I bring autumn water into the galaxy

Chapter 157

Qin Xueluo lived in the Qin family since she was a child, and all she met and knew were people from the upper class, so she was fascinated by it, and naturally knew how valuable and rare Tang Bohu's authentic works are. Now I heard that there are Tang Bohu's works in a rural area I can't help but doubt the authenticity: "It can't be fake, right?"

How could a country girl have Tang Bohu's authentic handwriting in her hand? ? ?

That is the painting that all the upper class want to collect most.

Old Master Qin immediately glared at Qin Xingluo, "Don't talk nonsense, the calligraphy in my hand was given by her grandma, so there's no way her things are fake."

Qin Xingluo stuck out his tongue, "How can a countryman have so many good things!"

Old Master Qin twisted his expression, and looked at Qin Xingluo, "Why can't country people have good things, just shut up if you don't need to talk, don't be ashamed here."

Qin Xingluo felt a little wronged, she said it unintentionally, could grandpa be so serious?

Mrs. Qin took a step forward and held her hand to comfort her daughter, only to see Fang Feicheng coming down the stairs with a box, which looked a bit old.

Mrs. Qin took a look, "Feicheng, is that painting in this box?"

Qin Xingluo pouted aggrievedly after being scolded by Mr. Qin, "So old?"

Fang Feicheng glanced at Qin Xingluo, "This is a box made in the Ming Dynasty, which can protect the scroll from damage."

Old Master Qin's face darkened, and he glared at Qin Xingluo, "What do you know, this box alone is worth a fortune, worth a house in the imperial capital."

Qin Xingluo's expression froze. Didn't expect her grandfather to scold her again?

Usually, grandpa dotes on her very much!
Li Xuewei hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "There are some young people who don't understand antiques, and I didn't realize that this is a box from the Ming Dynasty. Feicheng, have you authenticated it?"

Fang Feicheng nodded: "There is no doubt about it."

Li Xuewei was very excited all of a sudden, "So, the contents of this box are Tang Bohu's authentic works?"

When Li Xuewei said this, Mr. Fang and Mr. Qin immediately looked over, only to see Fang Feicheng nodded: "Exactly."

Later, Fang Feicheng opened the box. Ye Ran had already told him how to open the box, and he has learned it now. That kind of opening method is exactly what the ancients would use.

It is said that the box is from the Ming Dynasty, except Mrs. Qin and Qin Xingluo who don't understand, no one else dares to doubt it.

After the box was opened, Fang Feicheng took out the painting and hung it on the easel beside him. Immediately, a picture of an autumn day appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The strokes and strokes of the painting, the ink brush and the painting, surrounded the painting like flowing clouds and flowing water. On the silk, it is lifelike, as if seeing the scene when the artist paints, just in front of him.

Looking at this painting, Mr. Fang couldn't help being shocked, "Oh my God, just looking at this painting seems to feel how amazing the beauty of this autumn is."

Mr. Qin nodded again and again, "This can be said to be the best landscape painting I have ever seen."

This painting, not to mention Tang Bohu, even ordinary people, is enough to shock people just by this painting, not to mention the seal below, which clearly writes Tang Bohu's name Tang Yin .

Mr. Fang was still admiring the painting. Mr. Qin was very excited when he saw the word Tang Yin, "Oh my God, Tang Yin, it's Tang Bohu's signature."

Mr. Fang also saw it, and took a step forward to stare at it, but he didn't dare to touch that painting, for fear of accidentally hurting that painting, he was very excited, this is really Tang Bohu's name!

Mrs. Qin naturally saw it too. She didn't know ancient paintings, so she asked curiously: "This painting is indeed beautiful, but Feicheng, it only has Tang Bohu's name. Is the appraisal really true?"

Qin Xingluo also immediately joined in, "Yes, I heard that there are many fakes of Tang Bohu on the market."

Li Xuewei believed in his son very much: "Since Feicheng said it is true, it must be true. He has seen Tang Bohu's authentic work before and even authenticated it."

Fang Feicheng said: "Indeed, no matter whether it is in terms of the painting silk or the brush and ink, Tang Yin only had it in the same period of painting, plus this signature, it is the same as the one I appraised before. , Tang Yin's Yin character, he habitually pulls hard on the last point, so there will be an arc, and it is indeed authentic."

Mrs. Qin nodded again and again: "I see."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Ye Ran with disbelief, "I really can't see that you, a sister who came back from the country, can have such a good thing in her hands. With this painting, you won't have to use it in the first pavilion." Worried."

Hearing this, Mr. Fang frowned, while Mr. Qin turned his head and said coldly: "There's nothing you can't see. She is Teacher Ling's granddaughter. It's normal to have such good things."

Mrs. Qin looked a little embarrassed, but fortunately, Mr. Qin was attracted by Tang Bohu's authentic works, so he didn't bother to talk to her, but just stared at the painting, "I didn't expect to see Tang Bohu's authentic works in my lifetime."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qin looked at Fang Feicheng and said, "Feicheng, you have to give me a reserve price for this. I'm ready to take the picture no matter how much it costs."

Fang Feicheng smiled, "I'm afraid I can't be the master. Ranran has already decided to donate this authentic autumn painting of Tang Bohu to the Imperial Capital Museum after the auction in the Imperial Capital Museum."

Mr. Qin was taken aback, and said, "Donate to the Imperial Capital Museum?"

Fang Feicheng nodded, "Yes."

Li Xuewei immediately became anxious, and she said: "Tang Bohu's authentic works are so rare, what are you donating, we can donate other things to the Imperial Capital Museum, we will keep this painting for ourselves."

Mr. Fang came back to his senses, "Ranran's paintings, she can be the master of whatever she wants."

Fang Feicheng nodded, "That's what I mean too. If you stay at home, you can only appreciate it silently. It's better to donate it, so that more people can see Tang Bohu's authentic works. Besides, there are countries that keep them. If you want to come here A painting can also let more people know."

Old Master Qin came to his senses and laughed loudly, "Not bad, not bad, but Ranran's pattern is big."

After finishing speaking, he said: "Feicheng, you will exhibit my calligraphy of Master Kangxi in the name of the First Pavilion at that time, and then it will not be auctioned, and it will be directly lost to the Imperial Capital Museum."

Fang Feicheng nodded: "Yes, Grandpa Qin, I will definitely do it well and let the world know who the original owner of this calligraphy is."

Mr. Qin laughed happily, "No, just like what you said to Ranran, good things must be worth the money, and the real collection is when the country collects them."

(End of this chapter)