Everyone at the scene was startled, and all looked towards the source of the sound, only to realize that the speaker was Zhang Songhong, the eldest son of Mr. Zhang.
Zhang Songhong has a strong say in the Zhang family, not only because he manages most of the family's business, but also because he has a complicated network of relationships in Guangliu Province.
However, he never liked Zhang Qingyu's family, especially Su Guang, whom he hated very much.
It is said that Zhang Qingyu was originally arranged to be a wife of a large family twenty years ago. Once Zhang Qingyu married and the Zhang family got married to her, Zhang Songhong's life would be easier. As long as the marriage was successful, Zhang Songhong's achievements would be far from this.
, but because of Zhang Qingyu’s willfulness, he lost these, so Zhang Songhong’s family was very hostile to Zhang Qingyu.
In addition, his wife and son took a trip to Jiangcheng and came back bruised and bruised. Zhang Songhong naturally placed the blame on Su Guang's family, so he looked at them with increasingly cold eyes.
"Oh? Songhong, what do you mean by this? Is it possible that you also have a picture of the last moon in your hand?" Mr. Zhang asked with a frown.
"Yes." Zhang Songhong nodded, then waved his hand.
Two figures immediately came to the door.
It was Zhang Baoxu and his mother Ren Ai, but at this moment Zhang Baoxu was pushed in in a wheelchair.
His limbs were in plaster, and there was a rolled-up painting lying in his arms.
"Child, what's wrong with you?" The old man became anxious, stood up suddenly and walked over, asking with concern.
"Grandpa, I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while and recover. Today is your birthday. Please forgive me for not being able to kneel down to you. This is a birthday gift from our family to you. Gu Kaizhi's picture of the last month, wishing you grandpa
Like the permanence of the moon, like the rising of the sun, like the longevity of Nanshan Mountain, it never rises or collapses. Like the luxuriance of pines and cypresses, everything can be sustained."
Zhang Baoxu said with a smile, but his voice was very weak and he was a little out of breath when he spoke.
The old man couldn't bear it very much.
"Dad, you don't know that Baoxu made a special trip to Jiangcheng for this painting of the last moon. If it weren't for this painting, Baoxu would not have gone to Jiangcheng, let alone get into a car accident. If he hadn't had a car accident, how could he have gone there?
It has become like this..." Ren Ai from behind started to cry.
"A filial son."
"This family is so filial."
"yes."
"It's so touching."
The guests all around were wiping away tears.
The old man was also very moved.
"Child, why are you doing this?"
"As long as grandpa likes it, it doesn't matter to Baoxu." Zhang Baoxu said with a smile.
The old man sighed heavily: "My child, you have suffered..."
"Grandpa, take over the painting."
"Hey, okay..."
Mr. Zhang took the painting in his arms with some trembling, his eyes twinkling.
Seeing this, the surrounding guests couldn't help but applaud, and some even cheered for it.
The scenes at the scene were extremely touching and made people cry.
Lin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Zhang Qingyu and Su Yan behind them were extremely pale.
I didn't expect things to turn out like this.
In this way, it no longer matters whether Zhang Baoxu's painting is true or false, because in the eyes of the old man, the meaning of this painting is no longer true or false, but Zhang Baoxu's filial piety towards him.
The most embarrassing person at the moment is Su Guang.
He stood there holding the painting, staring blankly at the scene, not knowing what to do.
Continue to send?
Just kidding, are your paintings better than others? It would be fine if they were two different paintings, but now they are two identical paintings. How can I give them away?
Who is Zhang Songhong? Can the things he gave away be fake?
Someone gave me a genuine product, and I got into a car accident because of it. How precious and sincere this is.
And you send a fake one... isn't this making fun of the old man?
For a moment, Su Guang stood there, as if unable to advance or retreat.
"It's all you. What paintings did you say you gave as a gift? Is this okay now? I told you to give some jade ornaments earlier!" Zhang Qingyu glared at Lin Yang fiercely, hurriedly hurriedly whispered.
Said: "A Guang, come back quickly and take these jade ornaments, quickly."
"good."
Su Guang was busy going there.
But at this moment, Ren Ai shouted.
"Hey, brother-in-law, where are you going? Aren't you going to wish our dad a birthday?"
As soon as he said this, Su Guang's steps froze.
"Brother-in-law, today is our dad's birthday. It is a big day. Every Zhang family member should come to celebrate his birthday with sincerity. It doesn't matter whether the gift is high or low. What matters is sincerity. If you don't have money, just buy a small trinket.
Forget about dedicating it to my dad, what do you mean by buying a fake painting to dedicate to my dad? Do you think my dad is the kind of person who likes to collect fakes? If this gets out, my dad's reputation will not be completely ruined? You
What exactly does that mean?"
When Su Guang heard this, his face turned pale.
"Shame!" Zhang Xiang snorted.
"Su Guang, what did you do?" Zhang Kunchen asked.
"Why did Qingyu marry such a useless thing?" Zhang Huage shook his head and said coldly.
"outrageous."
"yes."
The surrounding guests also pointed, laughed or ridiculed.
Su Guang felt uncomfortable standing in the middle. He wished there was a hole he could crawl into.
As for Zhang Qingyu and Su Yan, they were already furious.
"Okay, okay, stop talking!" Mr. Zhang couldn't stand it anymore.
Although he didn't like Su Guang as his son-in-law, no matter what, his daughter married him, and he was considered a member of the Zhang family. There were so many outsiders here today, and he didn't want to cause any trouble and make them laugh.
"Dad..." Su Guang glanced at him.
"You go down first." Mr. Zhang said calmly.
"Yes..." Su Guang sighed, holding the painting and going back.
Not only is it embarrassing if the gift is not delivered, but I am afraid that in the old man's heart, this family will become more and more unpopular, right?
It's really not worth the loss...
However, just when Su Guang was about to retreat, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Dad, what are you doing back here? Your painting hasn't been given to grandpa yet!"
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Looking towards the source of the sound, I realized that it was Lin Yang who stood up and spoke.
"Lin Yang?"
"How dare this loser still speak?"
"You know it's a fake but you still send it away? Are you trying to slap the old man in the face?"
"Oh, this family is interesting. Su Guang is useless, and Lin Yang is even worse! It's hard for two women, Su Yan and Zhang Qingyu."
The guests laughed softly.
"Lin Yang, what are you talking about here? Isn't it embarrassing enough?"
"Do you think grandpa would collect a fake in front of so many people?"
Cheng Ping and Zhang Maonian said coldly.
In fact, sometimes good fakes are even more collectible than authentic ones, but a fake is a fake. In the face of so many people, even if this fake is so perfect, it would be hard for Mr. Zhang to accept it, let alone Gu Kaizhi.
The picture of last month is extremely difficult to imitate, and the fakes currently circulating on the market cannot be compared with the original.
only.
As soon as Cheng Ping finished speaking, Lin Yang shook his head.
"Who told you this was a fake?"
"What?"
"Not a fake?"
The guests were excited again.
"That's funny. Isn't this a fake? Is it the real thing? Then you mean that the picture of the last month given by my uncle's family is a fake?" Zhang Kun's son Zhang Gan said in a funny tone.
Many people also laughed out loud.
What kind of person is Zhang Songhong? He is the mainstay of the Zhang family and a prominent figure in Guangliu Province. What about Su Guang? He is a low-level civil servant in Jiangcheng who has been waiting for death all his life. There is no need to guess which of these two people can produce the authentic work.
"Lin Yang, stop talking."
Su Guang was anxious.
The old man finally gave him a way out, but Lin Yang actually jumped out to stir up trouble. Did he want to die on his own?
"Dad, please open the painting and let everyone see if your painting is authentic!" Lin Yang said.
"this..."
"Now that the matter has come to this, do you have any other choice?"
When Su Guang heard this, his face turned red and white, and finally he sighed: "Okay."
Anyway, I have lost all my face, so I can only listen to Lin Yang at this time.
Su Guang untied the ties on the scroll, opened the painting, and spread it out for public viewing.
Countless pairs of eyes were looking there.
The old man also stared intently.
Many people have seen the picture last month, but this one has a unique charm that no one can describe.
However, after a moment, the old man suddenly seemed to notice something. He stood up suddenly, walked over, and snatched the picture of the rising moon.
"Um?"
The people inside the house were extremely shocked.
