This is a vertical ink painting, carefully framed by the shop owner in the mirror frame.

The painting is a plum blossom, the light ink and soft strips of plum blossoms, thousands of stamens, and the elegant posture and charm of the plum blossoms are fully reflected.

The old man exclaimed as soon as he saw this painting, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

When Yang Jing saw his grandfather taking out all the reading glasses from his pocket, Yang Jing also paid attention to the painting.

The shop owner saw Yang Jing and the other three standing in front of the painting, followed him and said with a smile: "This old man has such a good eye. He has a look at the treasure of the store in my shop at a glance."

Yang Jing and my uncle ignored the owner's words. Those who are stubborn in the antique market can make the dead live and the black ones turn out to be silly. If you believe them, you will definitely be able to cheat you.

The best way to deal with such people is to go into the left ear and go out more with the right ear. No matter what he says, you just use it as a joke.

Yang Jing and his uncle are more concerned about the changes in the old man.

Since my grandfather had a craniotomy operation, he was usually confused. At this time, he was actually interested in a painting and took out reading glasses. This change made Yang Jing and his uncle smile on their faces.

Needless to say, the love for antiques lurking in the old man's bones has now begun to dominate the old man's body.

The old man turned his head and lowered his head, his eyes exposed from the upper edge of the reading glasses. He looked at the shop owner and asked, "Boss, can you take this painting down for the old man to see?"

My grandfather said nothing, and he didn't look like a person who had a craniotomy and had brain tissue damaged.

When the shop owner heard this, he was a little embarrassed and hesitated.

My uncle was unhappy, "What? Isn't your painting hanging here just for takeout? How can we know whether this painting is true or not? Or are you worried that we can't afford this painting?"

Yang Jing showed his left wrist to the boss calmly. After the boss's eyes were attracted by the watch on his left wrist, he said lightly: "This watch was brought back from France, an authentic Patek Philippe watch, but I'm afraid you don't know the true value of this watch."

The boss smiled embarrassedly and said, "My painting is really the treasure of the store, but since you want to see it, I will pick it for you."

As he said that, the shop owner stepped forward and carefully took the painting off. Yang Jing glanced and saw that there was no filler in the place behind the frame where the wall was in contact with the wall. He said lightly: "Boss, it's wrong for your painting to be placed like this. Even if the ancient painting is mounted in the frame, it is best not to contact the wall directly to avoid the wall from damaging the ancient paintings inside the frame."

When the boss heard this, he put down the painting and gestured to Yang Jing, "Oh, you are a wise man. It doesn't matter, I just hung this painting this morning, and I usually put it in a safe."

Yang Jing nodded, and said nothing, but put on gloves and took the painting the boss put on the table.

Although this painting is mounted in a frame, its size is not small. Yang Jing glanced at it and knew that the painting was about 100 cm*50 cm in size.

He put the painting in front of his grandfather, and he immediately pushed the reading glasses and came up.

The plum blossom in this painting occupies most of the space in the picture, but there are some gaps in the upper right corner and the lower right corner.

There is a running script title on the upper right corner. Yang Jing carefully identified it and could vaguely see the content of the title.

"On the afternoon, I was lazy and combing my head, and the plum blossoms were scattered and rained. I suddenly saw the sunny light, and suddenly felt like I was drunk. My friends were happy and happy. I went out and walked around the mountain. The apricot flowers were shy and weaving, and a gust of fragrant wind came over the water. The path by the bridge was surrounded by forests, and there was a dark wall of ancient temples. The monk begging for food and the plum blossom courtyard was quiet in autumn. The thatched huts were sweet in the wine, and the sunset was slightly fragrant. I expected that I would go to the southern suburbs tomorrow, and I would go to the spring city to look at the morning lanes. I wrote four old poems on the plum blossoms. I was young in Wuwu, and the lay Buddhist Wang Shishen of Chaolin wrote in Songnan Library."

On the lower left side of the title, there are two small seals in small seal script. The one above is "Wang Shishen Seal" and the one below is "Chaolin".

This question and seal made Yang Jing shocked and said, "Is this a painting by Wang Shishen?"

Grandpa was still looking at the painting carefully, without saying anything, and uncle didn't say anything, but the shop owner next to him smiled.

"This little brother has such a good eye. You can tell at a glance that this is Wang Shishen's painting. Yes, this painting is Wang Shishen's "White Plum Picture"."

Yang Jing couldn't help but roll his eyes and thought to himself: "There are Wang Shishen's name on this topic, can't I see it?"

The uncle over there took out his cell phone, poked it on the cell phone a few times, and then started to whisper to Yang Jing.

Wang Shishen (1686-about 1762) was named Jinren, and also named Chaolin, and Xidongwaishi. He was from AHZ County. He was one of the eight strangers in Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty. He was poor and embarrassed all his life, and was addicted to tea and loved plums. He lived in Yangzhou to sell paintings and enjoyed poverty. He was blind in his later years, but comforted himself and said that he would never have to see those busy ordinary people again. He fumbled and painted with his hands. After unremitting efforts, he was more processed than when he was not blind. He was good at painting plums, bamboo, seal carving, and eight-point calligraphy. He was as famous as Gao Xiang and Ding Jing.

Wang Shishen, among the Eight Ecological Eccentrics of Yangzhou, is a poetic person. He loves tea and plum blossoms. "I am so greedy for tea and bowls, and I feel that the plum blossoms are old friends." Drinking the tea and "I feel refreshed and my thoughts are chanting in silk." Of course, in addition to putting my thoughts into poetry, I also put them in paintings and the plum blossoms under his pen. The plum blossoms he painted are light and elegant, with a sparse fragrance and cold air to express his noble and arrogant mind.

Jin Nong, one of the eight weirdos in Yangzhou, once commented on the plum blossoms painted by Wang Shishen: "Thousands of flowers and ten thousand stamens, the cold fragrance of the penis is like the wind and snow on the Ba Bridge."

Among the Eight Ecological Eccentrics in Yangzhou, Wang Shishen was a painter with a very high style. He was poor all his life, and he always entertained himself with poetry and wine, and wrote for himself. He was gentle and had no dispute with the world. When he had friends to ask for painting, he would give generously. Even if he met a vulgar boy, he would not write a single stroke. In his later years, when he was blind, he could still write a large cursive script like a magical fortune. Friends called it "heart view", which means that the eyes could not see, but the heart was like a mirror, if there was a magical help.

When Yang Jing was amused when he heard this, he gestured to his uncle with a thumbs up and whispered: "Uncle, others use their memories to judge things by using their memories. You are so good, take your mother with you!"

My uncle put his cell phone in his pocket and said, "What era is it? I don't need to memorize some hard common sense. What is the use of mobile phones? This is one of the uses."

Yang Jing shrugged helplessly. My uncle, who is lazy, can definitely beat ten!
Chapter completed!