Chapter 903
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Zhang Feng saw that he Xuan had not moved. He thought he had forgotten the matter and was preparing to remind him. At this time, uncle he asked he Xuan, "Xiao Xuan, I heard you also received a painting for grandpa as a birthday gift. I don't know if you brought it today to open your eyes."
He Xuan is trying to make Zhang Feng appear in the limelight so that he can avoid this disaster. Who knows which pot the third uncle doesn't open and which pot he doesn't lift, he has to force himself onto the table. He has already said it. There's no way. If he loses face, he Xuan will lose his face. However, with Zhang Feng helping him, he doesn't have the trouble of scratching his heart and liver as before.
He Xuan moved slowly: "I've shown you such a beautiful Huang Tianyu. How can I still want to see my painting." he Xuan seemed a little reluctant.
Father he snapped, "don't linger, go and show it to everyone." why did the child fall off the chain at the critical moment and take so much effort to invite Zhang Feng over, just to let him say that the painting is authentic.
He Fu absolutely didn't protect the calf at the critical moment. When he Xuan saw that his father urged him, he hurried to the room and took the painting barrel. Zhang Feng saw that he Xuan took the painting and said, "it's inconvenient to start here. Let's move to the side hall and enjoy it."
Then he stood up and walked to the big desk in the side hall. He Xuan seemed to be desperate. He took the picture out of the tube and carefully unfolded it on the desk. Zhang Feng couldn't help feeling funny when he saw the way his clothes looked like death at home. He knew he Xuan's worry.
At this time, everyone gathered around. Before that, no one had seen the painting except his father and third uncle. Even father he had only heard of it and had not seen it.
Several of Mr. He's friends gathered up and looked carefully. An old scholar even took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked carefully. It seems that these people are prepared.
Everyone nodded in admiration. I didn't expect to see two babies at today's meal. It's really a waste of time. From the perspective of structure and layout, the painting really looks like the authentic work of Tang Bohu. At this time, someone said, "the painting really looks like an authentic work. Unfortunately, there is no inscription, which is almost meaningless."
His expression is very tactful, and he doesn't directly say it's false, but people in the industry know that famous painters have inscriptions, especially Tang Bohu's paintings. They will write appropriate poems in the blank space, including running script, cursive script, regular script, official script and so on, so as to increase the rhythm of the picture.
Tang Bohu's paintings pay more attention to the harmony and artistic conception of painting and poetry. Tang Bohu's poems are linked with the theme of the painting, and set off the emotion and artistic conception to the peak, which is also one of the reasons why Tang Bohu's paintings are so famous and valuable in future generations.
He Xuan knew that this problem would be taken out to make an article. He didn't speak up and waited for Zhang Feng to save him. Considering Zhang Feng's position in the antique industry, no one dared to question as long as he said that the painting was authentic today.
At this time, he Xuan looked at Zhang Feng as if asking for help. Zhang Feng looked confident, which made he Xuan feel at ease. Zhang Feng asked him Xuan to go out and get two clean wet towels.
Everyone didn't know what medicine was sold in Zhang Feng's gourd. Everyone stopped studying the painting to see what Zhang Feng said or whether everyone looked wrong. There was really something mysterious in it, or what else was said about the painting in the blank.
He Xuan came over with a tray in his hand. There were two wet towels in it, which were gently placed on the side of the table.
Zhang Feng went to the bookshelf, took some rice paper and some hard shell books. Everyone looked at Zhang Feng strangely. They didn't know what he was going to do. He Xuan was even more nervous. What was the big brother going to do? It was agreed that he just needed to say a few words in his professional words, and then decided that the painting was authentic. Isn't it over.
Now it's not the whole thing. It's so complicated. It's like a trick. Don't make a fool of yourself later. They will both be laughed to death at that time. He'll forget it. Anyway, he has a thick skin. Zhang Feng will lose his reputation at that time. Isn't he Xuan guilty.
I was worried. Zhang Feng took out a very fine and small folding knife from his trouser pocket. As soon as he opened it, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing. Zhang Feng picked up the painting and looked at it carefully at the light. In fact, he had seen it with his right eye that day. He was completely sure today, but he had to do enough.
Zhang Feng looked at it for a while, and took the knife along the painting scroll to find a very small mouth, which was slowly opened. He Xuan saw that it was not going to destroy his painting. He was about to come forward to block it and was secretly pulled by he Fu. He Fu thought that since he did so, he must have his own reason.
Moreover, his son had asked him to come and play, so he asked him to do the whole set. He believed that Zhang Feng would not destroy the painting for no reason, otherwise he would smash Zhang Feng's own signboard and reputation.
Zhang Feng soon removed the scroll above the painting, but it didn't damage the painting at all. "Good technique." he Fu clapped his hands, and everyone followed suit.
Zhang Feng continued his action without any distractions. He took out a very small bottle from his pocket and held a wet towel. Then he poured the in the bottle directly into a palm sized corner of the towel. Then he grasped the towel and pasted it directly on the picture with a book.
Zhang Feng quickly pasted the towel in one place for about three or four seconds, and immediately changed to another place to ensure that every place was evenly dizzy and stained by the towel. Then he put it aside. Zhang Feng didn't speak, and everyone didn't speak. The whole room was quiet, and even a needle fell to the ground.
Zhang Feng picked up he Shao. Sometimes he Shao's character was really like a child. At this time, he Lao shouted next door, "Xiaoxuan, why haven't you come yet." he Shaoyi listened to his grandfather calling him and hurried Zhang Feng over.
They went to the table and sat down. He Lao and Zhang Feng said, "my Xiaoxuan is young and energetic. It is inevitable that there will be some thoughtless places outside. You have to bear a lot."
Zhang Feng hurriedly replied, "he Laoyan is more important. He Shao is much better than me in dealing with the world. I still need to learn from him." Zhang Feng's modesty is the favorite place of the elders.
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Zhang Feng saw that he Xuan had not moved. He thought he had forgotten the matter and was preparing to remind him. At this time, uncle he asked he Xuan, "Xiao Xuan, I heard you also received a painting for grandpa as a birthday gift. I don't know if you brought it today to open your eyes."
He Xuan is trying to make Zhang Feng appear in the limelight so that he can avoid this disaster. Who knows which pot the third uncle doesn't open and which pot he doesn't lift, he has to force himself onto the table. He has already said it. There's no way. If he loses face, he Xuan will lose his face. However, with Zhang Feng helping him, he doesn't have the trouble of scratching his heart and liver as before.
He Xuan moved slowly: "I've shown you such a beautiful Huang Tianyu. How can I still want to see my painting." he Xuan seemed a little reluctant.
Father he snapped, "don't linger, go and show it to everyone." why did the child fall off the chain at the critical moment and take so much effort to invite Zhang Feng over, just to let him say that the painting is authentic.
He Fu absolutely didn't protect the calf at the critical moment. When he Xuan saw that his father urged him, he hurried to the room and took the painting barrel. Zhang Feng saw that he Xuan took the painting and said, "it's inconvenient to start here. Let's move to the side hall and enjoy it."
Then he stood up and walked to the big desk in the side hall. He Xuan seemed to be desperate. He took the picture out of the tube and carefully unfolded it on the desk. Zhang Feng couldn't help feeling funny when he saw the way his clothes looked like death at home. He knew he Xuan's worry.
At this time, everyone gathered around. Before that, no one had seen the painting except his father and third uncle. Even father he had only heard of it and had not seen it.
Several of Mr. He's friends gathered up and looked carefully. An old scholar even took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked carefully. It seems that these people are prepared.
Everyone nodded in admiration. I didn't expect to see two babies at today's meal. It's really a waste of time. From the perspective of structure and layout, the painting really looks like the authentic work of Tang Bohu. At this time, someone said, "the painting really looks like an authentic work. Unfortunately, there is no inscription, which is almost meaningless."
His expression is very tactful, and he doesn't directly say it's false, but people in the industry know that famous painters have inscriptions, especially Tang Bohu's paintings. They will write appropriate poems in the blank space, including running script, cursive script, regular script, official script and so on, so as to increase the rhythm of the picture.
Tang Bohu's paintings pay more attention to the harmony and artistic conception of painting and poetry. Tang Bohu's poems are linked with the theme of the painting, and set off the emotion and artistic conception to the peak, which is also one of the reasons why Tang Bohu's paintings are so famous and valuable in future generations.
He Xuan knew that this problem would be taken out to make an article. He didn't speak up and waited for Zhang Feng to save him. Considering Zhang Feng's position in the antique industry, no one dared to question as long as he said that the painting was authentic today.
At this time, he Xuan looked at Zhang Feng as if asking for help. Zhang Feng looked confident, which made he Xuan feel at ease. Zhang Feng asked him Xuan to go out and get two clean wet towels.
Everyone didn't know what medicine was sold in Zhang Feng's gourd. Everyone stopped studying the painting to see what Zhang Feng said or whether everyone looked wrong. There was really something mysterious in it, or what else was said about the painting in the blank.
He Xuan came over with a tray in his hand. There were two wet towels in it, which were gently placed on the side of the table.
Zhang Feng went to the bookshelf, took some rice paper and some hard shell books. Everyone looked at Zhang Feng strangely. They didn't know what he was going to do. He Xuan was even more nervous. What was the big brother going to do? It was agreed that he just needed to say a few words in his professional words, and then decided that the painting was authentic. Isn't it over.
Now it's not the whole thing. It's so complicated. It's like a trick. Don't make a fool of yourself later. They will both be laughed to death at that time. He'll forget it. Anyway, he has a thick skin. Zhang Feng will lose his reputation at that time. Isn't he Xuan guilty.
I was worried. Zhang Feng took out a very fine and small folding knife from his trouser pocket. As soon as he opened it, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing. Zhang Feng picked up the painting and looked at it carefully at the light. In fact, he had seen it with his right eye that day. He was completely sure today, but he had to do enough.
Zhang Feng looked at it for a while, and took the knife along the painting scroll to find a very small mouth, which was slowly opened. He Xuan saw that it was not going to destroy his painting. He was about to come forward to block it and was secretly pulled by he Fu. He Fu thought that since he did so, he must have his own reason.
Moreover, his son had asked him to come and play, so he asked him to do the whole set. He believed that Zhang Feng would not destroy the painting for no reason, otherwise he would smash Zhang Feng's own signboard and reputation.
Zhang Feng soon removed the scroll above the painting, but it didn't damage the painting at all. "Good technique." he Fu clapped his hands, and everyone followed suit.
Zhang Feng continued his action without any distractions. He took out a very small bottle from his pocket and held a wet towel. Then he poured the in the bottle directly into a palm sized corner of the towel. Then he grasped the towel and pasted it directly on the picture with a book.
Zhang Feng quickly pasted the towel in one place for about three or four seconds, and immediately changed to another place to ensure that every place was evenly dizzy and stained by the towel. Then he put it aside. Zhang Feng didn't speak, and everyone didn't speak. The whole room was quiet, and even a needle fell to the ground.
Zhang Feng picked up he Shao. Sometimes he Shao's character was really like a child. At this time, he Lao shouted next door, "Xiaoxuan, why haven't you come yet." he Shaoyi listened to his grandfather calling him and hurried Zhang Feng over.
They went to the table and sat down. He Lao and Zhang Feng said, "my Xiaoxuan is young and energetic. It is inevitable that there will be some thoughtless places outside. You have to bear a lot."
Zhang Feng hurriedly replied, "he Laoyan is more important. He Shao is much better than me in dealing with the world. I still need to learn from him." Zhang Feng's modesty is the favorite place of the elders.
Zhang Feng saw that he Xuan had not moved. He thought he had forgotten the matter and was preparing to remind him. At this time, uncle he asked he Xuan, "Xiao Xuan, I heard you also received a painting for grandpa as a birthday gift. I don't know if you brought it today to open your eyes."He Xuan is trying to make Zhang Feng appear in the limelight so that he can avoid this disaster. Who knows which pot the third uncle doesn't open and which pot he doesn't lift, he has to force himself onto the table. He has already said it. There's no way. If he loses face, he Xuan will lose his face. However, with Zhang Feng helping him, he doesn't have the trouble of scratching his heart and liver as before.He Xuan moved slowly: "I've shown you such a beautiful Huang Tianyu. How can I still want to see my painting." he Xuan seemed a little reluctant.Father he snapped, "don't linger, go and show it to everyone." why did the child fall off the chain at the critical moment and take so much effort to invite Zhang Feng over, just to let him say that the painting is authentic.He Fu absolutely didn't protect the calf at the critical moment. When he Xuan saw that his father urged him, he hurried to the room and took the painting barrel. Zhang Feng saw that he Xuan took the painting and said, "it's inconvenient to start here. Let's move to the side hall and enjoy it."Then he stood up and walked to the big desk in the side hall. He Xuan seemed to be desperate. He took the picture out of the tube and carefully unfolded it on the desk. Zhang Feng couldn't help feeling funny when he saw the way his clothes looked like death at home. He knew he Xuan's worry.At this time, everyone gathered around. Before that, no one had seen the painting except his father and third uncle. Even father he had only heard of it and had not seen it.Several of Mr. He's friends gathered up and looked carefully. An old scholar even took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked carefully. It seems that these people are prepared.Everyone nodded in admiration. I didn't expect to see two babies at today's meal. It's really a waste of time. From the perspective of structure and layout, the painting really looks like the authentic work of Tang Bohu. At this time, someone said, "the painting really looks like an authentic work. Unfortunately, there is no inscription, which is almost meaningless."His expression is very tactful, and he doesn't directly say it's false, but people in the industry know that famous painters have inscriptions, especially Tang Bohu's paintings. They will write appropriate poems in the blank space, including running script, cursive script, regular script, official script and so on, so as to increase the rhythm of the picture.Tang Bohu's paintings pay more attention to the harmony and artistic conception of painting and poetry. Tang Bohu's poems are linked with the theme of the painting, and set off the emotion and artistic conception to the peak, which is also one of the reasons why Tang Bohu's paintings are so famous and valuable in future generations.He Xuan knew that this problem would be taken out to make an article. He didn't speak up and waited for Zhang Feng to save him. Considering Zhang Feng's position in the antique industry, no one dared to question as long as he said that the painting was authentic today.At this time, he Xuan looked at Zhang Feng as if asking for help. Zhang Feng looked confident, which made he Xuan feel at ease. Zhang Feng asked him Xuan to go out and get two clean wet towels.Everyone didn't know what medicine was sold in Zhang Feng's gourd. Everyone stopped studying the painting to see what Zhang Feng said or whether everyone looked wrong. There was really something mysterious in it, or what else was said about the painting in the blank.He Xuan came over with a tray in his hand. There were two wet towels in it, which were gently placed on the side of the table.Zhang Feng went to the bookshelf, took some rice paper and some hard shell books. Everyone looked at Zhang Feng strangely. They didn't know what he was going to do. He Xuan was even more nervous. What was the big brother going to do? It was agreed that he just needed to say a few words in his professional words, and then decided that the painting was authentic. Isn't it over.Now it's not the whole thing. It's so complicated. It's like a trick. Don't make a fool of yourself later. They will both be laughed to death at that time. He'll forget it. Anyway, he has a thick skin. Zhang Feng will lose his reputation at that time. Isn't he Xuan guilty.I was worried. Zhang Feng took out a very fine and small folding knife from his trouser pocket. As soon as he opened it, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing. Zhang Feng picked up the painting and looked at it carefully at the light. In fact, he had seen it with his right eye that day. He was completely sure today, but he had to do enough.Zhang Feng looked at it for a while, and took the knife along the painting scroll to find a very small mouth, which was slowly opened. He Xuan saw that it was not going to destroy his painting. He was about to come forward to block it and was secretly pulled by he Fu. He Fu thought that since he did so, he must have his own reason.Moreover, his son had asked him to come and play, so he asked him to do the whole set. He believed that Zhang Feng would not destroy the painting for no reason, otherwise he would smash Zhang Feng's own signboard and reputation.Zhang Feng soon removed the scroll above the painting, but it didn't damage the painting at all. "Good technique." he Fu clapped his hands, and everyone followed suit.Zhang Feng continued his action without any distractions. He took out a very small bottle from his pocket and held a wet towel. Then he poured the in the bottle directly into a palm sized corner of the towel. Then he grasped the towel and pasted it directly on the picture with a book.Zhang Feng quickly pasted the towel in one place for about three or four seconds, and immediately changed to another place to ensure that every place was evenly dizzy and stained by the towel. Then he put it aside. Zhang Feng didn't speak, and everyone didn't speak. The whole room was quiet, and even a needle fell to the ground.Zhang Feng picked up he Shao. Sometimes he Shao's character was really like a child. At this time, he Lao shouted next door, "Xiaoxuan, why haven't you come yet." he Shaoyi listened to his grandfather calling him and hurried Zhang Feng over.They went to the table and sat down. He Lao and Zhang Feng said, "my Xiaoxuan is young and energetic. It is inevitable that there will be some thoughtless places outside. You have to bear a lot."Zhang Feng hurriedly replied, "he Laoyan is more important. He Shao is much better than me in dealing with the world. I still need to learn from him." Zhang Feng's modesty is the favorite place of the elders.
