Chapter 060 Picture of an Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains
At six o'clock in the morning, Shen Yu got up on time.
Sometimes, this biological clock is too punctual, which is not entirely a benefit.
Because I didn’t even bother to sleep...
No matter how sleepy he is, Shen Yu will wake up at this time.
Stretching, Shen Yu picked up a white T-shirt from the hanger and put it on, then washed his face on the faucet in the courtyard, then wiped his face and walked to the backyard.
The Shen family's old house has two entrances, and the layout of the backyard is similar to that of the front yard except that there is no wing room.
However, most of the rooms in the backyard are covered with spider webs, the walls are peeling off, and they are in dilapidated condition.
Shen Yu was not in the mood to clean up. He could live in the house in the front yard by himself, and there was no need for the back.
As for renting, Shen Yu doesn't like the rent.
Maybe when the business gets bigger, this place can be used as an antique warehouse.
The backyard yard is smaller than the front yard, but it is still more than 150 square meters, and it is all paved with bluestone slabs.
In the center of the yard, there are horizontal bars, sandbags, dumbbells, bench presses and other fitness equipment.
The most eye-catching thing is the dozen or so wooden dummies near the east wall. Different from ordinary wooden dummies, these are real wooden dummies.
The wooden figure has hands and feet, clear facial features, and the body proportions are completely based on real people. If someone looks at it in the dark, they will probably be startled and think that there are more than a dozen living people standing there.
The heights of these wooden figures vary, with the tallest being over two meters tall and the shortest being only 1.56 meters tall.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Yu walked up to a wooden figure and started his daily morning class.
Piling!
The wooden figure in front of Shen Yu is about 1.8 meters tall, about the same height as Shen Yu. The whole body is shiny and shiny, and the face is also very delicately carved. Not to mention his regular facial features, he even has a bit of a heroic spirit.
"Cang!"
Shen Yu swung out a punch and hit the wooden man's left shoulder hard. The wooden man turned around and swung his right arm towards Shen Yu's head.
Without any dodge, Shen Yu raised his arm to block and at the same time punched out quickly with his right fist.
This punch hit the wooden figure right in the face, and the wooden figure fell on its back.
Shen Yujing watched the wooden man fall, but his face was full of caution.
Sure enough, the wooden man had just fallen by a third, but it quickly bounced back toward Shen Yu like a spring.
In the middle of the bounce, the wooden man's right foot was raised sharply and kicked hard towards Shen Yu's abdomen.
Shen Yu did not retreat. He opened his right arm and grabbed the back of the small wooden figure next to him, blocking it in front of him like a sandbag.
The big wooden man's foot kicked the small wooden man and bounced back again.
This time, Shen Yu no longer gave it a chance to strike. Countless fast punches hit the wooden man quickly. Shen Yu struck faster and faster, and the wooden man also spun rapidly.
"Shua!"
Shen Yu abandoned the wooden man in front of him and dived into the crowd of wooden men like a cheetah.
Dang, Dang, Dang...
With a series of crisp sounds, it turns out that the orientation of these wooden dummies is different.
But now they all face north and south, and they seem to be in awe of Shen Yu.
With the sun shining down, it feels like watching a martial arts movie.
The phone rang.
Shen Yu wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulder, picked it up and saw that it was Lao Liu's phone number.
Only then did Shen Yu remember that he had not yet given the money for the Duan Inkstone.
"Hey, Brother Liu, why are you calling me so early? Are you worried that I won't give you the money for the inkstone!"
"It's not that, Xiao Shen, brother, I'm in trouble." Lao Liu's somewhat panicked and anxious voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone.
"What's the matter? Brother Liu, don't worry and tell me slowly." After hearing what Lao Liu said, Shen Yu walked quickly to the front yard.
"Don't mention it. I failed today in appraising calligraphy and paintings. Now I'm calling you from Lao Xu's "Old Porcelain Pavilion" with urine escape. Can you come over and help me take a look?" Lao Liu's voice was obviously laced with emotion. There is a hint of pleading.
"Okay, you walk slowly to the stall in five minutes. I'll take a taxi there right now. It will take about twenty minutes. We can arrive at about the same time."
Shen Yu hung up the phone and had already made a decision in his heart.
Although Lao Liu tried to trick him last time, without him, Shen Yu felt that he would not have the special ability to identify antiques.
Besides, after he saved someone from coma, Lao Liu was the first one to come to save him, which is a favor he deserves.
Besides, many friends lead to many paths, and there is no need to completely cut them off just because of one thing.
After all, the antique business is a personal business, and no matter who you are, you will need your friends.
If a person has a reputation of not helping others even if they are facing death, it will not be a good thing for him.
Young and without the right to speak.
A quarter of an hour later.
Shen Yu got out of the taxi.
Different from before, there is a solid wooden square table next to Laoliu stall, with a scroll painting placed on it.
There is also a chair in front. The person who came to appraise calligraphy and paintings did not sit on it, but stood.
This man is of medium build and about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. He wears a dark silk shirt that does not suit his age, which makes him look even more aged.
She is a bit ordinary in appearance, with residual eyebrows, narrow eyes, a broad nose, and several long scars on her cheeks. At first glance, she is not easy to get along with.
What surprised Shen Yu the most was that the other party had a middle-parted hairstyle even though he had some hair loss.
No one else has this taste.
Seeing Shen Yu looking at him, the man in the silk shirt flicked away the folding fan in his hand, and then pretended to fan himself coolly.
At this time, Lao Liu came over quickly, with a very impatient expression on his face: "Xiao Shen, you are here. You must help Brother Liu no matter what this time."
"Brother Liu, why are you still accepting the appraisal job?" Shen Yu didn't say it directly, but the meaning was very clear. Brother, with your appraisal level, you shouldn't earn the appraisal fee.
Lao Liu's face turned red, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and whispered to Shen Yu: "Brother, I don't know which muscle is wrong today. This guy praised me for a while and I identified it for him. Qian He It was thrown directly onto my stall. After seeing the painting, I couldn’t even push it back.
"I feel that his painting is fake, but I can't tell exactly where it is fake.
"To be honest, I just feel something is wrong.
"Before I called you, I got a call from home saying that my old man had a heart attack and was dying in the hospital.
"I left on the spot, which completely became the laughing stock of the flea market. Even if I said that I left because the old man was ill, others would only treat me as an excuse.
"If you don't leave, I'm confused now. The more I look at it, the less I can see it. That's why I called you here.
"As long as you help Brother Liu this time, I won't charge you a cent if you choose any object in my box afterwards.
"I also learned a lesson this time. Even if you give me 10,000 yuan for calligraphy and painting, I won't help others read it."
Shen Yu waved his hand: "Brother Liu, what are you talking about? Anyone can encounter emergency rescue in Jianghu. You should go to the hospital now and leave it to me. By the way, what will happen to the stall next?"
Lao Liu said nonchalantly: "My treasure box is at home, and the items on the stall now are all worth three cents but not two cents.
"You can sort it out as you like when you're done. I'll ask Lao Xu from "Old Porcelain Xuan" to move it to his place later."
After Lao Liu finished speaking, he turned around and explained a few words to the man in the silk shirt. It probably meant that something happened at home, so he found a more powerful palm eye master for him, and then hurried away.
"Haha, are your flea market dealers so useless?
"You can't tell whether a painting is genuine or not, so you dare to charge an appraisal fee? One of them ran away, and another one came with a hairless mouth. Is it because the stall is no longer going to be set up?" The man in the silk shirt did not hide the disdain on his face.
Shen Yu frowned and said coldly: "Keep your mouth clean, who says you can't identify it?"
"Hey, you're so young, don't talk big. The guy just collected the money very quickly, but he couldn't explain it for an hour. This can't be justified, right?
"The appraisal fee is one thousand yuan, what should I buy?"
Shen Yu's face was calm, "What do you mean by big words? You want people to authenticate calligraphy and paintings, just to date them and know who the author is, whether they are authentic, and what the current market price is.
"I will tell you these things clearly after seeing the painting.
"If you think it's okay, we'll all be happy.
"If you feel something is wrong, you can ask a master palm eye master to continue the appraisal.
"The rule of the antique shop is to pay 100 yuan if the appraisal is wrong. When the time comes, the appraisal fee of 100,000 yuan will be paid to you on the spot."
"You? Who are you? You are so loud, one hundred thousand yuan is almost ten yuan to you?" The man in the silk shirt looked Shen Yu up and down and asked the doubts in his heart.
"If you're working, you won't change your name, and if you're sitting, you won't change your surname. Shen Yu, Shen Qinan, just ask."
The man in the silk shirt thought for a long time, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "The name Shen Yu sounds familiar. Your grandfather was a heavy man who sank half a building?"
Shen Yu nodded: "That's right."
"Oh..." Hearing Shen Yu's affirmative reply, the man in the silk shirt elongated his tone and immediately softened his tone, "Oh, I am blind to gold and jade. Let's get to know each other again. My surname is Fan. , double-character Shigui, Fan Shigui."
Shen Yu shook hands with him, and then ignored him. Instead, he turned around and went to Laoliu's stall to pick up a pair of white gloves and read the paintings.
The rule in the antique shop is that you don’t need to wear gloves when handling porcelain, because it is easy to drop the porcelain by mistake.
But ancient paintings must be worn.
The reason is very simple. Palms will sweat, and no one can guarantee that they will go to the painting after washing their hands, and there is no guarantee that they will be completely dry after washing hands.
Suppose a person has just finished eating mutton and has some sesame paste on his hands. When looking at the painting, it is easy to leave fingerprints and stains on the painting paper.
Porcelain can be wiped when it is dirty, but ancient paintings cannot. From the perspective of protecting ancient paintings, gloves must be worn.
The painting is a vertical scroll, ink and color on paper, of medium size, about four feet long and two feet long, and about one and a half feet wide.
The paper is yellowed, simple and old, with a full sense of age.
It is also well preserved, with no damage caused by insect or rat bites.
There is a poem in the poem hall of the painting: "Traveling in the deep mountains, drizzle and long grass; visiting ancient temples in early summer, I have hidden articles in my heart."
At the end of the poem, there is also the author's own inscription in regular script: "In the early summer, I made "Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains" with ink. It was the second year of Tang Yin and Hongzhi."
There are two seals three inches below, the upper one is Jinling Jieyuan (zhu) and the lower one is Tang Yin private seal (white).
The content of the painting is similar to the title of the painting, which is an ancient temple in the mountains, with tourists viewing the scenery.
The overall painting style is elegant and can be roughly divided into four parts.
There are several palaces and pavilions at the top of the painting. Under the cover of clouds and mist, only a corner of the cornice is faintly exposed. There is a sense of mystery in the silence.
Further down is the path up the mountain. The path is winding and green with green plants on both sides. There are several pilgrims walking slowly along the path towards the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.
Not far away is the road down the mountain, which is obviously much wider, and the scenery is also described with heavy brushstrokes.
In early summer, there is a gurgling stream. There is a pavilion where the stream twists and turns. In the pavilion, there are several scholars, some sitting and lying, resting, leaning on the railing to watch the water, or thinking deeply about the scenery.
At the foot of the mountain, there was a group of travelers walking in scattered directions. Unlike the relaxed and relaxed atmosphere of the scholars and pilgrims, this group of business travelers was working extremely hard with their hunched backs.
Except for the Confucian scholar who rode in the lead and walked at the front of the caravan, like the leader of the caravan, even the horses were tired and listless.
The drizzle blew by, and a few wisps of smoke rose from several thatched houses in the distant village. The whole painting was filled with the smoke of human beings for an instant.
This brush is fresh and vigorous, with clear layers.
The characterization is even more wonderful, it is simply a magic touch.
There are many seals on the painting, dozens of them.
Among them, the more famous ones include Shen Zhou's "White Stone Weng" seal, Qiu Ying's "Shizhou" Zhu Wenfang seal, and the great Ming Dynasty collector Xiang Yuanbian's "Xiang Zijing Family Collection" and "Zijing" gourd seals.
There are also many seals from the Qing Palace such as "Treasure of Emperor Qianlong's Royal View", "Yi Zisun", "Shiqu Baoji", "Sanxitang Jingjian Seal" and so on.
Shen Yu pondered for a moment and said secretly: "The "Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains" has been painted by many famous artists in the past dynasties, but not many of it have survived.
"One of the four masters of the Yuan Dynasty, Wu Zhen, a plum blossom Taoist, has a work handed down from generation to generation, and Suiyang Shanren, who is also a great painter of the Yuan Dynasty, also has such works.
"Wen Boren of the Ming Dynasty, Gong Xian, one of the Eight Great Masters of Jinling in the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, and Gao Fenghan, one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty, also heard that such paintings have been handed down.
"In Baoyuxuan there is also a copy of an ancient temple painting by Xia Gui, one of the four masters of the Southern Song Dynasty.
"It's just that I have never heard of pictures of ancient temples in deep mountains among Tang Yin's works."
After silently reciting a treasure appraisal, a rather strange scene appeared.
There are actually three groups of precious light on this painting, one is dark cyan, one is dark blue, and the other is light blue.
