"This picture of mine is true!"
"How is it possible? Mine is the original version!"
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"You are a fake!"
"Yours is fake!"
...
"Do you want to fight?"
"Come, come! Hit and hit, who is afraid of whom?!"
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"Do it! Why don't you do it? The people who dare not do it are the girls!"
"There is a kind of you do it first! I'll stand here! Why don't you dare to do it?!"
...
Peng Guo looked embarrassed and looked at Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao, not knowing what to say.
Song Yun looked up into the lounge and found two old men with hands on hips, swearing in front of them.
Song Yun couldn't help but shivered. The two old men were very close, but ten centimeters away. With such a noisy method, the drool must be sprayed on each other's face. Thinking about this kind of thing, goose bumps can burst up to one centimeter thick. .
"Teacher, can you two stop arguing, Mr. Zhao?"
"A guest is here!"
Peng Guo looked for a while and found that there was no sign of stopping, and there was no other way but to speak.
"What guest? Didn't you see that I was busy?"
"Let them off! Or just go downstairs and wait outside, and we'll talk after we have finished the fight!"
Peng Guo was helpless. His teacher Mao Peng and his good friend Zhao Sheng were all a lot of age, and their personality became more and more like a child. They were able to quarrel all day for trivial matters, blushing with a thick neck.
Song Yun rubbed his eyes vigorously, and couldn't believe what he saw, especially from the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall outside, he was a master among the masters, but now he was cursing the street like two shrews. , It has nothing to do with the immortal style of immortality and half a dime, it is too shocking.
"Let's go down for a while and come back later!"
Peng Guo couldn't help it. In this situation, it was so noisy that it was useless to say anything.
"How long can they quarrel like this?"
Song Yun is curious!
"How long can it be noisy?"
"At least three to five hours!"
"If there are more, three or five days will not be a problem!"
Peng Guo shrugged, this situation has appeared too many times before, and he has rich experience.
Song Yun quit now!
Outside the house is full of paintings and calligraphy waiting to be plundered by myself. There are many nights and dreams, so I must solve it early. It is the kingly way to get back the treasure pavilion. Not to mention three or five days, ten minutes will feel too long.
"What are they arguing?"
Song Yun looked forward while talking, but the distance was a little far away, and he couldn't see exactly what was on the table.
"painting!"
"My teacher's name is Mao Peng, and the shorter one is called Zhao Sheng. He is a good friend of his for many years. Recently, my teacher got a painting and put it out in front of Zhao Sheng. Unexpectedly, Zhao Sheng held it. There is also one, the two paintings are exactly the same, it is not clear which one is real and which one is fake. The two people have been arguing about this every time they have met recently, and I am almost annoying!"
Peng Guo reluctantly said the matter briefly.
Is there such a thing in the world?
Song Yun couldn't figure it out.
Ancient calligraphy and calligraphy have been handed down. It is not surprising that there must be many fakes, not just those famous ones, but in general, fakes are fakes, and fakes are fakes and real ones cannot be exactly the same.
Mao Peng has a painting in his hand, and Zhao Sheng also has a painting. It’s not surprising that they are exactly the same. The strange thing is that they can’t tell which one is real and which one is fake. Both Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng are calligraphy and painting. Masters, naturally have extremely amazing eyesight in painting and calligraphy. How could they fail to see whether a painting is true or false, especially when there are two identical pairs for comparison, it is easier to see it.
"Is it impossible?"
"If they can't see it and can't persuade the other party, didn't they ask someone to appraise it?"
Song Yun pondered for a while, but really couldn't understand what was going on.
"found!"
"How can you not find it?"
"No less than ten expert appraisers have been found!"
"They are all well-known experts in appraisal!"
Peng Guo nodded. It has been more than three months before and after this incident. How can you not find a master expert during this period?
"what's the result?"
Tang Miaomiao is also very puzzled. Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng are the only outstanding calligraphy and painting masters in China. Their status is very high, and the people they know are naturally extraordinary. For example, Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng are good friends, and she doesn't understand. It is because there are so many people to appraise, and there must be an appraisal result. If there is a result, Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng should stop cooking, how could there be such a noise.
"If there is a unified appraisal conclusion, and it is a convincing appraisal conclusion, of course they can't fight anymore."
"The problem is that after those expert appraisers have seen these two paintings, they are still not sure which one is true and which one is fake. To be precise, they feel that the two paintings are exactly the same. Is it true, or both are false."
Peng Guo felt even more helpless when he talked about this. In fact, if it weren't for this, it would be impossible for his teacher and Zhao Sheng to quarrel like this.
Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao couldn't help but glance at each other, this kind of thing is really weird.
Song Yun stood on tiptoe and looked at the two paintings on the table, but the distance was a little far away, and he couldn't see clearly. Driven by curiosity, he simply ignored everything and walked over.
"Where's the brat? What do you want to do?!"
Mao Peng was stunned when he saw Song Yun. He was arguing with Zhao Sheng now, sweating profusely and full of anger, of course he would not speak politely.
"Go away and go away!"
"There's nothing wrong with you here!"
The same is true for Zhao Sheng.
Song Yun ignored them at all, staring at the two paintings on the table with an incredible expression on his face.
