My little ancestor, you are sweet and wild

The old man frowned, turned his head and stared at the picture for several times, hesitated and said:

"You said it was false, but what evidence?"

He looked at it and didn't think there was a problem.

Ning Li smiled.

"The painting is very real, but it's not real enough."

She said, raising her hand to the picture.

"Apart from others, the color of this leaf is different from that of the real painting. Although the painter of this fake painting has tried his best to reconcile the color very close to the real painting, it is still different when he looks carefully. "

Ning Li pointed out two details one after another.

"Here, and the color transition here has not been handled well."

The crowd around gradually calmed down.

At first, they only thought Ning Li was talking nonsense, but after listening for a while, they found that Ning Li seemed to really understand.

They couldn't help following Ning Li's words, looked at the painting and found those places, as she said.

Many people are skeptical.

"What she said is clear and reasonable. Shouldn't this painting be true or false?"

"I think so. If you didn't have a special understanding of this painting, you wouldn't be able to say that! "

"Isn't that certain? Is what she said true? Last year, the 17th night was photographed as soon as it came out. So far, not many people have seen the original painting with their own eyes, right? The little girl is only eighteen or nine years old. How can she have a chance to see her? "

The crowd whispered.

I don't know who suddenly said:

"She's not an ordinary little girl. She's Ning Li! The designer who worked with GS before! Ning！”

As soon as these words came out, many people immediately looked surprised.

"It's her! I said, "how do you look so familiar!"

"I've seen all her big shows. I really don't have to say. In that case, it's not surprising that she will have seen the original painting. "

"Before, she was only gifted in the design of Gaoding dress. Now, she knows a lot about oil painting..."

The staff also heard these words and felt a little nervous.

He didn't recognize Ning Li just now. He just thought he was a student who came to see the exhibition. Who knows——

"It's Miss Ning. I was rude just now. Please forgive me." He apologized quickly and had a good attitude.

However, with regard to the painting, he refused to give in easily.

"Miss Ning, I know you have made great achievements in the field of fashion design. However, this painting has been jointly identified by several experts in our gallery. There is no doubt that it is a real painting. It's really inappropriate for you to say that this is a fake painting... "

A good deal was going well and was about to be completed. Who knows that a Ningli was suddenly killed.

A "fake painting" is very likely to make the painting unsold.

Is it their gallery who will bear the final loss?

Just then, a low, lazy voice came.

"I can prove that what she just said is true."

The originally noisy hall quieted down.

Ning Li's eyebrows jumped slightly and looked back.

Lu Huai and.

Today, he is wearing a round neck white thin sweater, a dark long coat, wide shoulders, narrow waist, tall and straight.

He was born to be gorgeous. At this time, his simple dress is cold, abstinent, precious and loose.

The staff member quickly recognized him:

"Lu Ershao?!"

Lu Huai and walked slowly and finally stood beside Ning Li.

The old man asked suspiciously:

"Proof? How to prove it? "

Lu Huai and didn't answer the question immediately, but looked at Ning Li.

He looked at her like that. Feng's eyes were thick into the sea, as if he wanted to look straight into the bottom of her heart.

Ning Li suddenly felt something, and her heart beat faster and faster.

The next moment, she saw that his thin lips were slightly picked, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows seemed to hold an unidentified smile.

He whispered:

"The seventeenth night" was taken by me a year and a half ago. Now, the painting is still in my collection, so the one that appears here today is naturally fake. "

......

The man's low voice with a smile fell to his ear like a drum.

There was a short blank in Ning Li's mind.

Lu Huai and?

That mysterious buyer, it's him!?

If the seventeenth night is in his hands, then other paintings——

Lu Huai raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a low smile:

"Besides, I like that painting very much. It's hard to take it. How can I be willing to change hands when I hide it at home?"

......

silent.

Many people have heard that the 17th night was previously photographed at a high price by mysterious buyers.

But no one thought that the man was Lu Huaihe!

Now, the first buyer of the 17th night has appeared and personally testified that the original painting is still in his hand. So this one in the corridor today is obviously greasy!

The staff obviously didn't expect that things would develop to this stage. They didn't say anything for a while.

The old man suddenly:

"So it is! So, this painting is really fake? "

He waved his hand.

"No!"

He said, looking at Ning Li and Lu Huai.

"Fortunately, you remind me in time, otherwise I really want to buy a fake painting back!"

The onlookers looked at each other.

"A gallery sells fake paintings? Isn't that cheating? "

"Yes! A painting is often hundreds of thousands or millions. How did they review it? "

"After this time, I'm afraid the reputation of a gallery will plummet..."

Hearing these words, the staff member was flustered. His mind was hot for a moment, and he blurted out without thinking:

"But Lu Ershao, what if, what if your painting is fake? This -- "

"What he bought is true."

Ning Li suddenly interrupted him.

The staff was so anxious that they subconsciously retorted, "Miss Ning, you can't judge the authenticity of this painting in a word!"

Ning Li suddenly smiled.

"It's hard to say anything else, but I'm really qualified for this painting."

She lifted her eyes slightly and looked at Lu Huai and. Her red lips raised a light radian.

"Forgot to introduce myself."

"I am the shadow of the tree."

The old man frowned, turned his head and stared at the picture for several times, hesitated and said:

"You said it was false, but what evidence?"

He looked at it and didn't think there was a problem.

Ning Li smiled.

"The painting is very real, but it's not real enough."

She said, raising her hand to the picture.

"Apart from others, the color of this leaf is different from that of the real painting. Although the painter of this fake painting has tried his best to reconcile the color very close to the real painting, it is still different when he looks carefully. "

Ning Li pointed out two details one after another.

"Here, and the color transition here has not been handled well."

The crowd around gradually calmed down.

At first, they only thought Ning Li was talking nonsense, but after listening for a while, they found that Ning Li seemed to really understand.

They couldn't help following Ning Li's words, looked at the painting and found those places, as she said.

Many people are skeptical.

"What she said is clear and reasonable. Shouldn't this painting be true or false?"

"I think so. If you didn't have a special understanding of this painting, you wouldn't be able to say that! "

"Isn't that certain? Is what she said true? Last year, the 17th night was photographed as soon as it came out. So far, not many people have seen the original painting with their own eyes, right? The little girl is only eighteen or nine years old. How can she have a chance to see her? "

The crowd whispered.

I don't know who suddenly said:

"She's not an ordinary little girl. She's Ning Li! The designer who worked with GS before! Ning！”

As soon as these words came out, many people immediately looked surprised.

"It's her! I said, "how do you look so familiar!"

"I've seen all her big shows. I really don't have to say. In that case, it's not surprising that she will have seen the original painting. "

"Before, she was only gifted in the design of Gaoding dress. Now, she knows a lot about oil painting..."

The staff also heard these words and felt a little nervous.

He didn't recognize Ning Li just now. He just thought he was a student who came to see the exhibition. Who knows——

"It's Miss Ning. I was rude just now. Please forgive me." He apologized quickly and had a good attitude.

However, with regard to the painting, he refused to give in easily.

"Miss Ning, I know you have made great achievements in the field of fashion design. However, this painting has been jointly identified by several experts in our gallery. There is no doubt that it is a real painting. It's really inappropriate for you to say that this is a fake painting... "

A good deal was going well and was about to be completed. Who knows that a Ningli was suddenly killed.

A "fake painting" is very likely to make the painting unsold.

Is it their gallery who will bear the final loss?

Just then, a low, lazy voice came.

"I can prove that what she just said is true."

The originally noisy hall quieted down.

Ning Li's eyebrows jumped slightly and looked back.

Lu Huai and.

Today, he is wearing a round neck white thin sweater, a dark long coat, wide shoulders, narrow waist, tall and straight.

He was born to be gorgeous. At this time, his simple dress is cold, abstinent, precious and loose.

The staff member quickly recognized him:

"Lu Ershao?!"

Lu Huai and walked slowly and finally stood beside Ning Li.

The old man asked suspiciously:

"Proof? How to prove it? "

Lu Huai and didn't answer the question immediately, but looked at Ning Li.

He looked at her like that. Feng's eyes were thick into the sea, as if he wanted to look straight into the bottom of her heart.

Ning Li suddenly felt something, and her heart beat faster and faster.

The next moment, she saw that his thin lips were slightly picked, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows seemed to hold an unidentified smile.

He whispered:

"The seventeenth night" was taken by me a year and a half ago. Now, the painting is still in my collection, so the one that appears here today is naturally fake. "

......

The man's low voice with a smile fell to his ear like a drum.

There was a short blank in Ning Li's mind.

Lu Huai and?

That mysterious buyer, it's him!?

If the seventeenth night is in his hands, then other paintings——

Lu Huai raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a low smile:

"Besides, I like that painting very much. It's hard to take it. How can I be willing to change hands when I hide it at home?"

......

silent.

Many people have heard that the 17th night was previously photographed at a high price by mysterious buyers.

But no one thought that the man was Lu Huaihe!

Now, the first buyer of the 17th night has appeared and personally testified that the original painting is still in his hand. So this one in the corridor today is obviously greasy!

The staff obviously didn't expect that things would develop to this stage. They didn't say anything for a while.

The old man suddenly:

"So it is! So, this painting is really fake? "

He waved his hand.

"No!"

He said, looking at Ning Li and Lu Huai.

"Fortunately, you remind me in time, otherwise I really want to buy a fake painting back!"

The onlookers looked at each other.

"A gallery sells fake paintings? Isn't that cheating? "

"Yes! A painting is often hundreds of thousands or millions. How did they review it? "

"After this time, I'm afraid the reputation of a gallery will plummet..."

Hearing these words, the staff member was flustered. His mind was hot for a moment, and he blurted out without thinking:

"But Lu Ershao, what if, what if your painting is fake? This -- "

"What he bought is true."

Ning Li suddenly interrupted him.

The staff was so anxious that they subconsciously retorted, "Miss Ning, you can't judge the authenticity of this painting in a word!"

Ning Li suddenly smiled.

"It's hard to say anything else, but I'm really qualified for this painting."

She lifted her eyes slightly and looked at Lu Huai and. Her red lips raised a light radian.

"Forgot to introduce myself."

"I am the shadow of the tree."