"This, this, this, how is this possible? These two paintings are exactly the same.”
"Aiya, I didn't look at it carefully just now. The painting that Yi Hang brought is actually so outstanding. Whose work is this?”
"If you didn't tell me beforehand which one is from the Dong family's collection, I really wouldn't be able to tell it apart. This painting is interesting.”
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An intuitive comparison was the easiest way to distinguish. When there was a reference, it was often very easy to distinguish.
Just like now, in the beginning, no one thought that Bai Yi Hang's painting was real. In fact, they were not even willing to observe it carefully. However, when the two paintings were directly presented in front of them, these people were shocked. Because the two paintings seemed to be exactly the same, it was difficult to tell whether they were real or fake.
"Hey, f * ck, could it be that someone really drew two identical paintings out of boredom?”
Zhao Kai's eyes widened as he looked at the two paintings in front of him. In the past, although his grandfather was in this field, he had absolutely no interest in it, so his knowledge in this area was almost zero. Now, seeing the situation in front of him, it attracted his attention.
"What, what's going on?"
Dong Qianqian was also stunned. She looked at the two paintings in front of her and felt that they were extremely magical.
Dong Fanghua's eyes were flickering intensely. The look in his eyes made it impossible to determine what he was thinking.
"Elder Dong, what is going on? Why are these two paintings exactly the same? When I saw this painting yesterday, I felt that it was very special. I felt that it was real because whether it was the paper or the ink, it didn't seem to be an imitation. Moreover, Wu Changshuo liked to use heavy ink and liked to draw plum blossoms. These characteristics also proved that this painting was real.”
Chu Jian said to Dong Fanghua, expressing his opinion.
Dong Fanghua nodded and glanced at Chu Jian. However, his gaze quickly turned to Bai Yi Hang.
"Hehe, Yihang, you always bring me a pleasant surprise. Tell me, you brought this painting here. What do you think?”
Dong Fanghua looked at Bai Yi Hang with a probing expression in his eyes. It was as if he wanted to explore Bai Yi Hang more deeply. To be honest, Bai Yi Hang had given him quite a shock.
"Before this, I wasn't sure, so I said that I wasn't sure and wanted you to show it to me. But now, seeing that you keep taking out another painting, I already have an answer.”
"Answer?"
Everyone was startled and confused. They all looked at Bai Yi Hang and asked in puzzlement.
"Continue."
Only Dong Fanghua seemed to understand Bai Yihang's words. He nodded slightly, indicating for Bai Yihang to continue.
"Everyone, don't you see anything special about these two paintings?”
Bai Yi Hang didn't immediately reveal the mystery. Instead, he asked them a question.
"Special? Especially since these two paintings were exactly the same, as if they were twins. No, there were still differences between twins. These two paintings were mirror images.”
"That's right. Look, the details of this painting are all the same, but if you say that it's an imitation, you really can't say it. It's all like an authentic work.”
"No, there's a problem. There's a problem with the paper used for these two paintings.”
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Suddenly, one of them seemed to have thought of something. He carefully touched the two paintings, and his expression changed drastically as he cried out in surprise.
"That's right. There's a problem with the paper used for these two paintings.”
Bai Yi Hang smiled and nodded.
What's wrong with this paper?"
The few laymen were all dumbfounded and looked at the crowd with puzzled expressions. When the experts heard this, they immediately thought of something and touched it one after another. In the end, their expressions changed drastically.
"There's a problem. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties and even the Republic of China, the style of painting was to use thick ink and heavy colors. Therefore, the thickness of the Xuan paper was also layered with the heavy ink. It was commonly known as the paper. The thickness of the Xuan paper was thickened. Usually, it was two layers, and some even had three layers. Wu Changshuo's painting style was thick ink and heavy colors, but the paper used for these two paintings was ordinary paper, not paper.”
After all, Dong Qianqian was from the Dong family, so she was an expert in this field. She was young, but she was already knowledgeable. She immediately pointed out that the paper was wrong.
"Ah, could it be that both paintings are fake?”
Shen Youyue was the kind of person who was self-centered. She clearly did not know anything, but she still had to shout at this time to attract attention. This sentence almost made everyone present vomit blood.
"Little girl, I told you that this painting is definitely authentic.”
"That's right. So many of us have already appraised it. If it's still fake, aren't we all fishing for fame?”
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The few of them rolled their eyes at Shen Youyue.
Hearing this, Shen Youyue felt a little wronged and obediently shut her mouth.
Bai Yihang glanced at Shen Youyue, then at Yan Yun. He thought to himself,'There's indeed a difference between women.' Yan Yun was much smarter than Shen Youyue. Since she didn't understand, then she should shut up. No one here was expecting her to guide them.
"How did you see through it? You were so sure that this painting was real at a glance?”
Dong Qianqian did not answer Shen Youyue. Instead, she turned to Bai Yihang and asked him. At this moment, she felt that Bai Yihang was unfathomable.
"How can that be? If I was sure, I wouldn't have brought it today. Actually, before you brought the painting over, I didn't dare to be sure, but now, I can be sure.”
Bai Yihang smiled and said to Dong Qianqian.
When Dong Qianqian heard this, she frowned and looked at Bai Yi Hang. Somehow, she felt that Bai Yi Hang's words were a little official, and he seemed to be saying something that he didn't mean.
"Yi Hang, what's going on? Are these two paintings real?”
Yan Yun glanced at Dong Qianqian and asked Bai Yihang. She was doing this on purpose, as if she was declaring her existence.
"It's true. To be exact, these two paintings can't be called two paintings. Strictly speaking, they're actually one painting.”
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