Chapter 627: Turtle painting

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"Lin Feng, how can you say that? In the painting circle of our country, even grandma can't see the history and can't distinguish calligraphy and painting. How can it be called well distinguished?"
Although Qin Yanran was leaning towards Lin Feng in her heart, she couldn't help but speak when she heard Lin Feng unhumbly "pointing to her grandma".
Chen Luping also shook her head dumbfoundedly, and said to Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, your bragging is too big this time. Aunt Ping can't help you anymore. I may not know much about other experts. But even me. Calligraphy and painting that Mom can't see, you still say it is easy to distinguish?"
"Haha! Lin Feng, Ye Lao is an authoritative figure in our country's painting circle. You dare to refute her conclusions, and even dare to point Ye Lao? I really don't know what to say about you, even if it is like a domestic painting and calligraphy. Collection identification expert Zheng Qifa also has to act as a disciple in front of Mr. Ye. Don't dare to be arrogant. You are a little hairy boy, and you dare to say that Mr. Ye will take a closer look?"
As soon as he saw that even Qin Yanran and Chen Luping were talking about Lin Feng, Zhao Shuang was even more happy to add fuel to the fire, feeling that Lin Feng was seeking death by himself. Xindao was indeed a soil bun who had never seen the world in the small town, and he was definitely going to kick him for revenge in a while.
As for Zhao Zhongnan, he grinned even more, shaking his head and shouting to Lin Feng: "I don’t respect the teacher at all. I am afraid that no one in the entire Huaxia Kingdom has the right to let her take a look. , Lin Feng, you are too presumptuous!"
Everyone present, except Ye Lao, didn't take what Lin Feng just said seriously. Only after Ye Lao listened to Lin Feng's words, he carefully observed and identified the painting drop by drop. The frowning brows suddenly stretched out a bit, but they quickly locked up again, and said with some uncertainty, "It's weird! Lin Feng, I took a closer look and seemed to have some clues. But I became more confused. Can you tell me how to distinguish it?"
"Mom! Are you serious about Lin Feng? Where does he look at paintings? Don't make him foolish."
Chen Luping still kindly wants to protect Lin Feng’s face, but Lin Feng still looks aggressive at this time. Under the expressions of everyone’s astonishment, she directly pointed out the author of the painting: "Grandma, this painting is actually very Obviously, it was the masterpiece "Landscape Fish and Bird Music" by Zhu Da, the master of painting in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
"Bada Shanren's paintings? Does this kid really know how to paint? Otherwise, how could he name the Bada Shanren?"
Hearing Lin Feng's confident words, Zhao Zhongnan was obviously taken aback and couldn't help but shake. After all, although Zhu Da, a native of Badashan, is a famous painter and representative painter in the late Ming Dynasty, he is also known to him in the collection and calligraphy circles. In ordinary people's homes, if they don't study carefully, they don't even know that there is such a person as Zhu Da.
When he first heard that Lin Feng was about to name the author of the ancient painting, Zhao Zhongnan thought that Lin Feng would say something like Tang Bohu and Wu Daozi, who are known to women and children. But who knows, Lin Feng even knows the name of the Bada Shanren, and even points out the title of this painting.
Regardless of whether what Lin Feng said is true or not, just his confident appearance and the name of the Bada Shanren and the painting are already very bluffing.
"How is it possible? How could this stinky boy in Shangougou know the name of the Bada Shanren, Meng! This stinky boy must have guessed wildly, don't think that just saying a painter and the name of a painting can fool you! "
With a grin, Zhao Shuang stared at Lin Feng fiercely, still in a posture to put Lin Feng to death.
"Bada Shanren? Lin Feng, how do you know Bada Shanren? I have been in the same class with you for three years, so why don't you know that you know how to paint?"
Qin Yanran was also shocked. Even if she had only heard and read related materials about the Bada Shanren, Qin Yanran had only a little knowledge of Zhu Da from ancient times to the present. However, Lin Feng was able to speak so confidently on the spot, that no one would believe that he didn't understand painting.
"Hey! Lin Feng, this kid, actually has such a hand. It seems that his confidence is really not out of thin air. Is there really something in his stomach?" Chen Luping was also a surprise, and recalled since contact with Lin Feng. , His repeated unexpected performance, can not help but sigh, this kid is really amazing!
"Teacher Ye, Lin Feng said that this painting was made by Zhu Da from the Badashan Mountain. Look?"
Not only Zhao Zhongnan, but everyone except Lin Feng looked at Ye Lao. Whether Lin Feng was right or not, I'm afraid that only Mr. Ye is qualified to judge here.
But everyone looked at Ye Lao, but Ye Lao looked at Lin Feng with a smile on his face, asking for advice, and asked: "Lin Feng, why do you see that this painting is the work of Zhu Da from the Badashan Mountain? What? Can you cite some proofs?"
Indeed, after seeing this painting, Bada Shanren Zhu Di was also one of the key painters Ye Lao suspected, but she could not find some concrete and strong evidence to support this conclusion. However, when Lin Feng used a very positive tone to say that it was a painting by Zhu Da from the Badashan Mountain, Ye Lao looked more and more alike. Although he still couldn't find any obvious evidence ~EbookFREE.me~, he still felt that he was inseparable. It is Zhu Di's painting.
However, the identification of an ancient painting without a clear signature is not based on feeling alone. Even Ye Lao, a top painter in the country, must give one, two, three, four quotations. Otherwise, how can others believe your empty words?
"Yes! What about the textual evidence? Lin Feng, I was almost bluffed by you. When I just gambled, I said that you must not only name the author of this painting, but also give the basis. Otherwise, I can say it all. This painting belongs to Tang Bohu!" Zhao Shuang asked Lin Feng to make things difficult when he saw it.
However, Lin Feng had anticipated this a long time ago and walked to the front of the painting calmly, and said with a smile: "Who said that this painting has no clear signature identification? Look here, it is the unique character of Zhu Da from Badashan. A picture bet..."
Everyone, including Ye Lao, looked in the direction of Lin Feng’s finger, and saw that in this ink painting of mountains, water, birds and fish, the place Lin Feng’s finger pointed was only the lower right corner. In the most inconspicuous part of the underwater, the unique painting in his mouth is a turtle under the water.
"A tortoise under the water is a painting? What's the kidding? Lin Feng, you really don't know how to pretend to understand? Haha..." Zhao Shuang was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately laughed wildly.