Xi Qichang's home has three bedrooms and one living room, and there is no sense of luxury. There are a few calligraphy and paintings hanging. The furniture is also Chinese retro, and it looks full of time. There are large plastic trays on the balcony, and there are many flowers and plants on it. It seems that they also like to take care of flowers and plants.

"At the auction, the National Youth was determined to win, but suddenly stopped shooting. Zhong Yue, did you do it?"

Zhong Yue sat on the sofa and smiled and said, "Old Xi, that character is a fake."

"Fake? How is it possible? I saw it that day, and looked at the brushwork and momentum, it didn't look like a fake."

"That character is indeed exquisite. I guess the imitation author must have seen the original work, and it was imitated by the method of filling the contours with double hooks."

Xi Qichang narrowed his eyes and was surprised by Zhong Yue's profound calligraphy skills. "Double hooks fill the contour? Are you saying that lacquer book a copy of the book?"

"kindness."

"If this is the case, it's really a pity, but how do you know it's a fake? If it's a fake, it's still copied according to the double hook filling method you said. The lacquer calligraphy is thick and it's hard to see the flaws."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "Yes, if it's just that, then you can only identify the authenticity from some details and brushstrokes. However, this imitator is too smart and adds a skeleton of the center-headed brushstroke to this masterpiece. However, lacquer script is a side-headed brushstroke, so there is no so-called center-headed brushstroke at all. I dare to conclude that this work is fake."

Xi Qichang suddenly realized, "This...it seems that I was careless. In the past, when I used to identify calligraphy and paintings, I thought that only those of us experts understood the secret method of brush bones. Therefore, as the only way to identify, this imitator just caters to our psychology, which led to misjudgment. The lacquer book, well, should be mainly used to write on the side, you are right."

The water in the calligraphy and paintings is very deep. Some of the calligraphy and paintings that have been passed down for hundreds of years have undoubtedly been considered authentic. As a result, when they saw the light of day again, they found that they were fakes. There are many such examples, so the judgment of the authenticity of calligraphy and paintings is very important.

If you encounter someone like Zhang Daqian, a fake master who paints fake works better than the original ones and can hide the truth, then you can think you are unlucky.

This is also the antique market in the market today, where the fish and dragons are mixed, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Fortunately, the Chinese Youth stopped in time, otherwise he would be really ashamed of Kaishan's instructions. By the way, you said you wanted to find me to read a painting, but I don't know it is..."

Zhong Yue came to his senses, "Oh, it's this one."

Xi Qichang slowly unfolded the scroll, roughly scanned the content of the picture, and frowned, "The painting is rough and the signature is sloppy. These brushworks are all unsatisfactory. Did you buy this painting?"

"Um."

“How much did you buy it?”

"Twenty thousand."

Xi Qichang took off his glasses and said, "Fortunately, I don't spend too much, just take it as paying the tuition fee. Zhong Yue, your handwriting is good, but your ability to identify paintings is still immature. This kind of work with such rough paintings can be seen by a discerning person and you can tell that it is something from outsiders. How can you buy it?"

"Why... take a look?" If it weren't for the three question marks of the system's estimation, Zhong Yue wouldn't have bought this bad painting.

Xi Qichang shook his head, "No need. The value will not exceed 500 yuan, maybe two or three hundred yuan, just treat it as a lesson. Try to see as much as possible in the future, buy as little as possible."

The old lady who had taken care of the flowers and plants on the balcony came over and said, "What are you paintings? I'll take a look."

"Don't look at it, bad works are worse than those who are new to Chinese painting."

The old lady came over and said, "It's true, someone came to you to read the paintings. She was so casual and perfunctory. Who will come to you in the future?"

Xi Qichang frowned and said, "Where am I perfunctory? It's just a bad painting."

The old lady was still childish, and she took a plastic spray can and sprayed Xi Qichang twice, "I have gained skills, but I still talk back, but I still talk back."

"What are you doing? People are watching this. Paintings! Paintings are here!"

Zhong Yue was fed a mouthful of dog food by the two elders. When he saw the water mist falling on the painting, he prepared to wipe it with a tissue.

"etc!"

Zhong Yue stopped.

Xi Qichang said, "Don't use tissues to wipe them. Look, it's all your fault." Xi Qichang looked at her old woman complainingly.

The old lady who was a little dissatisfied said, "I'll get a hair dryer."

"I'm confused, this blow has not deformed yet?" Xi Qichang frowned and lowered his head to look. "I want to see if it's important. If the water stains remain, they have to be reframed."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you have a little clear water. Anyway, Mr. Xi said that this painting is not worth much, it doesn't matter."

Xi Qichang approached, suddenly brought his eyes on him and said, "Not right!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Xi Qichang said: "There is something wrong with this painting."

The old lady just heard Zhong Yue's comforting words, and just breathed a sigh of relief, she became nervous again, "Old man, don't scare me."

"Zhong Yue, do you believe me?"

"Um."

"Okay. Old lady, go and fill the sink in my room with water, don't pour tap water in it, pure water."

"What are you doing?"

Xi Qichang said: "You just do it."

"It's a divine thing."

Xi Qichang pointed to the painting and said, "Zhong Yue, look here, there was no ink. After the old woman sprinkled it on the water, there was a very faint ink shadow. Did you see it?"

Zhong Yue approached, suddenly his pupils shrank, and his heart beat, "It's true!"

Xi Qichang smiled and said, "I suspect this painting has a mezzanine."

"This... is mounted together, how can I take it off?"

"If it is framed with traditional paste, I will have my own way later. However, it is made of chemical glue, and this painting may be scrapped. But if you don't reveal it, this painting will always be a bad work."

Zhong Yue suddenly realized that the three question marks of the system of emotional valuation are like this. The paintings in the painting reveal the good fortune of a night; the bad ones are worthless...

"You're just going to make the decision. Even if it's broken, I'm still unfamiliar with this painting."

Mr. Xi smiled and said, "It is best if you can think so. This person tried his best to cover the original trace with a bad painting. It seems that the paintings hidden inside are extraordinary things, and you can come in with me."

"Okay." Zhong Yue also followed Xi Qichang into the study with some nervousness.

In the large sink, the pure water poured an inch higher. Xi Qichang slowly put the scroll into the water, "Old woman, give me that bamboo stick, it's longer."

"You can wait a moment."

“Smart.”

The old lady had a white eye, Xi Qichang searched through the boxes and cabinets, and handed a bamboo stick one and a half feet long to Mr. Xi.

"Zhong Yue, go to the other end and spread the scroll."

“Oh, OK.”

The two of them held the scrolls at one end, and Xi Qichang slowly shook the painting.

After a while, I used bamboo sticks to find some rice paper paintings that had been stripped off and carefully picked them up.

"Fortunately it's a traditional paste. If it's glue, the paintings sandwiched in it are probably useless."

When Zhong Yue looked at the painting, his pupils involuntarily shrank.
Chapter completed!