"This is a drying board, which is used for flattening and drying painting cores, mounting pieces and various mounting materials. You don't know about the drying rod? Of course it is used to dry processed backing paper, colored paper and various other materials.
Here’s the material.”
While Song Jun was explaining the tools in the room to Zhuang Rui, he was also teaching Zhuang Rui a lesson, as if he wanted to return the anger he had suffered before to Zhuang Rui.
"This is a copy table, a brush, a brown brush, a ruler and a cutting board. That stone? That is a calendering stone, also called a grinding stone. It is used for calendering and smoothing the back of the frame."
Zhuang Rui also felt strange when he entered here. It was rare that Song Jun wanted to be a teacher, so he continued to ask questions one by one. However, Mr. Fang became impatient. He let out a heavy "hum" and said to Zhuang Rui: "Young man
, come here, spread this painting out on the copy table, Mr. Song, go do what you like, don't make trouble here."
Song Jun scratched his head and stopped talking. He was not stupid. The old man's performance just now made him feel something was wrong. Naturally, he wanted to stay and see what was mysterious in this painting.
The copy table is made of glass with a built-in fluorescent lamp. There is also a fluorescent lamp on the top of the copy table. This is used when peeling off old paintings. It must have strong light to avoid any inadvertent mistakes.
, destroying old paintings.
Zhuang Rui unfolded the scroll and laid it flat on the copy table. Mr. Fang first turned on the fluorescent lamp on the table. After observing for a while, he turned on the fluorescent lamp at the top of the head. Under the strong light, he wanted to see what changes would happen.
, just after a long while, Mr. Fang shook his head in disappointment and turned off both lights.
"Go get a basin of water..."
The old man kept his eyes on the scroll and gave instructions. Zhuang Rui quickly picked up the washbasin in the corner of the room, walked to the door and brought in a plate of water.
When Zhuang Rui came in, he found that the top and bottom poles and the head of the scroll had been removed by Mr. Fang, leaving only a scroll. Seeing Zhuang Rui come in, the old man waved to him and signaled him.
walk over.
When Zhuang Rui brought the washbasin over, the old man dipped a brush in his hand that was only as big as a nail clipper in the water, and then brushed it against the lower left corner of the painting. The water-absorbent paper
Very good. As soon as the brush came into contact with the paper, it was absorbed immediately. Then the old man continued to brush with water. After three or five times, the area in the lower left corner, which was about five or six centimeters square, was already soaked.
After waving his hand for Zhuang Rui to take the basin away, Mr. Fang stretched out two fingers and slightly twisted the corners. The scroll that was originally one piece was immediately divided into two pieces of paper, but the three pieces of paper that Zhuang Rui had imagined did not appear.
A piece of paper, if this trick is discovered, then the person who framed this painting will have spent so much effort in vain.
"Xiaozhuang, right? I suspect there is a mystery in this painting. I want to peel off a few more layers on the rice paper. However, this painting is made of cooked rice paper, which is relatively brittle. I'm afraid that when I peel off the layers, there will be some
It might be damaged, what do you think?"
If this painting had belonged to the Song Army, I'm afraid the old man would have taken action directly. However, the owner of the painting was Zhuang Rui. Naturally, he had to ask first, otherwise he would open the painting and damage it. If there was nothing inside, it would be
It's hard to explain. Although he is a master of framing, he still has to be responsible for his customers.
At this moment, Zhuang Rui was already happy in his heart, but he was still a little surprised by what the old man said, and he asked with confusion: "How many more layers can be peeled off such a thin painting?"
"Others can't do it, but of course I can. Just tell me. If you agree, I'll expose it. If you don't, I'll take the painting away." Mr. Fang replied simply.
Zhuang Rui pretended to think for a while and then said: "Okay, Grandpa Fang, this painting is fake anyway, so let's just spend three thousand yuan to see your old craftsmanship."
"It's hard to tell whether it's true or not now..."
The old man replied meaningfully, not that he thought Zhuang Rui could see through the mystery, but that he had already guessed it in his heart.
Seeing Zhuang Rui nodding in agreement, the old man became energetic. The weather was still a bit cold in March, so he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and took out many bottles and jars in the room, as if he was preparing medicine.
, poured some liquid into the basin that neither Zhuang Rui nor Song Jun could understand, and then asked Zhuang Rui to take it and stir it.
After Zhuang Rui stirred for about ten minutes, the originally paste-like liquid in the basin turned into a transparent color and very thin. When the old man saw it, he took the basin and put it at his feet.
Turn over the "Picture of Li Duanduan" and lay it out on the table.
Then Mr. Fang found a brand new brush and put the soft-bristled end into the basin. After the transparent liquid soaked the brush, he immediately started brushing on the back of the painting, using one hand to apply force as freely as writing calligraphy.
, and using even force, in a moment, the entire length of the painting, which is 18,772 centimeters wide, has been painted with the transparent liquid.
Before it was over, the old man found a hand-pressed water spray bottle from the room and sprayed it on the painting painted with transparent liquid. The spout of the pot was extremely fine, and the sprayed water basically turned into mist.
After coming into contact with the painting, they immediately blended into it. However, Zhuang Rui and Song Jun, who were observing closely with their eyes wide open, discovered that the water was only attached to the surface of the painting and had not penetrated at all.
"Okay, you two go wait outside..."
Seeing the critical moment, Mr. Fang issued an eviction order, which made Zhuang Rui and Song Jun very frustrated. It was like watching a football match. When the forward started to shoot the empty goal, there was a power outage, which made people feel a little itchy and uncomfortable.
However, the law is not passed down to the six ears. These old artists attach great importance to the inheritance of the teacher's rituals. The craft of uncovering is very easy to be used by some people with evil intentions. Song Jun and Zhuang Rui are not his students, so naturally they cannot be seen.
The core technology of peeling off layers. You must know that in today's society, there are definitely only a handful of people with such skills.
Before liberation, some craftsmen would do things like peeling off and pasting paintings in order to make huge profits.
As we all know, rice paper is very easy to render with ink, and almost every layer can be soaked with calligraphers and painters' ink. After the forger peels off the layers, one painting will become two or three. However, the more layers are peeled off, the more layers will be removed.
The ink and ink on the painting will become lighter, so the forger will use rice paper to mount several layers, and then add in the light ink and ink as usual. After processing, the deceptive effect will be better, and it will be almost difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.
The technique of uncovering paintings has been around since ancient times. If the calligraphy and painting to be mounted is of average quality or the framer's skills are mediocre, they will not or dare not fake it. If a famous painting encounters a master, the risk of the painting being uncovered will be greatly increased. Therefore,
Many calligraphers and painters do not send their precious paintings and calligraphy to framers, but instead frame them themselves.
Mr. Fang's skill has not been passed down to the outside world. Even among his few proud disciples, only two or three people have been taught it. Therefore, even though Zhuang Rui and Song Jun are outsiders, the old man does not want them to see it.
The two of them waited in the living room for about half an hour. During this period, Zhuang Rui ran back to the Mercedes-Benz and let the two little guys rest for a while. After waiting for tea for three times, the old man opened the door to the framing room.
He opened the door with a very tired look on his face, but his eyes were bright and he looked a little excited.
"Xiao Zhuang, you are in luck."
The old man's first words after coming out made Song Jun and Zhuang Rui confused. It was just that Zhuang Rui's appearance was naturally fake.
"Come in with me."
Mr. Fang didn't explain, turned around and walked back, followed closely by Zhuang Rui and Song Jun. As soon as they entered the room, they saw two paintings on the large flat wall.
Obviously, Tang Bohu's "Li Duanduan Picture" that had been hidden for half a century has finally been revealed. Zhuang Rui stepped forward and carefully compared the two paintings. The content of the two paintings was naturally the same.
However, in the subtleties of the characters' expressions, you can tell the difference at a glance. The characters in one painting are dull and lifeless, and cracks have appeared in the painting, while the ladies in the other painting are looking forward to it and their expressions are lifelike.
It seems that I want to step out of the painting.
"This...this, how is this possible, Grandpa Fang, how is this possible?"
Song Jun was different from Zhuang Rui. Zhuang Rui just stood in front of the painting and simply admired it, but Song Jun held a magnifying glass and almost put his face on it. When he put down the magnifying glass, he was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.
Asked for it.
Song Jun is also someone who has been playing calligraphy and painting for a long time, so he can naturally distinguish the authenticity of the two paintings in front of him. He looked at the several bright red bell seals on the "Picture of Li Duanduan" that was revealed, and the meaning represented by each bell seal.
A well-known figure, with Song Jun's professional level of immersed in calligraphy and painting for many years, it can almost be concluded that this painting is an authentic work by Tang Bohu.
"Is there any impossibility? Are you trying to say that "Li Duanduan Tu" is now in Nanjing? Huh, back then I saw that the painting had traces of forgery. Although it was painted by someone from the Ming Dynasty, it was not the authentic work of Tang Bohu.
, this painting came out, I looked at the old faces of those people, where to put it, haha."
Mr. Fang seemed quite dissatisfied with the person who originally appraised the "Li Duanduan Painting" in Nanjing. He was smiling heartily at the moment, but Song Jun looked at Zhuang Rui with an incredible expression on his face.
"Brother Song, there is another painting in this painting? The two paintings seem to be almost the same."
Zhuang Rui pretended to be innocent and asked Song Jun.
"You...you, almost, are as bad as heaven. I said you kid, how come you are so lucky? You came across Wang Shizhen's manuscript. You went to the black market to buy fake paintings that no one else wanted. Inside
There is actually an authentic piece hidden inside. I, Song Jun, have been in this business for 20 to 30 years, but I have never picked up such a leak."
Song Jun looked at Zhuang Rui and shook his head. However, he did not doubt that Zhuang Rui could tell the authenticity of the painting in advance. After all, the painting had changed hands several times and had been appraised by many people. Its professionalism
, far from being comparable to Zhuang Rui, even a figure like Mr. Fang would not be able to discover the mystery hidden in it if he did not start from the mounting point.
