I'm really the king of leaks

Chapter 418 Mo Lan's Room

Walk through the courtyard.

His feet crunched on the snow.

This kind of voice came to my ears, and my heart gradually calmed down.

And the whole world seemed to have quieted down.

The key to the door.

Put it in Grandpa Zhang Yi's will.

When Zhang Yi and Zhang Guoshan came, they naturally brought them with them.

Go to the door.

Zhang Guoshan went over and opened the door.

The lock was not rusted.

With a twist, it opens with a click.

Zhang Yi followed Zhang Guoshan's footsteps and walked into the room.Just like the outside, the inside of this house is also antique.

In the house, everything is arranged very neatly.

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and touched it lightly.

There is a layer of dust on the table.

but.

The dust is not thick.

If grandma had passed away, the house would have been locked up, and the dust would not have been so thin over the decades.From this point of view, after grandma passed away, grandpa should often come to clean up.

In the past few years, Grandpa has passed away, so no one dares to come here.

That's where the dust settles.

Just like the past.

In this room, there are various such ornaments.

With Zhang Yi's eyesight, it can be seen.

These things are certainly not modern handicrafts, but real antiques.

Almost everything is exquisite.

At a glance.

Yuan blue and white, Qianlong famille rose, cloisonné, tick red, jade and so on.

are presented.

It seems that in the past, Zhang Yi's grandmother was also a person who liked antiques.

It's a pity that all the photos of grandma have been destroyed by Lin Fengxia.In this room, there is no photo to be seen, only a blue and white plum vase of Yuan Dynasty placed on the red sandalwood table in front.

This reminded Zhang Yi of a past event he had heard before.

"Dad, this Yuan blue and white plum vase is placed in such a special position, could it be the first antique that grandpa took from my grandma?"

Zhang Yi asked.

"It should be. I seem to have some impressions of this Yuan blue and white plum vase when I was a child."

Zhang Guoshan replied.

Walking into this room is like going back in time.

In this room, except for these ornaments, everything else is basically antiques.For example, the carved wooden bed in the back room is from the Qing Dynasty.

The red screen is also from the early Qing Dynasty.

The wardrobe is a group of peony patterns and huanghuali cabinets from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

The red sandalwood book table, with excellent workmanship, is from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.

It can be said.

Grandma Zhang Yi's room, if you take a closer look, it's like a small museum.

"Dad, where did these antiques come from?"

Zhang Yi asked.

If the inheritance information of the things in this room is complete, the value may be limitless.

"I heard from your grandfather that your grandma was also very good at appraising things back then. The things she sold at the auction were basically collected from the antique market."

"This Yuan blue and white plum vase should be the same."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help being surprised.

"So, my grandma is also a master appraisal?"

"I'm not too sure about this, but in terms of antique collection, according to your grandfather, she has very good eyesight."

Zhang Guoshan replied.

This is rather strange.

There are antiques, and calligraphy and paintings are naturally indispensable.

There are also many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of Grandma Zhang Yi's house.

The picture is yellowed, and it seems that most of them should be ancient paintings.

There are paintings by Zhou Fang in the Tang Dynasty.

A painting by Fan Kuan of the Song Dynasty.

A calligraphy by Dong Qichang, a famous painter in Ming Dynasty.

Vertical scroll of mountains and rivers of Shen and Zhou in the Ming Dynasty.

and many more.

There is a blue and white porcelain painting barrel next to it, and there are also many scrolls in it.

The paper is yellowish, presumably it must be an ancient painting.

After reading these.

The strangest thing is.

On the wall next to the painting barrel, there was a scroll hanging, but it was rolled up.Judging from the traces on the wall, it should have been hung for a while before being rolled up.

See here.

Zhang Yi was curious, so he walked over.

Reach out and pat the dust on it.

When I touched this painting, a voice came from my mind.

"Excuse me, is it authenticated?"

Zhang Yi didn't hesitate to trigger it unintentionally, so it doesn't matter if it is appraised.

Just take a look, what is the origin of this specially cared for calligraphy and painting.

immediately.

He secretly said two words in his heart.

"Identify!"

but.

After a while, there was another voice in my mind.

"Sorry, unable to identify!"

Zhang Yi was very surprised by this result. After Zhang Yi had this identification ability, this was the third time that he could not be identified.

Why?
Before, the first unidentifiable word I encountered was "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn".The second word that cannot be identified is "Picture of Quiet Night".There are only words, no pictures.

Could it be that.

This is also a strange word?
Zhang Yi couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and gently untied the golden cotton rope on the top, and slowly put down the scroll.

but.

The result was unexpected!
This time, what was unidentifiable was not a word, but a painting.

In the whole painting, there is only one woman, she is wearing a red gown, showing a hint of shyness.The whole painting is light and elegant in coloring, with the style of meticulous painting in it.

The painting style is still very realistic.

This is a picture of a woman waiting to be married in the boudoir.

Of course, the appearance is also very high.

but.

the strange thing is.

There is not a single word on this painting.

There is no inscription and no title inscription.

It is exactly the opposite of the two unidentifiable characters encountered before.

Seeing Zhang Yi looking at the painting, Zhang Guoshan walked over and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder.

he asks.

"Xiao Yi, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just think this painting is a bit strange, why is it rolled up? Also, why is this painting not signed or inscribed?"

Naturally, Zhang Guoshan couldn't answer Zhang Yi's question.

He hadn't seen this painting either.

Or I saw it when I was a child, but now I have no memory.

he guessed.

"Maybe it was time to paint, but I didn't have time?"

"Look, the sleeves seem to have not finished the final coloring."

Zhang Yi glanced at the sleeves, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. Her clothes were all bright red, which was in stark contrast to the elegance of the meticulous painting.

It's just that the sleeves are not colored enough.

However, when Zhang Yi was thinking about these things.

Zhang Guoshan stared at the painting, fascinated.

Zhang Yi asked immediately.

"Dad, did you see something?"

"I don't know, she... looks familiar."

Zhang Guoshan shook his head slightly, talking while thinking.

Although the face was familiar, he didn't think for a moment who the person in the painting looked like.Or rather, not quite sure who that was.

(End of this chapter)