Everyone at the scene was stunned and looked at the sound source in unison, and then they found that the person who spoke was Mr. Zhang's eldest son Zhang Songhong.
Zhang Songhong has a strong voice in the Zhang family, not only because he manages most of the family's businesses, but also because he has a complex network of relationships in Guangliu Province.
However, he has never liked Zhang Qingyu's family very much, especially Su Guang, who hates him very much.
It is said that twenty years ago, Zhang Qingyu was arranged to be a wife for a large family. Once Zhang Qingyu got married, the Zhang family would marry him and Zhang Songhong's path would be easier. As long as the marriage was successful, Zhang Songhong's achievements would be far from this. However, because of Zhang Qingyu's willfulness, he lost these things, so Zhang Songhong's family was very hostile to Zhang Qingyu.
In addition, his wife and son came back after walking to Jiangcheng, and they were covered in bruises. Zhang Songhong naturally calculated the accounts on the head of Su Guang's family, so his eyes became colder and colder when he looked at them.
"Oh? Song Hong, what do you mean? Could it be that you have a picture of the previous month in your hand?" Mr. Zhang asked with a frown.
"Yes." Zhang Songhong nodded, then waved his hand.
Two figures immediately walked towards the door.
It was Zhang Baoxu and his mother Ren Ai, but at this moment, Zhang Baoxu was pushed in in a wheelchair.
He was covered in plaster with his limbs and a rolled painting lying in his arms.
"Child, what's wrong with you?" The old man was anxious and suddenly got up and walked to ask with concern.
"Grandpa, I'm fine. I just need a rest for a while to recover. Today is your birthday. Please forgive me for not being able to bow to you. This is the birthday gift from our family. Gu Kaizhi's picture of the previous month, wishing grandpa as long as the moon, as the rising sun, as the longevity of the southern mountains, as long as the vastness of the pines and cypresses, all of which may be borne."
Zhang Baoxu said with a smile, but his voice was very weak and he was breathless when he spoke.
The old man couldn't bear it.
"Dad, you don't know that for this picture last month, Baoxu specially went to Jiangcheng. If it weren't for this painting, Baoxu wouldn't have gone to Jiangcheng, and wouldn't have had a car accident. If it weren't for the picture, he wouldn't have been in a car accident. If he didn't have a car accident, he wouldn't have become like this..." Ren Ai behind cried.
"A filial son."
"This family is so filial."
"yes."
“It’s so touching.”
The guests around wiped their tears.
The old man was also very moved.
"Child, why are you doing this?"
"As long as grandpa can like it, Baoxu is nothing." Zhang Baoxu said with a smile.
The old man sighed heavily: "Child, you have suffered..."
"Grandpa, let's take a picture."
“Hey, OK…”
Mr. Zhang took the painting in his arms with a trembling trembling, his old eyes flashed a little.
Seeing this, the guests around couldn't help but applaud, and some people cheered for it.
The scene is extremely touching and makes people cry.
Lin Yang's eyes were slightly condensed.
Zhang Qingyu and Su Yan behind him were extremely pale.
I didn't expect things to turn out like this.
In this way, it doesn't matter 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 to him.
The most embarrassing thing at the moment is Su Guang.
He stood there holding the painting, staring at the scene blankly, not knowing what to do.
Continue to give it?
Just kidding, can your paintings compare to others? It would be fine to say that they are two different paintings, but now they are two identical paintings. How can I give it to you?
Who is Zhang Songhong? Can the things he gave are fake?
Someone gave the authentic products, but even had a car accident. How valuable and sincere is this?
And you give a fake...Isn't this kidding the old man?
For a moment, Su Guang stood there, looking like he could not move forward or retreat.
"It's all you. You said you're sending you what paintings you're giving me, right? I'll forget it if I'd say I'd give you some jade ornaments!" Zhang Qingyu glared at Lin Yang fiercely, and turned around in a hurry, and whispered in a low voice: "A Guang, come back quickly, take these jade ornaments, hurry up."
"good."
Su Guang is busy going to get over.
But at this moment, Ren Ai shouted.
"Oh, brother-in-law, where are you going? Don't you celebrate our dad's birthday?"
As soon as these words fell, Su Guang's steps froze.
"Brother-in-law, today's birthday is a happy day. Every Zhang family member should come to celebrate the birthday with a sincere heart. The high and low gifts are actually not important. What is important is sincerity. If you don't have money, just buy a small jewelry to offer to our father. What does it mean to buy a fake painting to our father? Do you think our father is the kind of person who likes to collect fakes? If this is spread, our father's reputation will not be completely destroyed? What do you mean?"
When Su Guang heard this, his face turned pale a few times.
"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 guests around them also pointed and laughed or sarcastically.
Su Guang was so uncomfortable standing in the middle that he wished he could have a hole in it now.
As for Zhang Qingyu and Su Yan, they had already become angry and smoked from their seven orifices.
"Okay, okay, stop talking!" Mr. Zhang couldn't stand it anymore.
Although he didn't like Su Guang, his son-in-law, no matter what, his daughter married him, and he was also a member of the Zhang family. There were so many outsiders here today, and he didn't want to make any trouble to show outsiders a joke.
"Dad..." Su Guang glanced at him.
"You go down first." Old Master Zhang said indifferently.
"Yes..." Su Guang sighed and wanted to return with the painting.
Not offering the gift is not only a shame, but I am afraid that in the old man's heart, this family is becoming increasingly unwelcome?
It's really not worth the loss...
However, just as Su Guang was about to retreat, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Dad, what are you doing when you are back? Your painting has not been given to grandpa yet!"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned.
When I looked at the sound source, I realized that Lin Yang stood up and spoke.
"Lin Yang?"
"How dare this waste speak?"
"I know it's a fake, but I still have to give it away? Are you trying to slap the old man in the face?"
"Haha, this family is interesting. Su Guang is abolished, Lin Yang is even more useless! It's hard to make up for the 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 valuable than genuine ones, but fakes are fakes. With so many people, even if this fake is so perfect that it is amazing, Mr. Zhang is not easy to accept. What's more, Gu Kaizhi's last month's picture is extremely difficult to imitate. The fakes currently circulating on the market cannot be compared with the genuine ones at all.
only.
As soon as Cheng Ping finished speaking, Lin Yang shook his head.
"Who told you that this is a fake?"
"What?"
"Isn't it a fake?"
The guests were boiling again.
"It's funny. You're not a fake, is it an authentic one? Then what do you mean is that the picture given by my uncle's family last month is a fake?" Zhang Kun's son Zhang Gan said with a funny look.
Many people laughed out loud.
What kind of person is Zhang Songhong, the mainstay of the Zhang family, the well-known figure in Guangliu Province, and Su Guang? A civil servant in Jiangcheng, who has been living a life of life, has no need to guess who these two people may have produced their original works.
"Lin Yang, stop talking."
Su Guang was anxious.
The old man finally gave him a step forward, but Lin Yang actually jumped out and stirred up again. Is he trying to die by himself?
"Dad, open the painting and let everyone see if your painting is the original one!" Lin Yang said.
"this..."
"At this point, do you have any other choice?"
When Su Guang heard this, his face turned red and white, and finally sighed: "Okay."
Anyway, this face has been lost, so I can only listen to Lin Yang's words at this time.
Su Guang untied the tie on the scroll, then opened the painting and spread it out to show the public.
Countless pairs of eyes around looked towards that.
The old man also stared at him.
Many people have seen the last month picture, but this one has a unique charm that no one can tell.
However, after a moment, the old man suddenly seemed to notice something, and suddenly stood up, walked over, and took over the map of the previous moon.