Baojian

Chapter 757
Because the air in this space is warm and dry, even if it lasts for a long time, the damage to the calligraphy and painting will not be great. Therefore, compared with the outside world, there is still a big gap in the restoration technology of calligraphy and painting.

Qin Bing has a high level of appreciating calligraphy and painting, but if he is asked to decompose this authentic painting of Zhao Mengfu, unless it destroys the painting, Qin Bing is helpless.

"Third brother, help me find a brush." ​​Qin Feng said to Qin Shan after the rice soup was cooked and left to cool in the yard.

"Qin Feng, what do you need a brush for?" Qin Jun asked in confusion, wondering how Qin Feng, who had lived in the mountains since he was a child, understood these things.

"You will know later." Qin Feng smiled and waved his hands, but when he saw the brush Qin Shan brought, his face suddenly showed a look of dumbfounding.

"My third brother, you can use a brush made of pig bristles, can this work?" Looking at the bristles on the brush, Qin Feng said: "A brush with soft bristles, the softer the better."

"Oh? I'll go find it right away..." Qin Shan agreed, then turned his head and walked out again.

"Brother Qin Bing, do you have glue here?" Qin Feng turned to Qin Bing and asked.

"Glue? Something that can glue things together?" Qin Bing thought for a while and said, "There is glue for carpenters. I wonder if it is suitable for you?"

"Yes, bring it too!" Qin Feng nodded. Although the rice soup is sticky enough, glue still needs to be applied on the back, otherwise it will not be so easy to peel off.

"Okay, second brother, help me spread out the painting..."

After everything was ready, Qin Feng asked people to move two long tables and put them together. The length of this painting is more than three meters, and the two tables can be spread out when put together.

With the help of Qin Jun, this splashed-ink landscape was spread on the table with the front facing the table and the back facing upwards.

"Qin Feng, can this work?" Qin Bing looked suspiciously at Qin Bing who was holding a bowl of rice soup in his left hand and a brush in his right.

"Even if there is no painting inside, the damage to the painting will not be great."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Even if you, Brother Qin Bing, identify this painting as Zhao Mengfu's authentic work, no one will believe it if you tell it. That is to say, this painting is worthless, so it's okay to use it for experiments. of."

Qin Feng firmly believed that the painting that allowed Zhao Mengfu to spend so much effort to conceal it was definitely not a simple work, and its value was definitely far beyond this painting.

"All right!"

Qin Bing nodded, Zhao Mengfu's paintings are not top-notch here, but if Qin Feng wants to do this with Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface", Qin Bing will definitely not agree.

"First, apply a layer of rice soup..."

Qin Feng dipped some rice soup in the bowl with a brush, and evenly brushed it on the back of the painting. After waiting for about half an hour, he brushed a layer of glue on the top of the rice soup.

After waiting for another half an hour, Qin Feng tried the glue with his hands, and then carefully opened a thin slit from the top of the scroll.

Rolling the uncovered glue rice soup and a layer of Yuanshu paper into a tube shape, Qin Feng gently peeled it off. It took Qin Feng an hour to peel off the three-meter-long scroll.

"Is that all right? There's nothing..." Seeing Qin Feng's actions, Qin Jun asked in surprise.

"It's still early, Yuanshu paper is thicker than ordinary paper, I'm afraid it will take more than ten times to peel it off..."

Some highly skilled craftsmen can even peel off four or five layers on rice paper, let alone Yuanshu paper. According to Qin Feng's method, it may take more than ten times to give a piece of Yuanshu paper to Completely disassembled.

Qin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. This job seemed simple, but it took a lot of effort, because a slight movement might damage the paintings in the interlayer.

"Qin Feng, why don't I come next!" With Qin Bing's comprehension in calligraphy and painting, seeing Qin Feng do this once, he will naturally understand.

"I'll do it myself!" Qin Feng shook his head and said, "This stuff is not very professional, it requires a lot of strength, and I'm afraid of hurting the stuff inside."

"Is there really something inside?" Qin Bing said in doubt.

"There is a painting on rice paper, but what, I don't know yet..."

Qin Feng nodded. After uncovering the first layer of Yuanshu paper, he could vaguely see that the painting was pasted together by two Yuanshu papers, and a corner different from Yuanshu paper was exposed in the middle.

"The paintings that can be faked by Zhao Mengfu must be incredible!"

When Qin Feng pointed out that it was different from the Yuanshu paper, Qin Bing's face suddenly showed excitement, and he kept rubbing his hands, wishing to uncover the painting at once.

As the saying goes, slow work leads to meticulous work, which corresponds to the scene at this time. Qin Feng unhurriedly removed layers of Yuanshu paper, and when he reached the No. 11 floor, the wing room was already lit with lights.

"How is it? Is the painting coming out?"

After peeling off eleven layers, the Yuanshu paper is already as thin as a cicada's wing. Under the illumination of the light, through the last layer of Yuanshu paper, you can already clearly see the outline of a painting inside.

"It's white hemp paper, this... this is a painting from the Tang Dynasty!"

When we reached the No.11 floor, the paper used for the painting inside was already clearly visible, and Qin Bing recognized it at a glance. It was on the white linen paper of the painting.

Xuan paper was only produced in the Song Dynasty, but in the Tang Dynasty, most of the paintings were made of white hemp paper made of Abutilon.

In the Tang Dynasty, all the imperial edicts drafted by Hanlin scholars, such as the pardon, the deyin, the empress, the establishment of the reserve, the great punishment, and the exemption, all used white hemp paper, so the white hemp paper also represented the edict in the Tang Dynasty. mean.

"There is the last layer." Qin Feng drank a few sips of water this afternoon, his face was full of exhaustion, but his eyes shone brightly, but he was a little excited.

Qin Feng had only heard about the technique of hiding paintings in ancient paintings from his master in the past. Now that a picture-in-picture is about to appear in front of him, he is naturally somewhat excited.

"Huh? It seems to be a figure painting?" When Qin Feng took off the last layer of Yuanshu paper, Qin Bing quickly palmed the lamp over and carefully checked it on the table.

"I can't see clearly." After a while, Qin Bing shook his head, because there was a layer of Yuanshu paper on the back of the painting, and the light transmission of white linen paper was not very good, so it was not very easy to see. clear.

"Qin Feng, how did you separate the paintings in the end?"

Qin Jun was also anxiously scratching his head beside him. Both his brothers were lovers of calligraphy and painting. As early as when Qin Feng was busy with work, he was guessing whose handwriting this painting came from.

"This is easy." Qin Feng laughed when he heard the words, and said: "The paintings in the cracks generally don't use glue, just open the paintings."

Qin Feng asked Zhang Hu to find the iron and wooden stick he usually used, gently uncovered the top of the painting and stuck it on the stick, and then rolled it forward, and the white hemp paper painting suddenly fell off the scroll.

"Easy, slow down..." The brothers Qin Bing next to him were even more nervous than Qin Feng. They didn't let go until Qin Feng rolled all the three-meter-long scrolls on the stick. tone.

"Qin Feng, I have a good shaft here, let's put it on it!" Qin Bing ran to his study, took three or four calligraphy and painting shafts, and placed them on the table.

"Brother Qin Bing, do you want to see what kind of painting this is?"

When I took the painting just now, I was too focused. The few people around only found out that it was a figure painting. There were Buddhist figures and generals and ladies in it, but they still couldn't tell what kind of painting it was.

"Qin Feng, don't tease us!"

Qin Bing spread a snow-white blanket on the long table, and said, "Quickly spread it out, let us have a good look, who owns the painting hidden by Zhao Mengfu?"

"Okay, the two big brothers are well-informed, and I need you to appreciate it."

Qin Feng didn't talk nonsense, after letting Zhang Hu wash his hands, he gently pinched the two ends of the painting, and Qin Feng rolled the wooden stick, and slowly spread the painting on the long table blanket .

"This...is this a character picture?"

"What a beautiful image!"

When the painting revealed the tip of the iceberg, the two Qin Bing brothers exclaimed at the same time. Ancient figure paintings paid attention to meaning rather than form, but the figures revealed just now were painted in blue and white. The painting is lifelike.

"This...this is..."

"Big... big brother..."

When the painting appeared to a third of the time, several red bell marks appeared on the corners. After seeing the seals clearly, Qin Bing and Qin Jun's throats clucked at the same time, but they couldn't tell. Come in a complete sentence.

"It's... Wu Daozi's painting?!" Finally, Qin Bing shouted out.

"What? Wu...Wu Daozi's painting?"

Qin Feng, who was unfolding the painting, was stunned when he heard the words, and the hand that was slowly rolling the wooden stick also stopped. The reason why he stopped was that Qin Feng was afraid that he would damage the painting scroll due to his excitement.

"That's right, this is Wu Daozi's "Song Zi Tian Wang Tu"!!" Qin Bing nodded vigorously, his eyes almost stuck to the painting.

"Damn, Wu Daozi's painting!" Qin Feng took several deep breaths before calming down, but the movement of spreading the painting became more and more gentle, for fear of hurting the painting !
At this time, Qin Bing and his brothers didn't care about Qin Feng at all, and each of them was holding a lamp, guarding the one-meter-square tabletop, and observing the painting fascinatedly.

"Hasn't the "Picture of Sending the Son of the Heavenly King" already appeared? This...why is there another picture here?"

While spreading out the painting, Qin Feng was in a state of disarray for a moment, wishing he could spread out the painting immediately and take a good look at it.

"That's right, it's undoubtedly the "Picture of Sending the Son of the Heavenly King"..."

When Qin Feng spread out the whole painting, Qin Bing's half-crying and half-laughing voice came from his ears, and he also completed the appraisal of the painting at this time.

"Brother, you are right. The line drawing method is used, and it is indeed "The Picture of Sending the Son of the Heavenly King"..." It can be heard that Qin Jun's voice is also extremely excited, and his words are trembling.
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