Chapter 641: Fake? Authentic?

But Gu Youli kept silent, and a touch of disappointment slipped through the eyes of the old man.
I don't want to believe that Gu Youli will be silent when something goes wrong, and he is unwilling to take responsibility.
And rely on Feibai to help her solve everything, the girl who bears everything.
Not waiting for the old man's mind to sink, Gu Youli took a step and suddenly walked to the old man's side.
She pads her feet, and then lies in the ear of the old man, and says something softly.
There were some words and things, she couldn't talk to Old Man Yu in front of so many people.
Otherwise, it would be too shameful for the old man.
Not knowing what the two were talking lowly, everyone glanced at them with doubts!
Finally, they saw Gu Youli gently move away, bowed their heads and confessed to the old man: "I'm sorry, grandpa, please forgive me this time!"
I don't know what Gu Youli said, the old man Yu, who has always been as stable as Mount Tai, did not change his face, his face actually became heavy.
He looked at the painting that was soiled by alcohol, and then at He Jintong, who was standing there nervously.
He Jintong's whole body immediately stiffened, his heart beating like thunder.
What did Gu Youli and Mr. Yu say to make him look at him like this, do you know that he deliberately crashed into Gu Youli?
She thought that Mr. Yu would say something, but Mr. Yu's gaze slightly moved away and returned to Gu Youli, who bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
With a sigh, Mr. Yu said: "Forget it, it's just a painting, let's go, the banquet is about to begin."
When the old man Yu said something, He Jintong exploded with thunder!
What's the matter, why does the old man suddenly stop worrying about it?
The sharp nails were pinched into the palms, and He Jintong immediately softly said: "Grandpa, it's me who is not good. I stained the painting that Haoyu gave you. But I really didn't mean it. I didn't expect Miss Gu to bump into it. I!"
As he said, tears welled up, a face of grievance, infinite grievance, in addition to grievances or grievances.
"Grandpa, this is the painting I found for you after looking for half a year? I gave you less than a day," Yu Haoyu said with infinite regret.
Not reconciled, he spent a lot of money to coax the old man, how could it be so ruined?
Moreover, the old man actually forgives so easily, making him even more unwilling.
Why? Is it because she is the woman Yu Feibai brought back?
Too much favoritism, Yu Haoyu's fists behind her back tightly!
Gu Youli did not expect that he wanted to calm down and save some people's face.
But some people didn't agree.
"Grandpa..." Gu Youli looked up at Grandpa Yu, a little embarrassed.
With a serious face, Mr. Yu walked to the side of the painting and sniffed hard, especially where he had been spilled.
This painting does not have the delicate fragrance of ancient paintings, except for the smell of wine, it is just a pungent smell of smoke? "
Mr. Yu loves to collect calligraphy and painting, so naturally he has some understanding.
Of course understand what this is all about.
He reached out and touched the edge of the paper again, then looked at the words soaked in the sprinkles, and then frowned slightly.
"Grandpa, can you still save it?" Yu Haoyu asked nervously.
Father Yu glanced at him, "What else can I save? It is not a genuine product, but an imitation!"
The tone was flat and didn't seem to be angry.
Maybe when he received the painting before, he didn't fully believe it when he was tasting the painting. He just didn't want to refute the younger generation's face and didn't say anything.
His words sounded like a thunder and exploded in the room.
Being polite is like boiling water, which suddenly boils, and everyone's faces are mixed with surprise, unbelief, doubt, and curiosity...
He Jintong stared in shock, his hands and feet were cold at the moment, "How is it possible?"
Yu Haoyu's face was pale, and his voice trembled: "Grandpa, how is this possible? This..."
At this time, He Jintong's grandfather, He Jintong walked out of the crowd.
Like Mr. Yu, he first sniffed with his nose.
Father Yu said next to him: "How can this paper smell like smoke when it gets soaked? I think you should understand, my old man!"
Father He nodded, and then said softly: "I know, it's because the paper is soaked in tobacco water! Although the old drawing paper looks yellowish, it is not a color that has been precipitated by history.
Father Yu continued: "So, in some places, the yellow will be darker, and in some places, the yellow will be lighter. This is because when soaking, there is no way to keep the whole paper at the same level. It was strange just now. It’s been a long time, now I understand it, thanks to this glass of wine!"
Father He frowned and said, "But this does not mean that this painting is not authentic! You must know that the Songyan ink of the Ming Dynasty has to go through three winters and four summers, and many spices and tobacco leaves are added to prevent insects."
In an instant, a farce triggered by He Jintong turned into a painting conference for the two elderly people.
The two are worthy of being veterans on the battlefield. They have rich experience and eat more salt than the juniors.
This knowledge is a series of words.
Father Yu raised his hand, placed it on the paper and touched it again: "The reason I am sure is mainly because of this. The cotton paper of the Ming Dynasty is characterized by its uneven surface, and there will be small thorns when it touches it by hand. Moreover, the color of the paper is off-white, the surface and the inside are the same, so after hundreds of years of precipitation, the paper should have weathered a layer of smooth and flat pulp, simple and smooth, and slightly hard, but the paper used for this painting It’s obviously a modern cotton paper. Although it is worn out, it is still very soft, because the smooth surface is not the smoothness of the patina. If you don’t believe me, Lao He, you can feel it."
Mr. He stepped forward and touched it as Mr. Yu said: "It is true. The paper warp of this painting is inevitable. There should be no patina, but this does not mean it is a fake!"
Mr. Yu stared wide-eyed, and said displeased: "Why can't it be represented? It's normal for the ink to dissolve when the water is poured on the paper, but it's just a painting that hasn't been long since the painting. This is the case. If it is really an ancient painting, the patina on the screen will protect the ink to a certain extent. Even if water is splashed on it, it will not melt so quickly. How it melts now, the reason is very simple, because short time!"
Everyone leaned forward, their eyes widened and looked carefully, the ink marks were indeed scattered.
Everyone felt that what Old Man Yu said was right, and everyone nodded frequently.
When the two old men talked about the latter, they had actually forgotten about the painting being splashed with wine.
As far as the truth of the painting is concerned, the discussion is a vigorous one.