Urban Treasure Appraisal: My eyes see through everything

"This was bought by a friend of mine at auction before, and from the perspective of material and style, it should be a work from the Tang and Song dynasties, but we really don't know who the owner of this work is.

Zhao Guofeng introduced and continued: "In fact, many of my works are like this, and I don't necessarily know the source, for example, those porcelains only know the dynasty, but they don't know the specific history. "

Antique collecting, the picture is a spiritual connection that spans hundreds or even thousands of years.

Therefore, Zhao Guofeng did not insist that he must know the source.

"Speaking of which, Yang Feng, don't you seem to know a lot about antiques, why don't you help my dad see what kind of painting this is.

Zhao Zhuwei remembered the scene of Yang Feng at the auction.

I can't help but have confidence in him.

But when Zhao Guofeng heard this, he immediately said: "Don't talk nonsense, this kind of painting has no historical records, and the preservation of the payment is incomplete, at best, it can only be appreciated, and it is impossible to find the source." "

Ah, I just knew~"

Zhao Zhuwei realized that she had said the wrong thing.

Yang Feng laughed and said, "Maybe." "

Ah, Xiaofeng, don't listen to this girl's nonsense, I have already asked many people to identify this painting, except for some miscellaneous eyebrows, there is really not much information to judge. Zhao

Guofeng was afraid that Yang Feng would not be able to come to the stage.

But Yang Feng knew that there was such a strong aura on this painting, which showed that it was not simple.

If you use the pupil technique to trace the source, you may be able to know the bottom line.

Zhao Guofeng is not a stingy person, seeing that Yang Feng is so interested, he also took out this painting to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng's hand touched it, and then his eyes stared at the lines of the painting.

This is an ink painting in which a man stands on a cliff and looks up to the sky composing poems.

This person was dressed in a long coat and looked a little carefree.

Yang Feng's eyes continued to trace the source.

Until finally, a picture appeared in his mind.

It was a human figure.

Immediately after, Yang Feng's eyes suddenly widened, looking at the painting in front of him in disbelief.

"How is it possible!?"

Yang Feng's eyes suddenly widened, and his incredible appearance made Zhao Guofeng next to him very strange.

Even Zhao Zhuwei was puzzled, what happened to Yang Feng all of a sudden?

At this time, Yang Feng slowly picked up the painting, and finally looked at the missing corner carefully.

There are still four words left in that corner.

It was supposed to be a poem, but because of the age, the two words have been blurred, and the remaining two recognizable words should have the meaning of 'Qin Lai'.

"Is there anything wrong with this painting?" Zhao

Guofeng asked strangely.

Yang Feng took a deep breath and said: "This painting is not a master's work, although its painting skills are very good, but the real key to this work is these words.

"These words?"

Zhao Guofeng looked at those words, then shook his head and said, "We have already found someone to identify this, but we really can't find the source."

"They are too timid to admit it.

Yang Feng squinted.

Zhao Guofeng became more and more strange when he heard this, and hurriedly asked: "Xiaofeng, what do you mean by this......

" "This is Li Taibai's handwriting. "

What ?!!!"

this time, it's not just Zhao Guofeng.

Even Zhao Zhuwei looked at Yang Feng incredulously.

"Don't you ...... Don't talk nonsense......"

Zhao Zhuwei's heart trembled.

Li Taibai: Who is that?

In the thousands of years of Chinese history, they have all been called the existence of poets.

Yang Feng seemed to feel the surprise of the two, and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, although this painting is Li Taibai's handwriting, it is not from his hand, it should be copied by future generations." These

words made both of them calm down a little.

But even so, they felt incredible.

"Even so, it's a treasure, but how dare you be so sure?"

Zhao Guofeng was puzzled.

He was a little unconvinced.

Although I know that Yang Feng may have a lot of insight into antiques.

However, this painting has been appraised countless times, and no one dares to say that it is Li Taibai's handwriting.

Yang Feng laughed and said: "This is actually not difficult, according to the words on it to find a way to restore, and then according to other works that have been handed down to compare the handwriting, there should be results." "

Actually, even so.

Yang Feng's heart was still a little shocked.

is worthy of a generation of poets.

Even a copy of a work can leave such an aura.

Zhao Guofeng's heart was already happy at this time, and he immediately said: "I'll ask my friend to confirm it immediately." He

was already a little agitated by this time.

If you say that you bought something unintentionally, it really has Li Taibai's handwriting on it.

Then the artistic conception of this work is completely different.

More importantly, this is very likely to show that the bard painted by the painter

is Li Taibai! This painting is from the Tang and Song dynasties, although I don't know the specifics, but the people of that era will definitely know Li Taibai's appearance more accurately.

In other words, this painting is very likely to be of historical significance!

Thinking of this, Zhao Guofeng was even more excited.

Yang Feng didn't say anything more, but continued to look at the other antiques in the collection room.

Of the hundreds of things here, only a dozen of them have aura, and many of them have less aura.

It seems that the probability of finding an antique with aura is very low.

After looking at the things, several people also walked out of the collection room.

Qiu Yuexiang outside had already prepared refreshments.

The three of them sat down at the coffee table in the hall.

Just then, the doorbell rang from outside the door.

As Zhao Guofeng asked the nanny to open the door.

A man in his fifties rushed in.

"Lao Zhao, is your painting still there!?"

the man was anxious and excited.

He was Lu Jinhong, a friend of Zhao Guofeng, and was also a well-known collector in Jiangcheng.

When Zhao Guofeng saw him, he seemed to notice something in his heart, and asked, "Old Lu, ...... are you?"

"Really! It's true!"

Lu Jinhong put down the thing in his hand, and after unfolding it, he found that it was a piece of calligraphy.

He compared the photos sent to him by Zhao Guofeng, and said in an excited tone: "It can't be wrong, this is definitely Li Taibai's handwriting, and the poem above, if you take Li Taibai as a clue, I also found his original verse." "

I'm drunk and sleeping, and the Ming Dynasty intends to hold the qin?"

Zhao Guofeng also seemed to react.

"That's right, that's it!" Lu

Jinhong said, and hurriedly asked: "By the way, which master helped you see it? Is he gone? Can I meet him?"

This person must be a master of the antique world!