Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Lin Ran smiled slightly: ""Wangchuan Picture" is actually a mural created by Wang Wei. I believe everyone has heard of a poem by Wang Wei called "Deer and Chai", right?"

Ke Liang thought for a while and couldn't explain why.

It was Jiang Li who read slowly: "There are no people in the empty mountain, but when you hear people's voices, you return to the scene and enter the deep forest, and the light shines on the moss again."

Lin Ran nodded: "Exactly. The mural of "Wangchuan Picture" depicts the scene of this poem."

After his reminder, Jiang Li discovered that there was indeed a poem from "Deer and Chai" at the bottom of this rubbing.

Because it was in block letters, I didn’t recognize it for a while.

The brushwork is vigorous and powerful, and the fonts are beautiful and rounded.

Even if the work is not written by Wang Wei himself, it is still written by everyone.

At this time, Ke Liang finally understood.

Because he felt that Lin Ran was indeed smarter than he thought.

"Mr. Lin, isn't Wang Wei just a poet? Can he also paint?"

Lin Ran smiled and said: "That's because the skills have been lost now. In ancient times, proficiency in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting was the basis for a talented person. Those who are capable can do anything, which refers to people like Wang Wei and Li Bai. Their Poetry is famous, and so are calligraphy and painting.”

The main reason why this happens is that I used to write with calligraphy.

What matters is the meaning of the writing.

Traditional Chinese painting, especially landscape painting, advocates the highest state of combining poetry with painting, poetry in painting, and the combination of poetry and painting.

This concept was passed down from the Tang Dynasty. There are folk rumors that it was Wang Wei who founded it. Later generations of painters also honored Wang Wei as the 'ancestor of the Southern Sect'.

When he recreated this painting, Wang Wei was already in his later years.

He retired to the countryside and bought a mountain villa owned by the contemporary poet Song Zhiwen.

After renovation, it became a place where he and his old friends gathered to drink and have fun. "

Ke Liang thought thoughtfully and said, "So that's it. This painting is actually the scenery of Wang Wei's villa in the forest."

"Exactly." Lin Ran nodded.

Ke Liang exclaimed: "No wonder the painting has a very unique artistic conception."

The boss also took the opportunity to praise Lin Ran: "As expected of Mr. Lin, he can see through the mystery at a glance. I admire him!"

This time, Ke Liang was completely convinced by Lin Ran, and a relaxed and carefree smile appeared on his face.

However, Jiang Li frowned.

Jiang Li was not willing to give up this painting, so he said: "The mural is indeed Wang Wei's work, but this is just a rubbing. In fact, rubbings can be found everywhere, and this rubbing may not be worth much."

Lin Ran smiled lightly, seeing what she was thinking, and just nodded.

In fact, it was not what she said, because the rubbings in front of her were extremely precious.

The earliest rubbings currently existing in China are from the Southern Song Dynasty.

It is difficult to preserve mural rubbings, mainly because the murals are carved on stone, and stone, unlike gold and diamonds, will weather over time.

Unless it is an ancient tomb that has not been excavated, the older the mural rubbings are, the higher their value will be.

The rubbing of "Wangchuan Picture" in front of me was actually Wang Wei's forest villa that had long been demolished.

And the stone monument he erected has actually been destroyed long ago.

In Lin Ran's impression, the only two surviving rubbings are the Chicago and Neon National Museum, and they are both copies.

The whereabouts of the actual original rubbings are unknown.

If nothing else, this is it.

Ke Liang's face darkened when he heard this.

He also knew what Jiang Li meant. In fact, because of his feelings for Jiang Li, it was not a bad idea to reluctantly part ways with her.

Besides, he didn't think the rubbings were valuable.

He looked at his sister, who looked like it had nothing to do with her. She was smiling and silent, obviously not wanting to interfere.

Really unreliable.

Forget it, he felt that everything Lin Ran said was true, but he also believed Jiang Li.

He said, "Okay, since you like Jiang Li, I will give it to you."

With just a wave of his hand, this treasure was transferred to Jiang Li.

Lin Ran was quite happy.

It is much better to fall into the hands of Jiang Hua than to fall into the hands of this second-hand antique vendor.

Jiang Li helped Lin Ran collect the rubbings, and Lin Ran whispered: "It's Miss Jiang who has the final say."

"What are you talking about? This is a replica."

"Indeed, there were only copies before, but now it's different. The original rubbings have been found." Lin Ran raised his eyebrows.

But he deliberately turned his back to Ke Liang to prevent this guy from being irritated again.

"What evidence do you have?" Jiang Li asked instead without directly denying it.

Lin Ran handed the rubbing in his hand to Jiang Li, pretending to pack up the other rubbings as if nothing had happened, and said: "This is the last frame of the rubbing, with a signature on it. And the signature is complete, it is Wang Wei's original work. It is not difficult to judge. This is the most original rubbing."

Jiang Li picked up the rubbing and looked at it.

Then he opened his mouth but said nothing.

Smiled: "Please keep it confidential, Mr. Lin."

"If I wanted to say it, I should have said it earlier." Lin Ran also smiled.

Seeing the two of them chatting so happily, Ke Liang hesitated to speak.

He was a little reluctant and wanted to step forward to help clean up.

But Jiang Li refused, and he couldn't help anymore, so he could only stare from the sidelines.

In the end, Ke Liang was still a little unwilling and asked: "Mr. Lin, if I were to auction this set of rubbings, what do you think the market price would be?"

Lin Ran rolled his eyes and said, "I'm afraid I can't reply to you because the value of some items cannot be estimated. This is true for the original rubbings. Due to the large number of copies and the unclear age, the auction price may be slightly lower. But I can guarantee that the value of this rubbing will definitely not be higher than the 2 yuan you want me to give you."

"Of course, it's normal to be a bit taller than the black glaze paper-cut plum vase with clouds and phoenix patterns just now."

The words seemed to say everything, but also seemed to say nothing.

Ke Liang had a strange expression. Anyway, he had already promised to give it to Jiang Li, so it was too late to regret.

Now I'm just looking for an excuse to go back and give Dad an explanation.

As for his sister, she has been watching the fun and can't help at all.

As for Boss Tian, ​​he was completely surprised.

The happiest person is of course Jiang Li.

But she seems to be very good at hiding her emotions, so she behaves calmly.

It would be strange to be unhappy if you could harvest such a treasure.

Today I can finally feel proud in front of my grandpa.

Jiang Li also looked at Lin Ran with scrutiny again.

Suddenly I felt that although he was young, he had a stable mentality and a very good knowledge. He could clearly identify antiques in just a few minutes, and he could describe things clearly in simple words.

This completely overturned Jiang Li's understanding of the younger generation of treasure appraisers in the capital.

Her first impression when she met Lin Ran was that he was too young and unreliable.

But grandpa insisted on testing him by himself, and happened to meet Ke Liang asking for help, so he brought Lin Ran here.

I originally thought that if Lin Ran couldn't see the reason, she could still give some valuable reference opinions.

Now it seems that she thought too much.