1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 431 Little October is afraid of hearing ghost stories

In the main hall of the Zhai Palace, there are many scholars, and everyone is crowded and forming an arc.

Luo Tao and Jin Sheng sat in the center of the arc, both looking directly at each other. They didn't say a word, but others were looking at them with gunfire.

Following Dean Xu’s order.

"Please, Mr. Jin!" Luo Tao was not a little bit arrogant, and smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Jin Sheng.

He is not weak either, "Mr. Luo should invite me first!"

The two people, who had been on the same level just now, actually became polite.Neither of them is very willing to strike first, because there is nothing to be proud of if they win, and it would be a bit embarrassing to lose.

"You two, please stop being humble to each other. Just over a minute has passed since you said this."

After the leader said this, the two people no longer lied to each other.

Luo Tao relied on his youthful vigor and quick hands and feet to quickly untie the rope tied to the scroll.

Still unfolded half a foot before quickly folding it up and putting it aside.

While Luo Tao was appraising, he didn't forget to take a peek at Jin Sheng. The old man was not bad at all, and his speed was not as fast as that of the young man.

Jin Sheng was shocked and frightened when he saw Luo Tao's speed in appraising calligraphy and paintings. He was really afraid that he would win the competition.

But thinking that this might be Luo Tao's bluff, he became more confident.

After he thought about it in his mind, the identification work was carried out in an orderly manner.

Luo Tao opened the last painting and was very surprised. He whispered: "Oh, a work by Bada Shanren?"

He couldn't help admiring this Mohe painting carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more unusual it became.

He couldn't explain how this painting made him feel, but it always felt weird. The more he looked at it, the less it looked like Bada Shanren's work, and more like Zhang Daqian's imitation.

Seeing that the signature was the ancient "artistic signature" Bada Shanren, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Everyone also discovered Luo Tao's situation, and many people were worried about Luo Tao.

Jin Sheng also started to look at the last painting. He also secretly looked at his opponent Luo Tao from time to time. Seeing Luo Tao stop at the painting for a long time, he felt more and more that he was in sight of victory.

Just when he was about to call the end, he heard Luo Tao say, "It's done."

I don't want to provoke my opponent Jin Sheng.

In just these few seconds, Jin Sheng was at a disadvantage.

He ignored Luo Tao's proud look with dead eyes. He already knew in his heart that he was at a disadvantage in terms of time, so he was speechless.

In the final analysis, the appraisal of calligraphy and painting must rely on true ability as the criterion. If it is fast but without quality, it is useless.

"I'm fine too."

Seeing that both of them had finished, Dean Xu glanced at his watch and said majestically: "Both of them completed their tasks within the time... Everyone has also seen that Comrade Luo Tao is ahead of Comrade Jin Sheng in time..." "

"Then Mr. Xu and Mr. Qi will be the judges for this appraisal. I think you all have no objections!"

With these two taking charge, no one dares to have an opinion. In the eyes of the Forbidden City people, these two are not only the best in calligraphy and painting appraisal, but their character has also been unanimously recognized by everyone. There will be no unfairness in favor of anyone. Phenomenon.

The two elders had a tacit understanding and each approached Luo Tao and the other two.

"Hello Mr. Xu."

"Hello, this is a scary life!"

After the two chatted for a few words, he was busy leading the tasks assigned to him.

Everyone also gathered around Luo Tao. Among the ten paintings on Luo Tao's side, there were seven real ones and three fake ones. Of these three fake ones, there was also a high imitation.

Mr. Xu first took a look at the real thing. He was worthy of being called "Xu Banchi" by later generations. This time it was really an eye-opener.

"Seven genuine products, correct."

"Eight authentic copies, correct."

After hearing the appraisal results of the two old men, Luo Tao looked at each other in a tacit understanding, full of fighting spirit.

The next step is to identify fakes, which is the most important thing. For those who know, looking at the real thing at one glance and looking at the fake for ten years is the most important test of the expert's ability.

Mr. Xu was sure of the first two fakes at a glance. When he saw Bada Shanren's Mohe painting, he also took a closer look.

Slowly unfolding, the painting style is very consistent, that is to say, the ink is dripping, the brushwork is vigorous, and it has the charm of the Bada Shanren.

But after looking at it for a long time, I felt something was wrong.

Seeing that Mr. Xu cared so much about this painting, everyone rushed to take a look at it. With their eyes, they all thought it was a genuine painting, and Luo Tao squinted.

"Two fakes, correct."

The appraisal results from Jin Sheng's side have come out.

On Luo Tao's side, Mr. Xu was still looking at the ink painting of Bada Shanren seriously, and he hesitated to draw a conclusion.

"What's wrong?" Qi Lao walked over and said with a smile.

Seeing his smile, Mr. Xu always felt that he was declaring victory to himself. "Would you like to see it for yourself?"

Qi Lao didn't think much about anything else and moved his body to look at the painting.At first glance, isn’t this just a small painting by Bada Shanren?

Looking again, it’s not right. It’s hard to say what’s wrong, it’s just a feeling.

After a long time, he turned around and glanced at Mr. Xu, the two looked at each other, and said in unison: "Zhang Daqian imitated."

“Although this painting has the charm of Bada Shanren, it is too delicate and lacks the desolate and lonely atmosphere unique to Bada Shanren;

Although Zhang Daqian's brushwork is exquisite, it is not as powerful as the vajra of Bada Shanren, and has the aura of accumulation and aura.Looking at this painting, the difference between the two can be slightly understood. "

Mr. Xu agreed with Mr. Qi's point, "Qi Gong's words are reasonable."

The bet ended in a tie between the two. It was because Dean Xu and the two elders in the Forbidden City calligraphy and painting appraisal community did not want them to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to themselves.

They then deliberately negotiated the matter and turned the big thing into a small matter.

"Mr. Luo, today is Mr. Jin who has blind eyes and does not know real people face to face....Three days later, Mr. Jin hosted a banquet in Fengze Garden to apologize to you."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. There has never been so much hitting and killing in the way of life. Humanity and sophistication are the most important. Luo Tao, a reborn person, cannot escape this iron law.

"Mr. Jin, you're welcome. No one is right or wrong among us...I will definitely be there when the time comes."

The two just shook hands and made peace, not knowing whether it was true or false.

With the resolution of the conflict between the two, Luo Tao's reputation in the Forbidden City has risen, especially his status as an associate researcher has been recognized by his colleagues in the Palace Museum.

There was still the afterglow of dusk, and Luo Tao rode his bicycle home.

When he entered the hospital, he saw Zhu Lin busy collecting quilts. The weather in the capital was getting colder every day, so Zhu Lin took advantage of the nice weather to take out the quilts and dry them in the sun for sterilization.

She patted the quilt with her Teng Pai and was about to put it away and put it back into the house. When she saw Luo Tao's face glowing red, he patted the quilt and asked, "Why are you so happy today?"

"Ahem!..." Luo Tao told her everything that happened today.

"Hey, you are so awesome?... Then if you go to the Forbidden City, can you not buy a ticket?"

Listen to these words, he is a perfect image of a small citizen in the capital city.

In fact, Zhu Lin's words were mostly joking, while Luo Tao pretended to be angry and kept a straight face.

"What are you thinking about? I can tell you not to play tricks like this. Our family is not short of those three melons and two dates..."

Today I took the opportunity to severely criticize Comrade Zhu Lin.

He returned to the bedroom with great dignity and rested for a while.

Zhu Lin was furious when he saw what he had done before leaving.

"Oh! He has a bad temper again today."

Zhu Lin learned this easy-to-say saying from Su Guilan perfectly today.

Three days later, they had Jin Sheng's apology feast.

Luo Tao once again threw himself into the busy work of appraising calligraphy and paintings.

Although this job did not pose a big challenge to Luo Tao's ability, after a few days, Luo Tao's temperament was tempered, and he also gained a new understanding of collecting calligraphy and paintings.

Especially the group of cultural experts in the Forbidden City have gained a new understanding. Although they work here to support their families, deep down they really love these good things left by their ancestors.

They are very cute and love every antique like their own children.

Many people in later generations have many misunderstandings about this group of people. For example, the theft of the Forbidden City reminds people of theft, and the authentic items of the Forbidden City have been stolen by so-and-so people...

They sell sheep for dog meat, participate in treasure appraisal shows, and so on.The above situations may have really happened, but now Luo Tao only sees their enthusiasm and dedication to cultural relics.

At this time, Luo Tao would not criticize them, but only wanted to praise them.

Every day when he returns home, Luo Tao goes into his study and writes stories about himself and the people in the Forbidden City.

The night was dark and windy, the moonlight was bright, and silver light fell all over the place.

Unfortunately for Luo Tao this time, due to tight time and heavy tasks, Luo Tao will stay in a temporary lounge in the South Third Residence of the Palace tonight.

Coming to a strange place, not to mention that this was once a place where only the emperor and I lived. Luo Tao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He smelled the smell of men's feet and looked out the window.

A small breeze blows into the courtyard from time to time at night.

"Meow... woo..."

There was also the sound of things falling and colliding, which made Luo Tao even more unable to sleep.

Luo Tao was not the only one who couldn't sleep in this temporary lounge.

"Alas! I thought I would live in the emperor's territory and get some royal aura, but hey! I didn't expect to sleep in such a state of fear."

"Old Zhang, I think you're not sleepy now."

"You have the nerve to criticize me, aren't you the same?"

The two of them chatted with each other for as many as ten sentences.

Sun Zhongqi said maliciously: "If you two have leisure time, why not go to the Forbidden City together at night."

"Old Sun! Why do you have such an idea?"

Sun Zhongqi turned over, looked at him and said, "I don't have the courage. Remember the last time I lived in the palace..."

His story-telling ability is really better than his ability to appraise calligraphy and paintings. A short story he tells is full of ups and downs, shocking, and the audience is also enjoying it.

However, his story also woke up other colleagues who had fallen asleep. Originally, everyone was angry with him and wanted to punish him for disturbing people's dreams.

But after listening to his story, I felt that being angry was not as good as the story.

"Old Sun, is it true or false? You didn't say it to scare people, did you?"

"If you don't believe it, Lao Mo, you can go to the repair room and ask Lao Liu in the morning after work tomorrow... We have all seen it. It is true and not fake at all."

Luo Tao had also heard the story Sun Zhongqi told in his previous life, but in his previous life, as a child who grew up under the red flag, he admired science very much.

But this life is different from the previous life. He has the idea of ​​​​"the child has no words, strange power and chaos."

It is possible that the story of the Ghost in the Forbidden City was copied a long time ago.

The more everyone chatted, the more interesting they became. Luo Tao felt horrified. He really didn't know how they had the courage to talk about other people's affairs in front of their homes.

A night like this is destined to make it impossible to sleep.

Listening to the cat crying getting louder and louder, I guessed that the wind must be blowing with the direction, otherwise my ears would not hear it so clearly.

They told many stories about the Forbidden City. In these stories, Luo Tao still liked foxes worshiping the moon.

At least this is a story with a traditional fairy tale feel.

I don’t know how long it took, but the story was too good to hear, or Luo Tao was frightened in his heart by the story they told, and he fell asleep in this night full of ghosts.

At dawn, almost everyone had a pair of panda eyes.

Sun Zhongqi teased Luo Tao: "Well, Luo Tao, I'm sorry you didn't sleep last night... you overheard so many of our good stories, how can you repay us in return?"

I have never seen such shameless people in the world.

I didn't say that you told ghost stories and scared me so that I couldn't sleep. It would be nice to ask you to compensate me for the mental expenses. But you're so imitative of me, my second senior brother, that you beat me up in return.

Uncle can bear, aunt can't bear.

"It's easy to talk about. When we finish this matter, I will be the host of our Xichang Building."

Luo Tao would not say that he was frightened by their ghost story last night, that would be too embarrassing.

"Xichang Restaurant can't do it. Your own restaurant doesn't cost anything... It's not easy to eat at a big restaurant, but it has to be Donglaishun Shabu-boiled mutton."

Everyone applauded.

Luo Tao agreed with them that after the winter solstice, he would invite them to Donglaishun to cook mutton pot.

Go home again, (Leng_) finally can go home.

I stayed in the Forbidden City for three consecutive days. From being unfamiliar at first to becoming familiar now, it can also be said to be a journey from fear to awe.

On the last night, they were also brave, and five or six people went on a night tour of the Forbidden City with the night patrol.

Looking at the stern palace walls, Luo Tao was excited. Of course, excitement occupied the first place in his heart.

The family was having dinner, and Luo Tao told them about what he did in the Forbidden City.

Compared with the strange events in the Forbidden City, they are not much interested in identifying calligraphy and paintings.

Su Guilan took a mouthful of rice and asked in disbelief: "Really?"

"I saw with my own eyes a fox worshiping the moon..."

Luo Tao deliberately told this false story again. Little October was so frightened that he hurriedly ran to Zhu Lin with his job in his arms, not forgetting to look at Luo Tao with big eyes, looking forward to him.

"Stop talking, you're scaring the child... Don't be afraid, your dad is trying to scare you, don't listen to his nonsense."

Zhu Lin reprimanded Luo Tao for a few words, and then comforted the little devil king who was fearless at home.

Luo Shaoyi, who had been watching quietly, saw that his grandson was frightened by his father and his own son, and he also blamed it: "You have nothing to do every day, so you only know how to scare children... How many more days will it take to appraise calligraphy and paintings?"

Su Guilan also joined in, without the curiosity of hearing the ghost story before. She turned the fort and fired at her son, "That's it!"

The whole family was criticizing Luo Tao verbally and writtenly, but he did not dare to go against the public's anger, so he had to admit his mistake obediently, "My fault,...there are still two days, but if you want to clean up all the cultural relics in the Forbidden City, there is no way." It won’t work for a few years.”

Su Guilan didn't know why she was so excited when she heard this, "It will take a few more years to clean up, how many treasures will we get?

I used to think that our family had enough, but I didn't expect that there are really many treasures in this palace. "

Hearing what she said, Luo Tao really wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh. He forced himself to say: "You really know how to make comparisons... The cultural relics in the Forbidden City are collected by generations of people, and they are the collective strength of a country." All you can..."

"These treasures of ours cannot keep up with the Palace Museum, but among private collectors, besides Mr. Zhang, ours can almost rank second."

Luo Shaoyi glanced at Luo Tao lightly, "Okay, don't be so proud that you don't know your last name? We can talk about this at home, but we can't say it when we go out to cause trouble."

What Luo Shaoyi said is so reasonable. It is impossible for a person to collect so many good things without being jealous.

Luo Tao once again thought about the future of these treasures.

Little October is really a little coward, and the ghost stories at the dinner table left him deeply traumatized.

He no longer dared to sleep alone in the west wing, so he came to share the kang with Luo Tao, his wife and his sister.

"What's wrong, do you want to sleep with us tonight?"

He didn't say anything, he was already lying on the kang neatly, coaxing his sister.

Seeing him like this, Luo Tao wanted to tease him, "Don't you always say that you are a man? You are not afraid of ghost stories."

"Huh, it's all your fault. You scare me when nothing happens. You don't look like a father at all.

If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't want to talk to you. "

Hey!These words hurt my trachea.

"When did you learn to talk so skillfully? It doesn't matter whether you are old or young."

She reached out and wanted to slap his big butt, but she didn't know when Zhu Lin entered the room.

"Hit him and let me see. If nothing happens, you will bully my son and look like you."

Luo Tao quickly put his hand away and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't hit him. This scalp is itchy, so I'll scratch it."

She ignored Luo Tao and wore silk pajamas, swaying sexy.

Luo Tao only saw anger, without any sex or desire.

Think about yourself, a grown man, who was once a guest among flowers. How could he be controlled by a woman in this life?

Alas!Author's fault! ! !
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