When night fell, He Jiong called Wang Han. When he heard that he was taking He Fan to the antique street to play, Wang Han immediately became interested. After handing over the work at hand to his assistant, he drove to the street to meet up with He Jiong and the others.
Walking into the antique street, you would feel that you had entered another world. The buildings here were all designed in an ancient style. The stones on the road were also archaic. A bluestone avenue was the main road. There were wooden houses and pavilions on both sides of the main road. The alleys stretched far away from the street.
The streets were crowded with people, and the roadside stalls were already filled with a dazzling array of things. All kinds of hawking sounds were heard, and it was extremely lively. Of course, if you were lucky, you might be able to pick up a drop from these stalls, but this rarely happened.
He Jiong and Wang Han seemed to be very familiar with this place. They led He Fan through the crowd with familiarity. After walking through a few alleys, they finally stopped at a shop called "Qilin Pavilion."
The store had three floors, each floor was about 300 square meters, and the interior was decorated in an antique style. There were many famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. As for how many of them were authentic, it would depend on your own ability.
There was an unwritten rule in the antique world. Even if you bought something and found out that it was fake, you basically couldn't find someone to accompany you. Therefore, nine out of ten people who played with antiques could be eye-catching.
The owner of Qilin Pavilion was an old man in his fifties, but his face was glowing red, making him look like a middle-aged man in his forties. He wasn't tall, probably 175 centimeters, and he was a little fat, which could be seen from his slightly bulging general belly.
Obviously, he was familiar with He Jiong and Wang Han.
He smiled like a Maitreya Buddha and gripped Wang Han tightly with both hands. He said," What wind has blown the two teachers to my place? No wonder I heard the chirping of magpies early in the morning. It turns out that it's a distinguished guest. It's an honor for the two teachers to come."
Look, businessmen really know how to talk. They say all kinds of nice things.
Wang Han couldn't stand his enthusiasm. She pulled her hand away and said,""Boss Zhang, if your place is a shack, then our place is a thatched cottage."
"Teacher Wang is too humble. Come, come, come, please come upstairs. Eh, is this little friend here too? I'm sorry, I was blind. Quick, quick, quick, serve tea upstairs." Boss Zhang enthusiastically brought Wang Han and the other two to the second floor.
He Fan walked behind and whispered to He Jiong,"Your friend is really enthusiastic.”
"Don't be fooled by his appearance. When he kills people, he doesn't have any face.”
"I can tell that he's a smiling tiger."
When they reached the reception room on the second floor, Boss Zhang settled the three of them down and started fiddling with them in the room. He took out the top-grade Da Hong Pao tea that he had treasured for a long time and said boastfully,"I spent a huge price to get this. Don't look at it just because it's so small, but it can't be bought with money. I exchanged an authentic piece of Tang Yin's work from my collection with Boss Chen. "That profiteer must have done it on purpose. He knew that I had always wanted to get some Da Hong Pao, so he heard the news from somewhere and offered to trade with me. If it wasn't for the fact that I've never drunk it before and wanted to try it, I wouldn't have let him succeed. He's been eyeing my authentic work of Tang Yin for a long time. And today, you're in luck. I definitely won't take out the others to entertain guests. How about it, two teachers, this friend of mine is still reliable, right?”As he spoke, he prepared the tools for making tea. Judging from his skillful movements and the set of steps to make tea, it showed that he was an expert in the Way of Tea.
" Everyone, please." At this moment, Boss Zhang's attitude was pious.
He Fan and the other two didn't say anything. They gently picked up their teacups.
He placed it at the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly. Immediately, he felt a fragrance that was as fragrant as orchids. The fragrance was high and lasting, but there was also a hint of bitterness.
He drank a small cup of tea in his mouth and tasted it carefully. He only felt that his teeth were filled with fragrance, and the aftertaste was still there.
"How is it? How is it?" Boss Zhang looked at the three of them with anticipation.
"Just one word, okay!"
"Hey, Old Han, to think that you're a cultured person. Why do you only have one word to describe it?”Boss Zhang was not satisfied.”
" Mm, very good." He Jiong smiled.
I think you're here to mock me today." As he spoke, he looked at He Fan.
"Half a mountain room waiting for the bright moon, a cup of clear tea to greet the bosom friend. In the spring breeze of February and March, the stone furnace knocked on the fire to try the new tea. This tea looks clear and mellow, smells fragrant and pleasant, and leaves a fragrance on the tongue and teeth after drinking. The taste of the tea was slightly astringent, but the fragrance of the tea slowly flowed from the nose to the throat. His limbs and bones were indescribably relaxed and happy.”
Boss Zhang slammed the table and stood up. He said excitedly,"Look at this, look at this. This is what a person who understands the Way of Tea should do. " Come on, Xiaofan, I liked you the moment I saw you. Now, I'll bring you to admire some of my precious treasures." "Old Han, Jiong, you guys come too. You guys have benefited from Lil Fan's light today." The way people got along and got to know each other was sometimes so strange. They would be called friends and confidants because of some small things, but they would also be called enemies because of this.
Boss Zhang got up and pulled He Fan to another room. As he walked, he introduced to He Fan that he had collected authentic works of famous people.
In the antique collection room, Boss Zhang carefully opened the safe. From the steps of entering the password many times, one could imagine how important the treasure he was about to take out was. However, He Fan was worried about the complicated process of retrieving the treasure. What if he forgot? Could it be that he had to smash the safe? Would the treasure inside still be intact?
Ignoring He Fan's secret complaints. Boss Zhang had already taken out a rectangular box. This box looked very expensive. If He Fan guessed correctly, it was made of pear wood.
If the box was so expensive, then wouldn't the things inside be even more precious?
He gently opened the box and put on the gloves. He carefully took out the item and placed it on a long wooden table, then unfolded it from left to right.
"Eh, Tang Yin's Painting of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost. Wasn't this lost? Why is it with you, Old Zhang?" Wang Han couldn't help but exclaim.
Boss Zhang ignored Wang Han's surprise and said to He Fan,"" Lil 'Fan, come and take a look. Is this an authentic work?"
He Fan was also a little surprised because he remembered that the original painting was collected in the Shanghai Museum. However, it seemed that Wang Han's words had not been passed down. Could it be that Boss Zhang's luck was really heaven-defying? He actually found a good treasure. If that was the case, Boss Zhang would be rich.
As He Fan observed the painting in front of him, he recalled the information about this painting in his previous life.
From time to time, He Fan stared at Boss Zhang and said slowly," Spring Tree Autumn Frost Painting: Originally known as Spring Mountain Companion Scroll, it was painted by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty. This painting depicted two scholars sitting cross-legged on a rock near a stream in a valley where spring water splashed. In the picture, the tall mountain peaks rose, and new branches of withered trees sprouted, revealing the news of spring. At the mouth of the valley hung a stream of water that flowed into the stream. The water splashed out and made a cold sound. The environment was elegant and otherworldly, and the two scholars 'eloquence added some poetic charm.
At this point, He Fan stopped. Boss Zhang asked anxiously,"Then this picture of mine is…"
He Fan did not give him a clear answer and continued,"If you want to know if this painting is authentic, you must first understand the characteristics of Tang Yin's paintings. As for Tang Yin, he was good at landscape painting, ink-wash painting of flowers and birds, and figure painting.”
" His landscape paintings were from the Wu School of Painting in the early days. He used a two-part structure in the layout, which fully reflected the style of the Wu School of Painting. The strokes were vigorous and lively, and the overall painting was fine and elegant. His representative work was the Bamboo Painting. Later on, he became Zhou Chen's disciple. His landscape paintings mostly depicted majestic and steep mountains, and also depicted the grand scenery of the four seasons. His representative works include the Painting of a Journey to Guanshan and the Painting of a Spring Bridge. The stone in the paintings is firm and steep, the strokes are vigorous, and the ink is dripping.”
"Then let's compare the 'Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Painting' now. From it, we can see that it fully reflects the characteristics of Tang Yin's paintings. In addition, there are seals from collectors of past generations on it. So, Boss Zhang, you picked it up."
Hearing He Fan's affirmation, Boss Zhang was either excited or dumbfounded. He muttered to himself,"So what that person said was true. He really is Tang Yin's descendant.”
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