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

Although Lin Ran didn't want to take a trip into this muddy water.

But Mr. Qin's grandson has already brought it up. As an appraiser, if I can't give a satisfactory answer, I'm afraid it will leave a grudge.

He smiled and said: "As the leader of the four great talents in Jiangnan, Tang Yin created countless paintings. He was a person who did not seek glory and profit. He often improvised and would not leave his name at all. Therefore, no one knew how to welcome guests. The origin of pine is also very normal.”

Wang Shuai seized the opportunity, stood up and said: "You are talking nonsense. Since you didn't leave a name, how can you be sure that this is the authentic work of Tang Bohu."

Tang Bohu is good at creating freehand landscape paintings, and his paintings have some distinctive personal characteristics.

Among them, what it is best at is using a simple and natural painting style to embody a fresh and elegant artistic conception.

This painting is actually just one of the picture books in "The Sound of Pines on the Mountain Road", but it should have been lost. I don't know where Ma Zhen got it.

"Picture of Sound of Pines on Mountain Road" is a color painting on silk created by Tang Yin in the Ming Dynasty.

When Tang Yin was drawing silk, he came to Huangshan in person to study the cliffs.

After many months of consideration, we finally have a clear picture of Huangshan’s painted rock formations, deep ravines, and waterfalls and flowing springs.

The silk book perfectly reflects the lush green pines and old trunks of the mountainside.

But few people know that in order to draw perfect silk, Tang Bohu had created a large number of paintings before this.

These manuscripts did not stay with the silk, but he left them in Pinghu at the foot of the mountain.

Lin Ran pointed to the rugged mountain road in the landscape painting and said, "Have you seen this thatched house?"

At the inconspicuous bottom of the scroll, there is a winding path among the winding mountains.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

However, after Lin Ran reminded him, the depth of the picture emerged vividly on the page.

At the end of the path, I saw a person leaning on the railing, as if listening to the pine breeze.

Afterwards, the waiter followed with the piano.

This man was washing his pen with water, as if he was planning to describe the scenery in front of him.

It's just a corner of the scroll, but it's also lifelike, clear, meticulous, and full of charm.

"This is where Tang Yin lived at the foot of Huangshan Mountain. These paintings were not found from the house until Tang Yin passed away." Lin Ran explained.

Not only Mr. Qin, but also Tang Lanxuan came over at some point and carefully observed the landscape paintings.

Said: "It is indeed an authentic work. Only Tang Yin can draw this kind of brushwork. However, the scroll is indeed good, but the framing is still a bit unsatisfactory."

Tang Lanxuan suddenly remembered something and said to Mr. Qin: "Is Mr. Zhang here?"

"The old man is here." Tang Lanxuan remembered an old voice behind him.

This man is really an expert in calligraphy and painting research at the Palace Museum.

If Lin Ran's appraisal cannot convince everyone, Mr. Zhang's words will carry considerable weight.

"Director Tang, you must have remembered me. I have been standing here for a long time." Mr. Zhang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

"Come quickly and see if this is Tang Yin's authentic work." Director Tang had already helped him to the landscape painting.

Now, the four elders of the National Palace Museum have gathered together.

There was no chance for anyone else to interrupt.

Mr. Zhang's reputation in the field of calligraphy and painting appraisal is quite well established.

Countless calligraphy and paintings by famous artists were put in the Palace Museum after his appraisal.

Anyone who knows him is respectful and respectful when mentioning Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and painting appraisals.

Lin Ran had a few words with him in the lounge just now.

It can only be said that this person is too low-key.

Lin Ran was originally worried that Ma Zhen's stubborn temper would deliberately make things difficult for Mr. Zhang.

He quickly moved closer to Ma Zhen, trying to shut him up.

Unexpectedly, Ma Zhen seemed to know Mr. Zhang, so he obediently stepped aside and left the most suitable viewing position to the elders.

"What? Do you think I'm a fool?" Ma Zhen said.

Lin Ran said: "I'm not a fool, but you often don't act according to common sense."

"Haha, then you don't know me very well." Ma Zhen said, "It's just that I really don't like to get close to people. Some people don't deserve my kindness to them."

Ma Zhen seemed to be alive and well. Lin Ran smiled slightly and stopped talking.

The birthday party had become lively, and the guests stood up one after another and came to the calligraphy and painting.

The students also stood next to Mr. Zhang, wanting to hear how the elder appraised Tang Yin's landscape paintings.

Mr. Zhang had a straightforward temper and without any courtesy, he went directly to the landscape painting, took out a small magnifying glass and studied the calligraphy and painting.

He came closer to the painting and took a few glances, and was amazed: "My appraisal results are actually similar to those of Mr. Lin. Although the calligraphy and painting are very random, in fact, the artistic conception is full, and it should be authentic!"

Mr. Zhang also loves this piece of art and can't put it down, his eyes are full of appreciation.

Mr. Zhang gave Lin Ran the same evaluation, and he positively supported Lin Ran's identification results.

He is a master in the field of calligraphy and painting, and his appraisal of calligraphy and painting is not generally accurate.

Ordinary paintings cannot catch his eye at all.

"Old Qin, you have to keep this painting...if I steal it, don't ask me to give it back to you." Mr. Zhang joked.

"It's not your turn then." Mr. Qin looked excited and quickly asked Qin Zhongxing to put away the calligraphy and painting.

Qin Zhongxing originally had some objections to Ma Zhen, but seeing his grandfather so happy, he felt relieved.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Ma for your precious gift." Qin Zhongxing nodded to Ma Zhen.

Ma Zhen disagreed and said with a smile: "Haha, it's just a calligraphy and painting that has not been made public. If you see a more expensive gift later, you will have to jump up."

"A more expensive gift?" Mr. Qin opened his mouth in surprise.

Now, there are only two people who have not given gifts.

Ma Zhen glanced at Yuan Qianyun and said, "Beauty, if you have something good, come up with it and let everyone open your eyes. Otherwise, when Mr. Lin comes out with something, you won't have a chance to shine."

Yuan Qianyun stood up awkwardly and blushed.

She did prepare a gift today, but she didn't expect that it would conflict with Ma Zhen's.

What she brought was also a calligraphy and painting.

Yuan Qianyun nodded slightly and stood up.

At this time, everyone noticed that Yuan Qianyun was also holding a gift box.

Judging from the length and width, it looks like a calligraphy and painting.

The beautiful woman wanted to present a painting, so everyone consciously moved out of the way.

The students watching also began to whisper. The boys were full of envy, while the girls were a little jealous.

Yuan Qianyun blushed, came to Mr. Qin, and said, "Grandpa Qin, this is the gift my grandfather asked me to bring. It's a small gift, not a sign of respect."