When everyone saw that the exhibition in front of them was just a very poor painting, they laughed at it.
"I thought I would be really lucky to see a masterpiece of beauty. I didn't expect to see a bad painting. It's not even a replica. I don't know what it looks like when I see grass as pearls."
"Haha, those eyes are really in direct proportion to the appearance."
"Well, the girl's parents are very smart and smart, why are you so stupid? If you sell this kind of painting to me for only one yuan, it would take up a lot of space."
The middle-aged man was also shaking his head violently, sincerely thinking that Yang Zimei must have lost his mind.
Yang Zimei did not panic.
After buying the painting just now, she had observed it and found that the painting scroll was relatively thicker than ordinary painting scrolls. Moreover, she had clairvoyance and could clearly see that it exuded the aura of an antique.
This is definitely an ancient painting, and she also believes that there must be paintings within paintings.
Mr. Song once told her that during wars in the past, many antique collectors would often process on top of their collections in order to protect their collections. For example, on ancient paintings, they would add a thin layer of painting on top to cover the original ones.
It was dropped so that outsiders wouldn’t know that it was actually an ancient painting.
She also worked with Song Xuan on a painting within a painting, and knew how to deal with it and how to reveal the true face of the ancient Lushan painting hidden inside.
Yang Zimei gently stroked the scroll with his palm, infiltrating his energy into it, separating the outer thin layer from the inner picture, and then gently peeled it off from the axis with his fingernails.
The middle-aged man naturally knows that there is a painting within the painting.
Seeing Yang Zimei's posture, I was confused.
Yang Zimei carefully peeled off the film covering the top layer, which looked like a crude painting.
A picture with elegant pen and ink and strange vertical walls was displayed in front of everyone.
There is a pine tree in the painting, with a closed gate under the pine tree, a small stream of rocks, and a person in the study room writing a book with a few strokes of a pen.
The onlookers who were making noises at the joke fell silent and looked at Yang Zimei as if they were watching a magic trick.
They are not professional antique collectors, and they do not know that there is such a thing as a painting within a painting.
The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses with his fingers, took out the magnifying glass he brought with him to identify antiques, and looked at the picture carefully for a while. The more he looked at it, the more excited he became.
"I have been shut up and writing books for many years, and all the pine trees are planted by Lao Longlin. Mr. An Su, holding the Tao high, wrote thousands of words every day. Mu Ruzhifeng, true pursuit, Xu. The second Gongyuan Ding, Yicai Qing
Bones, I have a close friendship with you. I recently heard that I have moved to a new home, so I write this congratulations. In the Mid-Autumn Festival of Guiyou, Langdao Renhao."
The middle-aged man read out such a large passage of ancient words that was difficult to understand. Onlookers could not understand it, but Yang Zimei, who had grown up reading classical books since childhood, had no difficulty in understanding it.
It turns out that this is Shen Hao's "Closed House Writing Picture".
Shen Hao, a painter of the Ming Dynasty, with the courtesy name Langqian and the nickname Shitian, was born in Suzhou, Jiangsu Province. He had a bold personality and was well-educated and well-educated.
Shen Hao's calligraphy is true, running, seal, and official. He is more refined in painting and has studied the theory of painting deeply.
"Similar but not similar, not similar but similar" is his original idea.
He studied at various schools, with a neat and tidy position, a small scene in the distance and a clear open space, and his painting style was close to that of Shen Zhou. In his later years, his brushwork was elegant and graceful, with bright touches.
His paintings of landscapes, with elegant brushwork and strangely protruding gullies, made him famous for a while.
"What kind of painting is it?" the onlookers asked.
The middle-aged man said Shen Hao's name, and some knowledgeable people began to marvel. Then they looked at Yang Zimei with a very different look.
And the stall owner selling Yang Guifei's perfume bottle heard that a beautiful girl here picked up a big leak. It was obviously a poor painting, but it turned out to be a famous painting. He wondered if it was Yang Zimei and ran over to take a look.
When he saw that the person was indeed Yang Zimei, heard someone offer one million, and thought about what she had said to him before, he was so angry that he beat his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.