Chapter 372 Reluctant to vomit blood and not be able to marry a wife 5
Update time:2012-12-17
Huang Jinduo looked at the gift that Long Jinhuan had brought. The packaging was rustic and not exquisite at all. It didn't look like something valuable at all. He couldn't let go of such a great opportunity to cash in on this bumpkin who wanted to eat swan meat.
Walk.
"Oh, oh, oh, there is no reason to take back a gift after giving it away. Didn't Grandpa Liu agree to our marriage proposal? We are embarrassed to take the gift back. Young Master, since you really like Yueyue, just
You can't take the gift back, otherwise we will look down on you."
Listening to Huang Jinduo's harsh words, Long Jinhuan really wished he could pull out his intestines, wrap them around his neck, and then pull hard. In this way, the whole world would be quieter and cleaner.
Long Jinhuan lowered his head and put away his disgusted expression. When he raised his head again, it had changed into a very painful expression, and he put down the gift box that he had held in his arms again.
Long Jinhuan said reluctantly: "Miss, ah, no, this handsome guy is right. Since it is a gift, it cannot be taken back. Anyway, there are not many valuable things, Yueyue urged.
I'm in a hurry and I don't have time to buy anything, so I just put together these few small items. I hope Old Liu Tou doesn't dislike them."
Liu Wenlin's stubborn temper arose, but he didn't care about anything. However, he didn't think that what Long Jinhuan got was worthless. Could a relative of the president of Sisters Square be a poor person? But he felt that the things Long Jinhuan gave were very valuable.
They are all vulgar things and have nothing to do with art.
"Take away all your things, I don't care!" Liu Wenlin waved his hand and said.
Liu Aiying helped Long Jinhuan and said: "Brother, as an elder, how can you be like a child? Even if you don't agree with Xiaolong and Yueyue's marriage, you can't drive the child away? Xiaolong, open all the gift boxes and let
Grandma, please see what good things you got?"
Long Jinhuan's betrothal gift was larger than that of the Huang family, but the gift box it contained was really old. But if you were really an expert, you would definitely find that these boxes were all antiques. The exquisite craftsmanship made them a rare cultural relic in itself.
Long Jinhuan also took out a long brocade box, which seemed to contain calligraphy and painting. Long Jinhuan opened the box, and there was indeed a scroll of calligraphy and painting inside. Long Jinhuan didn't wear gloves because he didn't have any.
I don’t want to go to Dai Huang’s house.
The scroll unfolded, and it was also a landscape painting. Long Jinhuan did not study the calligraphy and painting in his ring carefully. He only knew that the painting was "Looking at the Mountain from the River Bank" by Ni Zan, but he knew about Ni Zan.
One of the top ten painters in ancient China, some of his handed down works are treasures of major museums, which shows how precious his paintings are.
"At first glance, they are imitations of ancient paintings." Jin Jin has a "fake foreign devil". How can he understand the authenticity and true meaning of traditional Chinese paintings?
Huang Jinduo didn't understand, but Liu Wenlin did. He ran to the table in one stride, pushed Long Jinhuan away, then put on his gloves, gently touched the place where Long Jinhuan had grabbed it, and then he was so excited.
My mouth was trembling.
"This, this, could this be Ni Zan's "River Bank Looking at the Mountain"?"
"Isn't there a seal and signature on it? Just look at it yourself." Long Jinhuan pointed at the picture with her finger and pointed it out to Liu Wenlin.
"Pa!" Long Jinhuan's hand was swatted away by Liu Wenlin. He lectured and said: "Be careful, don't scratch it. Xiaoqin, get my magnifying glass."
When Xiaoqin heard the sound, she quickly ran out of the kitchen and ran upstairs to get a magnifying glass. But Long Jinhuan curled his lips and said: "The old man did it on purpose? Can I still get fakes? I am a person with status.
I can’t afford to lose that person!”
Liu Wenlin did not answer Long Jinhuan's words, but carefully looked at the painting in his hand. Xiaoqin took out the magnifying glass, and Liu Wenlin began to examine it impatiently.
"Authentic, absolutely authentic, this is really a national treasure! Bastard, did you really give this painting to me?" Liu Wenlin asked in disbelief.
"Someone has said that things given away cannot be taken back. How can I get them back? Besides, I have so many at home that I don't know which one is real and which one is fake. It's useless for me to keep it. Since
This picture is real, just keep it." Long Jinhuan said this deliberately, which gave the Huang family father and son hope again. They thought that Long Jinhuan's family had just got lucky and picked up a mistake.
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"Okay, okay, what's so rare? There are better ones later." Long Jinhuan watched Liu Wenlin keep looking at it and said impatiently. After that, he was about to accept Ni Zan's painting with his bare hands. This
Cilong Jinhuan's hand was opened by Liu Wenlin again, and then Liu Wenlin put it away himself.
Long Jinhuan took another shorter brocade box. Just as he was about to open it, Liu Wenlin snatched it away. Liu Wenlin said, "Do you really want to destroy these treasures? There is sweat on your hands, which is corrosive.
Don’t you know?”
After Liu Wenlin finished speaking, he took out the object from the box, which was still a silk scroll. Long Jinhuan knew the nature of the old man, so he prepared the most calligraphy and painting.
"Ah!" The moment he opened the silk scroll, Liu Wenlin first exclaimed, and then said in disbelief: "Is this also a copy of Wang Xizhi's "Quick Snow and Clear Tie"?"
"This is an authentic work!" Long Jinhuan said unhappily. The old man really regarded him as a liar who was playing with fakes.
"Impossible, basically no authentic works of Wang Xizhi's works have survived. There is a piece of "Quick Snow and Clear Tie" in the Palace Museum, but it was copied by later generations. Where did your original work come from?" Liu Wenlin said in disbelief.
"Old Liu Tou, you are an expert, you can decide for yourself whether it is true or false. Do I need to lie to you?" Long Jinhuan said with some annoyance.
"From the paper, from the ink, from the law, from the seal, and from the signature, it all shows that this is Wang Xizhi's authentic work. In this way, this is definitely a national treasure among national treasures! I never thought that I, Liu Wenlin, would be able to see Wang Xizhi, the master of Dharma, in this life.
His authentic calligraphy is truly a life well spent!" Liu Wenlin was so excited that he felt a little dizzy.
"Brother, you don't just see it, you will be the owner of this calligraphy from now on." Liu Aiying reminded.
"Husband, I love you to death!" Liu Shiyue was also excited and called Long Jinhuan husband. She was born in the Liu family and was considered a semi-connoisseur. Naturally, she knew the value of the two calligraphy and paintings that Long Jinhuan had produced.
It's not just about money anymore.
"It's over now. I don't even dare to take out the painting below, otherwise Old Liu will have to get excited." Long was not satisfied today, but reminded him.
"What else is more precious than Wang Xizhi's words?" Liu Wenlin already felt that he was dreaming, why he suddenly felt unreal.
"If your heart can bear it, you can open it and see for yourself." Long Jinhuan handed another long brocade box to Liu Wenlin.
Liu Wenlin took the brocade box and opened it with trembling hands. There was indeed a painting inside. Liu Wenlin was a little scared and gestured to his sister to open it with him. Liu Aiying put on her gloves and helped Liu Wenlin open the scroll.
"Ah, hahahahahaha! I know this one, it seems to be the "Luo Shen Fu Tu" by Gu Kaizhi, but the real "Luo Shen Fu Tu" is in the Palace Museum, yours must be a fake." Huang Jinduo was already in despair.
Although he didn't understand calligraphy and painting, the performance he had seen Liu Wenlin before was enough to prove the preciousness of the first two calligraphy and paintings. But God was wise and finally let him catch the opportunity. What this damn competitor got was a fake.
"Shut up! What do you, an ignorant kid, know? The "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo" in the Palace Museum was painted by people from the Song Dynasty and is not an authentic work by Gu Kaizhi." Liu Wenlin lectured, and then continued to observe.
"This is beyond my scope of identification. Judging from various signs, this should be authentic, and I believe it is true. But why is it so humid here? It seems like the ink is not dry yet." Liu Wenlin looked at the stain on his gloves.
The black ink said.
"Oh, it's been a very humid day in the south recently, so it's hard to get damp." Long Jinhuan explained.
Damn it, what's going on? This painting is at least 1,600 to 700 years old. Why is the ink not dry yet? It's really baffling to your mother.
"I can't help it anymore, my heart hurts a little. Xiaoqin, bring me my medicine." Liu Wenlin seemed so excited that he suddenly had a heart attack.
Liu Shiyue tugged on the corner of Long Jinhuan's clothes and motioned for Long Jinhuan to show his grandfather. Long Jinhuan had no choice but to grab Liu Wenlin's wrist and show it to him. I wiped it and said nothing about the heartbeat.
It's almost two hundred, is it necessary to be so excited? Long Jinhuan quickly injected a small amount of real energy into Old Liu Tou to help him adjust. Don't let him die in excitement, he, Long Jinhuan, would have become a sinner.