Chapter 816: Ancient paintings (2)

When everyone saw that the exhibition was just a very poor painting, they laughed at it.
"I thought I could be blessed to see the best paintings in the world. I didn't expect to see a bad painting. Even imitations are not counted. He grass is a pearl, and I don't know what it looks like."
"Oh, that look is really proportional to the appearance."
"Well, the girl's parents have to be very clever and smart. Why is it so stupid? It costs me a lot of money to sell this kind of painting."
The middle-aged man was shaking his head, and I really felt that Yang Zimei should be amused.
Yang Zimei didn't panic.
After buying the painting just now, she had already observed it, and found that the painting axis was relatively thicker than the ordinary painting axis. Moreover, she had sky eyes and could clearly see that it exudes the scent of ancient objects.
This is definitely an ancient painting, and she also believes that there must be a painting in it.
Mr. Song once told her that during the war, many antique collectors often processed on top of them in order to protect their collections, such as ancient paintings, which would add a thin layer of picture on top to cover the original Fall, let outsiders do not know, there is actually an ancient painting inside.
She also worked with Song Xuan on a picture-in-picture, knowing how to deal with it, and how to reveal the true face of the ancient painting Lushan hidden inside.
Yang Zimei's palm gently stroked on the scroll, penetrated his vitality, separated the thin layer on the outside from the picture on the inside, and then gently lifted it off with the nail from the axis.
The middle-aged man naturally knew that there was a picture in the painting.
Seeing Yang Zimei's gesture, he was puzzled.
Yang Zimei carefully uncovered the film covering the top layer, which looked like a rough painting.
A pen and ink show, Li Erqi strange pictures are displayed in front of everyone.
There is a Cangsong in the picture, and the fence under the Cangsong is closed tightly, and the brook is a creek. A person in the study room holds a few pens and writes a book.
Originally watching the joke, the onlookers who were in a tumult of silence quieted down. If they looked at magic, they usually looked at Yang Zimei.
They are not professional antiques, and they don't know that there are still Tibetan paintings in the world.
The middle-aged man pushed his glasses with his fingers, took out the magnifying glass with which he had identified the antiques, and looked at it for a while, looking more and more excited.
"Closed books for many years, all kinds of pines are old dragons. Mr. An Su, holding a high stance, writing a book with many words. Mu Rufeng, true chase and promise. Bone, friendship with Yu Youyi. Recently heard about Qian Qiao, write this generation of congratulations. Mid-Autumn Festival Guigui, Landau people Hao. "
Middle-aged men read such a large number of ancient sayings that were difficult to understand, and onlookers could not understand, but Yang Zimei, who grew up in classical books since he was a child, did not have any understanding obstacles.
It turned out that this was Shen Hao's Book with Books Closed.
Shen Hao painter of the Ming Dynasty, a masterpiece, the character Lang Qian, No. Shi Tian, ​​Suzhou Suzhou, Jiangsu, a bold character, broad-bodied.
Shen Hao's calligraphy is true, practicable, concise, and omnipotent.
"Not like, not like," is his vision.
He was studying various houses, his position was strict and tidy, Xiaojing was pale and clear, and his painting style was close to Shen Zhou. In his later years, his strokes were quite beautiful, and he dyed Qingyan.
Landscape painting, pen and ink, elegant, stand out, strange, and famous.
"What kind of painting is it?" The onlookers asked.
The middle-aged man spoke Shen Hao's name, and some people who began to see it began to be amazed, and then looked at Yang Zimei's eyes very differently.
The stall owner who sold the Yang Guifei perfume bottle heard that there was a beautiful girl picking up a big leak. It was obviously a poor painting, but it turned into a famous painting, so she wondered if it was Yang Zimei.
When he saw that the man really was Yang Zimei, when he heard that someone had offered a price of one million yuan, he thought of the words she had said to herself before, and was so angry that he spit out his blood.