"Picking up scraps? Lin Hao, you don't have a fever, right?"
Hearing Lin Hao's words, Liu Yuwei quickly reached out and touched his forehead.
"Yuwei, don't mess around. I'm serious.”
"Lin Hao, Old Han's paintings are all fake. In addition, didn't you say that the painting in your hand has already been auctioned off on Treasure Island?”
"No, the one in my hand is actually real.”
"Genuine? Could it be that the one auctioned off on Treasure Island was a fake?”
"No." "The one auctioned off on Treasure Island is also real." Lin Hao shook his head and said.”
Liu Yuwei was speechless." Lin Hao, are you really feeling unwell? How could there be two real paintings in one painting?”
"Boom!"
At this moment, thunder boomed.
"Hualala!"
Heavy rain poured down from the night sky of Shangbin.
Liu Yuwei didn't have the time to ask any more questions. She quickly took out the raincoat she had prepared and put it on Lin Hao. Then, she took out the largest raincoat and covered the gas tank on the tricycle.
"Yuwei, be careful not to get wet. Also, remember to hold onto that painting. Don't let it get wet.”
Lin Hao urged as he pedaled the tricycle.
Liu Yuwei nodded and quickly covered herself with the red raincoat, holding the painting in her arms.
"Phew!"
The weather in Shangbin was strange and unpredictable. It was not easy for the wind to calm down just now, but now, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down. The wind was blowing again.
The branches and leaves of the surrounding trees were blown away. A few trash cans on both sides of the street were blown over, and the trash was scattered all over the ground. The cleaners must be busy.
At this moment, Lin Hao's tricycle driving skills came in handy.
At this moment, on the streets, many people on bicycles found it difficult to move. They could only get off the bike and push it with difficulty. Lin Hao, on the other hand, braved the wind and the tricycle moved forward tenaciously in the wind and rain.
"Proficiency 2!"
"Proficiency 3!"
A few days ago, Lin Hao rode the tricycle every day when he went out and closed his stall, so his tricycle driving skill had already reached the intermediate level.
Facing the wind and rain, Lin Hao's tricycle proficiency increased in an orderly manner. At the same time, the old three-wheeled motorcycle under his feet also tenaciously advanced.
......
Twenty minutes later.
"Pa da!"
The security door opened, and Lin Hao and Liu Yuwei stumbled home with gas cans, insulated boxes, and other big and small bags.
Lin Hao had just pedaled in the rain. Even though he was wearing a raincoat, he was still drenched. His T-shirt stuck to his body, and his short hair stuck to his scalp. It was unknown whether it was sweat or rain.
Liu Yuwei stood behind Lin Hao and was well protected, so she wasn't drenched.
Liu Yuwei put down the things in her hands and quickly went to the bathroom to take out a towel to help Lin Hao dry his hair.
"Alright, Yuwei, don't be so busy. I'm fine.”
Lin Hao held Liu Yuwei's hand and said with a smile.
Liu Yuwei blushed, but she let Lin Hao hold her hand.
It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing. The room should have been cool, but it seemed to be 'warming up'.
"Hmm? Oh right, that painting of yours!" Liu Yuwei suddenly slapped her forehead and took a step back. She ran to the door and hugged the incubator.
"You told me not to let the painting get wet, so I stuffed it into the incubator.”
Lin Hao took the painting from Liu Yuwei and patted her head with a smile." You're quite reliable."”
"Of course!" Liu Yuwei chuckled, revealing her two canine teeth.
"Oh, right, Lin Hao, you said that the painting was real. Is it real or fake?”Liu Yuwei blinked and asked again.
Lin Hao laughed." What do you mean by 'true or false?' You speak like a tongue twister."”
As he spoke, Lin Hao carefully peeled off the plastic sheet wrapped around the painting and took a red cloth from home to place on the table. Then, he carefully opened the 'Record of Birds.'
"Yuwei, did you know? Even if it was the same painting, there might not be only one authentic painting.”Lin Hao looked at the bird record in front of him and suddenly said.
"Of course, there is only one authentic painting. Could it be that the artist who painted this painting painted two identical paintings?”Liu Yuwei asked with a frown.
"Yuwei, when it comes to traditional Chinese painting and ink painting, many people might not know that there's an old art called painting dismantling.”
Lin Hao didn't beat around the bush and said directly," In the early years, a master could peel off the paper of a painting. Because the cooked Xuan paper used for painting was thicker, a painting could be torn into two or three pieces. A good painter could draw a lifelike painting that could penetrate the back of the paper. Even if the paper was torn into thin pieces, the painting would still look almost the same.”
At this point, Lin Hao stopped talking.
Liu Yuwei's pupils dilated." You mean that this so-called 'Chicken Flock Record' was also split into several parts, and one of them fell into our hands?”
Lin Hao corrected him helplessly,"It's the Record of Birds…" As for this painting, if I'm not wrong, it's indeed as you said.”
"Then wouldn't we be rich?" Liu Yuwei was about to jump up.”
Lin Hao rolled his eyes at her." You don't understand calligraphy and painting at all. Although in everyone's eyes, calligraphy and painting are worth millions, they are all ancient paintings. Mr. Wang Xuetao is a modern master. His paintings can't be auctioned for such a high price.”
After a pause, he continued," This painting was sold for 800,000 yuan at the auction. I think the ink color of the painting in our hands is slightly lighter. It should be the lowest layer of the paper. It can't be sold for that high a price, but it should be around 500,000 yuan."”
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