The Book of Appreciation

The fans gradually stopped, and the nozzles installed on the three walls began to spray fine water filaments to the outside. After 2 minutes, the screen began to change accordingly, fine rain filaments floated in the sky, and the umbrellas in people's hands gradually opened, and the cold river began. There were bursts of mist.

Although the people outside the glass house were discussing a lot, their eyes never left the screen inside the glass house. When they saw that it was raining on the screen, the voices of discussions suddenly disappeared and were replaced by the sound of heavy breathing. , Suddenly, a few footsteps sounded. It turned out that those who reacted quickly had already run outside the front wall and lined up.

After 3 minutes passed, the picture stabilized. The master of Rongcheng, Qin Feng, stared obsessively at the distant mountains covered in smoke, and murmured absentmindedly:

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, I must be dazzled! By the way, where are my reading glasses..."

It was another half an hour. After everyone finished watching this time, no one commented, and they were all frightened.Dean Han and Chang Lao looked at each other and were frightened to such an extent?At that time, the two of them were considered strong!That being the case, let's just be scared to the end!

Old Han waved his hand vigorously, and shouted:

"The third change! Heavy rain!"

The amount of water sprayed from the nozzle suddenly increased, and in a short while, the sound of rushing water sounded in the glass house, and the picture changed again. The fine rain gradually turned into a torrential rain, and people's images changed in the rain. It was looming, the Hanjiang River seemed to let go of a beast from the bridle, and it was like boiling water in a pot, the rain and fog were transpiring, and it was hard to tell whether it was the river or the rain.

"Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, with a strong heart. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moons. Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head is white, empty and sad!"

In the silent square where only the sound of water was left, there was suddenly the sound of passionate poetry recitation.After the calligraphy and painting appraisal master He Liangdong recited these words, he turned his head to the sky and let the tears flow on his old face.Suddenly, he waved his skinny fist and shouted hoarsely:

"Tang Yin, you are truly a god!"

"Hahahaha, yes, this painting, this artistic conception, is invincible in all ages and in all over the world! Tang Yin is truly a god!"

Harmonies resounded in the square, startling the pigeons that landed on the beast ridge of the palace not far away!

Dean Han gave Chang Lao a worried look, Chang Lao smiled and shook his head,

"Anyway, it's already exciting, let's finish it in one go!"

When everyone saw Dean Han's right hand raised again, their hearts went up to their throats, and there was still one!I thought the artistic conception of this painting had reached its peak, but who knew there would be changes!

Dean Han looked at the pair of eyes looking at him, full of extreme expressions such as doubt, longing, surprise, etc., and his right hand seemed to cut the cold river in half, and shouted:

"The fourth change! The wind rises!"

On the screen, in the torrential rain, the hazy figures of people began to shake, and the small umbrellas could no longer cover the corners of their clothes blown up by the wind. trend!

"Look, it's the Hanjiang River! The Hanjiang River broke through the bank! It's roaring! It's going crazy!"

A loud shout woke everyone up, this is not an ink group, it is clearly the roaring waves of the cold river that occupy most of the screen!Once the answer to the mystery is revealed, the author's artistic conception can be seen at a glance. The indomitable momentum that sweeps everything is swept forward by the raging waves of the cold river, like a flood rushing forward for thousands of miles. This picture seems to be irresistible!

I don't know how long it has passed, someone gradually came back to his senses and looked into the glass house, only to find that the wind had stopped, the rain had stopped, and everything just now seemed like a dream, and it never happened at all!The "Picture of Sending Friends Off on the Cold River" was quietly hanging on the glass wall, and the reluctant farewell expressions on the faces of the characters on the screen seemed so clear at this moment!

"My God! Let me see such a magical painting, what other paintings will catch my eyes in the future!"

Mu Xiaoyang, who picked up a big cauldron, suddenly yelled, waking up the people who were still immersed in Tang Yin's unparalleled artistic conception. He Liangdong, who was in the crowd, suddenly tilted his body and walked towards the ground wearily.For a while, the square was in chaos, and the medical staff who had been prepared to be there were blocked outside, screaming incessantly.

After a while of chaos, a total of three old gentlemen were sent to the hospital. Dean Han quietly grinned at Chang Lao and announced loudly:

"The meeting is over! The meeting is over! That's all for today, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow. If you feel unwell, you'd better go to the hospital for a check-up. Everyone must pay attention to your health!"

In the evening, Wu Di never stopped calling. They were all asking about Shenhua. His mouth was dry when he explained. Finally, the phone was turned off and he didn't turn it on again, so he was completely clean.

The next morning, the competition project was antiques recovered from overseas. People arrived at the venue early and looked at the empty rostrum full of expectations.

At 08:30, the top ten judges appeared on the stage on time, and Dean Han was still the host. The old man gave a guilty laugh, and then asked:

"Are you all okay?"

"There's something wrong! If we don't take out the divine painting and appreciate it again, we'll all be hospitalized together!"

An answer from the corner represented the voice of most people.

Dean Han pressed his hands together and said with a smile:

"This kind of treasure that should only be in the sky is the best to keep the initial shocking feeling! Now, let's get down to business, I think, I don't need to talk about the results of yesterday's treasure fight, right? Then, let's move on to the third item. Please welcome these wanderers Ancient treasures from foreign lands return to the embrace of our motherland!"

There was warm applause from the audience, and everyone sincerely applauded yesterday's miracle!Also applaud those cultural relics who have returned with difficulty!Mesmerized!Amidst the applause, the curtain behind the rostrum was quietly opened, and some sharp-eyed people had already seen two vertical scroll paintings hanging in the middle of the stage.

"Please follow the table number and come forward to enjoy the giant tapestry "Picture of Plum Bamboo and Hanque"!"

Amidst the applause, Dean Han's vigorous voice sounded, and the crowd fell silent.The first batch of about twelve or three people came to the stage. Before reaching Kesi, some people found something wrong one after another. For a while, the sound of surprise and discussion kept ringing out, making everyone waiting in the audience Each heart is like a cat scratching, itching unbearably.

For a moment, an old man couldn't help asking:

"Old Han, are you hanging the one from Zhejiang Province and the one from the Forbidden City here to amuse us?"

Mr. Han glared at him, got angry, and shouted:

"I'm afraid you, old Zhang, have eaten too much? Open your old eyes wide and take a good look at the difference between the two pictures. Someone will tell you what's going on later!"

The commotion on the stage made the audience even more impatient. The first group of people hadn't returned to their seats under the urging of Dean Han, and the other two tables couldn't help but ran towards the rostrum quickly. The next "hula" surrounded the first batch of people who had finished reading, and asked questions in a hurry.

Hearing the noisy human voice, Bai Guangming helplessly said:

"Everyone listen to me, please listen to me. It's okay to tell you the answer now, but I'm afraid that everyone will blame me afterwards! So, please stay calm and go and see for yourself later!"

The crowd gradually dispersed, but the people at the two tables got together and started a lively discussion.

It took a full hour for everyone to finish watching. They all stretched their necks and looked at Dean Han on the rostrum.Wu Di whispered to Wang Yuwan:

"Looking at their appearance in the past two days, can you believe that these are all well-known antique appraisal masters all over the country?"

"Hehe, I look more like a student than when I waited for the teacher to mark the key points before I went to school for the exam, haha, now let's see how they will continue to rely on their old age in front of me in the future!"

A skinny slap stretched out and slapped the kid on the back of the head,

"Speak wild words, teach your kid a lesson on behalf of your master!"

Wang Yuwan's face immediately collapsed, curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice that only a few people around him could hear clearly:

"White terror is everywhere!"

"Next, I invite Zhu De from Shanghai City to let Master Zhu come on stage to explain the origin of these two Kesi works!"

Amidst the warm applause, Mr. Zhu quickly stepped onto the stage, and the first sentence caught everyone's attention firmly.

"Seeing these two pieces of tapestry, I regret it! I can't wait for those rebirth and transmigration events at the starting point to really happen to me. I don't need it for a long time, as long as it takes an hour. It really doesn't work, even half an hour." ah!"