu's brushstrokes in the entire painting. In other words, this finger was added later.
As for who added it, it was naturally the little Taoist priest from Qiyun Mountain back then.
The little demon laughed and said, "Don't you see where that finger is pointing?"
"Huh!?" Wang Lin looked at the finger, holding a pencil, and looked in the direction of the finger, and found that the finger was pointing to a place on the wall.
This place is the light green color of half of the nail cap.
"Is this just a piece of moss?" Wen Zhen said.
"Yes, yes. It's rainy and humid in the south of the Yangtze River, and moss grows on the walls. It's normal." Wang Lin nodded.
The little demon shook his head and said: "Mr. Wang, you have very good eyesight, but you look carefully at the inside of the moss!"
"Inside!?" Wang Lin stuck out his butt and climbed up to look at it for a while, then suddenly jumped up: "Oh my god! There are actually words in it!"
"Zi'er!?" Everyone didn't believe it and crowded forward one after another.
How can there be any writing on this moss the size of a fingernail? If there are words, how small they are! ?
Wen Zhen didn't believe it, so he squeezed over and took a look, and found that there were indeed words. Although they were small, they were vague.
"Bring me a high-power magnifying glass!" Xiaoyao waved his hand.
Someone outside had already brought a high-power magnifying glass and placed it on the moss. Under the light, everyone was stunned.
?But under the magnifying glass, two lines of small characters suddenly appeared: "The painstaking efforts of the ancestors are here. Kowtow empty. March 18, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen."
There was silence in the room.
Even Wen Zhen was stunned!
impossible! How can it be!
Wen Zhen felt his head buzzing.
But I heard the little demon laugh and say: "Everyone knows that Tang Bohu and Tang Xie Yuan were born in the Chenghua year and died in the Jiajing year. How could he write the signature of the Chongzhen year?"
¡°It turned out to be fake!¡± A sigh came from the room.
At this moment, Wen Zhen's face was full of pig liver color, and he said coldly: "It's just two lines of characters, there's nothing strange about it. It's obvious that later generations just added two strokes to this painting! This painting is still real!"
Although Wen Zhen¡¯s words are somewhat lacking in confidence, they still make sense.
The little demon nodded and said: "Mr. Wen's words make sense, haha, then I will make you give up completely."
After saying that, the little demon looked at the painting and said: "As I said just now, this painting is half true and half false. The upper part is indeed the authentic work of Tang Bohu, but the lower part, haha, is absolutely true. It¡¯s definitely a fake!¡±
"Impossible! This is clearly Tang Bohu's handwriting!" Wen Zhen slapped the table.
Xiao Yao shook his head: "Techniques, if you draw them yourself, it is impossible to make them exactly the same, but if you copy them one by one on the basis of the original painting, it will be lifelike! Anyone who has written calligraphy in calligraphy when they were young, will You know this."
The little demon took out Baipi from his trousers and was about to attack the ancient painting with the dagger, but Wen Zhen caught him.
"Are you crazy!? Dare you do anything to the painting!?" Wen Zhen roared.
A group of people rushed forward: "Yes! You are destroying ancient paintings!"
"Can you bear this responsibility!?"
"How can I identify it!?"
Naturally, everyone refused.
Director Dong over there also nodded repeatedly and said: "Little demon, this painting cannot be destroyed! On the one hand, it is a cultural relic, on the other hand, it is also very important for other things. This is evidence."
The little demon smiled and said: "If it is true, it is of course a cultural relic, but if it is false, then it is nothing. If you don't want me to do it, then I can't reveal its true identity!"
"This" Director Dong was very embarrassed.
"Isn't it just a painting? Do it!" Geng Erpao slapped the table: "Innocence is the most important thing! Everyone!"
¡°One sentence can wake up many people.
Wang Lin, who was still fascinated at first, finally understood. He immediately changed 180 degrees: "Yes! Innocence is the most important thing! I support it, take action!"
"Do it!?" Vice Governor Zhao smiled coldly: "If this painting is real, who can bear the charge of destroying cultural relics!? This is enough to go to jail!"
"Little demon" Zhang Yunfei looked at the little demon and said, "Have you thought about it?"
"Think about it!" Xiaoyao chuckled and said, "If you don't shed tears until you see the coffin, these people won't believe it until they see the truth. Director Dong, if this painting is real, I am willing to go to jail, but you also Having said that, this painting is very important to other things, and I don¡¯t think you will allow this matter to remain unclear forever.¡±
Director Dong frowned, thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh: "Just do it!"
"Okay!" The little demon chuckled, pinched the Baipi, and the sharp blade pierced into the painting.
Hehe!
There was a sigh in the room.
The little demon bent over and moved his fingers together, very informative and meticulous.
The Baipi itself is extremely thin and sharp, and when it was not long enough, it left a gap in the painting.
The little demon pinched the gap and pulled hard with one hand - tear it apart! ! ! !
The lower part of the painting was completely torn off by the little demon.
"My dear mother!"
¡°What a waste of natural resources!¡±
"This is complete destruction!"
There was a burst of screams in the room.
"You can see it clearly!" When the little demon took the lower part of the painting in his hand and illuminated it under the light, everyone's eyes dropped to the floor!
But what I saw in the little demon¡¯s hand was not paper, but something similar to plastic film from later generations, completely transparent!
"Everyone, can you see clearly!? Haha." The little demon chuckled: "Mr. Wen, tell me, what is this!?"
At this moment, Wen Zhen was so shocked that he was dumbfounded.
¡°This paper appeared in the late Ming Dynasty,Made of glazed paper, it is extremely precious and rare. It is often used to cover and frame ancient paintings. This kind of paper is covered on the painting, not only invisible, but also able to block moisture and stolen goods, making it easy to preserve the painting. "Wang Wenhe added next to him.
The little demon pointed at the lower part of the ancient painting. The lower part was a piece of withered white paper without any writing or painting at all.
"Little demon, what's going on!?" Wang Lin was so impressed that he couldn't help but admire him!
This guy is awesome!
The little demon said happily: "Everyone, this painting was originally a complete painting, but everyone knows that Tang Bohu's paintings were very precious when he was alive, and in the late Ming Dynasty, they were also priceless. As money goes, naturally some people make fakes. I think someone must have obtained this painting, and then divided the original painting into two, invited a master to cover the two halves with colored glaze, copied them carefully, and then, Match the glazed paper with the original painting, so that one painting becomes two. This kind of painting is half real, and half is painted stroke by stroke with glazed paper covering the original painting, so It¡¯s hard to tell the difference at all, even experts will be confused. What a good idea!¡±
"oh!"
"I see!"
"It's really amazing! You can discover all this!"
¡°It¡¯s really half true and half false!¡±
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Everyone is really convinced.
Wang Lin burst out laughing, so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth.
A senior lover of calligraphy and painting, he knows the details of it better than anyone else. If it is an original painting by Tang Bohu, the current market price is as low as nearly ten million. This amount of money will definitely make it impossible for Li Jianguo to stand up again. But if it is a real fake, the value of this painting will be very different. At best, it is at most It's only a few hundred thousand. With such a price, it's impossible to completely overthrow Li Jianguo! My side is operating, and Li Jianguo's comeback is just around the corner!
alright! alright! This time, Li Jianguo was saved.
Plop! Wen Zhen, who was originally very impressive, fell down on the chair, like a deflated balloon. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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