"Dad, how bad are you?" Gu Zhirou became anxious." If it's not a big deal, hurry up and get someone to fix it!”
" Sigh." Uncle Hua seemed to have aged a lot at this moment." You can see for yourselves."”
Uncle Hua walked into the house with heavy steps.
This was the storage room where valuable items were stored.
The room was very dry, and there was a special moisturizer.
Xu Beihong's painting was placed in a wooden box.
Gu Yiran's heart skipped a beat when she saw the wooden box.
He saw a few small holes on the edge of the wooden box. Judging from the toothed edges, it should be some kind of insect bite.
When the chest was opened, a galloping horse appeared in front of everyone.
The horse was lifelike, as if it was about to rush out of the grassland in the painting. However, when he looked at it carefully, he felt that something was wrong.
The horse seemed to have been cut in half.
The front half of his body was intact, but there were small holes in the back half of his body.
"The painting has been eaten by worms and can't be kept anymore.”Gu Yiran came to this conclusion.
Although there were specialized workshops that could repair such a painting, such a large area of damage caused by insects, and it was even the core part of the painting, even if the repair was successful, the value of the painting would be greatly reduced.
Uncle Hua had tricked himself.
"Dad, does the owner of the painting know about this?”Gu Zhirou's voice was trembling.
"I didn't dare to say." Uncle Hua's face was ashen.
"They will find out sooner or later. What difference does it make if they know earlier or later?”Gu Zhirou said resentfully.
In his opinion, this was an act of escape.
How long could he escape?
If the artist knew that his things had been damaged to such a state, he would definitely ask for compensation. It was not like he would abandon them in a few days.
" Smiling Tiger was going to give this painting to his friend," Uncle Hua stammered out the truth.
Smiling Tiger?
Gu Yiran immediately thought of a short man with a muscular body. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes and looked like Maitreya Buddha when he smiled.
He looked like a good old man.
However, don't be deceived by his appearance. Otherwise, how did he get the title of Smiling Tiger?
This person had been a street gangster in his early years and was very ruthless.
If he knew that Uncle Hua had broken his things, his old body would probably not be able to withstand the torment.
"Daughter, don't be afraid. I've been contacting my old friends these few days. I want to get a painting of Xu Beihong from them.”
Uncle Hua wanted everyone to relax.
However, it was useless.
Gu Zhirou, who knew her family's situation, knew that even if she sold everything, she would not be able to buy Xu Beihong's horse.
Even if they had the money, it was another problem if others were willing to pay.
"Uncle Hua, how long before Smiling Tiger comes to collect the painting?”Gu Yiran asked.
"One week." Uncle Hua said with a heavy expression.
The atmosphere in the room became heavier. The task was so heavy and the deadline was so tight.
"Enough." As soon as Gu Yiran said this, two gazes focused on him. They did not understand what he meant.
Gu Yiran coughed lightly and said,"Uncle Hua, I have a friend who has Xu Beihong's horse. If you don't mind…"
"Forget it." Uncle Hua was in despair. Smiling Tiger was such a smart person. Since he dared to play with ancient paintings, there must be people around him who knew what was good. How could he be fooled by your fake?
If you stir things up like this, it will only make things worse.
Gu Yiran was too lazy to explain.
Anyway, in Uncle Hua's eyes, he was just a fake seller. He had already become a label on him that could not be washed away no matter how hard he tried.
Well, in fact, he was selling fakes.
However, whether it was true or false was something that could be determined by a single thought.
When everyone thought that this thing was real, it was real. It was just like a lie that had been told ten thousand times, and it became the truth.
Gu Yiran was also confident that no one could tell that the things he created were fake!
So, he was real!
"Dad, go and contact your friends. I'll go and look for fake goods.”
Gu Zhirou's voice became softer and softer. She almost couldn't believe it.
"You guys chat first, I'll be busy for a while.”Gu Yiran turned around and looked at the father and daughter who were discussing what to do. She reached out a hand and gently placed it on the worm-eaten painting.
"Analyzing the technique in the painting, current 1%"
"Current 5%"
"Currently 13%."
Gu Yiran closed her eyes slightly as scenes appeared in front of her.
It was a cold season. Every day after lunch, the little boy would choose to copy a painting by Wu Youru, a famous artist from the late Qing Dynasty, and learn various painting skills such as color matching.
When she was a little older, she began to help her father draw.
In his poor years, painting was the only thing the little boy was interested in.
Later on, the boy's drawing skills became more and more outstanding, and he could even be sold for a certain price in the village.
The young boy even went alone to the bustling Shanghai at that time, using paper and pen to seek a way out for himself.
Later on, the young man became famous. With the help of his peers, he had many opportunities to learn. He traveled around the world and observed the works of various famous artists.
It was not until he was 32 years old that he became famous and his skills became more and more superb. He returned to China and began his own path as a master.
At this moment, all the scenes came to an end.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining Xu Beihong's painting skills!”
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During dinner, the atmosphere at the dining table was gloomy. Although they did not take the initiative to mention it, the matter of the smiling tiger had been weighing on Uncle Hua's family.
Gu Yiran, on the other hand, seemed to be heartless. She kept eating the food on the table and even praised the food.
Gu Zhirou was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Her own family had already suffered such a big incident, yet she didn't even know how to comfort them. She only cared about her own happiness.
She had really misjudged him.
Uncle Hua did not have any hope for Gu Yiran.
It was better to believe that Smiling Tiger had suddenly forgotten about it.
After dinner, Gu Yiran spent some money to buy some old paper from Uncle Hua and brought it back. She also made an appointment with Gu Zhirou to look for him the next morning. They would go out together to see if they could find Xu Beihong's painting, even if it was fake.
Following the short street, Gu Yiran quickly returned home.
He placed the ancient paper on the table and held the brush in his hand for a while to feel it before officially writing.
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