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

Lin Ran was wary in his heart.

Because the smell permeating the air reminded him of the smell he had smelled in the ancient tomb before.

"Why are there bluebells here?" Lin Ran looked for a moment and found a hint of bluebells in the scent of sandalwood.

This is the herb in the tomb of the Queen of Jin that can control people's thoughts.

"Ahem." Lin Ran pretended to cough, causing Chen Songyang to roll his eyes, "The scent of sandalwood in your store is too strong."

"In order to ensure the dryness of the shop, we often use aromatherapy for calligraphy and painting, so it is normal to have this smell. Aren't you from the antique circle? Don't you have this habit?"

"No, I don't collect calligraphy and paintings." Lin Ran smiled.

In fact, every calligraphy and painting he took out was infinitely higher than Chen Songyang's collection.

Chen Songyang never looked back and looked extremely arrogant.

To be honest, Lin Ran felt a little uncomfortable.

He has met not only a thousand but also a hundred famous people, and no famous craftsman has ever treated others with this kind of attitude.

Geniuses are a little aloof, but they are definitely not arrogant.

Unexpectedly, the corridor was so long. Lin Ran followed Chen Songyang and walked a long way before reaching the inner hall.

This is not so much a corridor as...

Lin Ran had a horrifying thought.

It's better to say it's a corridor.

Because both sides of the corridor are closed, although there are various flowers and trees planted in the yard, the corridor is tightly wrapped by the wall.

The only difference from the corridor is that there are some rooms on both sides of the corridor.

Guessing Lin Ran's thoughts, Chen Songyang said: "I like a clean painting environment, so I isolated the corridor so that I can enjoy the natural scenery in the courtyard alone."

"You'll still enjoy it," Tong Yang joked from the side.

But it's of no use, because Chen Songyang doesn't seem to be a person with a sense of humor.

Finally, we came to the inner hall. The place finally seemed relatively normal, and the scent of sandalwood in the air also dissipated a lot.

Lin Ran pinched his thigh hard.

But his small movements were noticed by Chen Songyang.

"What are you doing?" Chen Songyang frowned.

"It's a little itchy, please scratch it." Lin Ran smiled.

Chen Songyang showed a confused look, but there was a hint of disgust and disgust in his eyes, as if his plan had been seen through, and he was a little unhappy.

But he felt it was impossible, so he turned around.

"We've arrived at my studio." Chen Songyang said coldly.

The way Chen Songyang looked at him just now made Lin Ran feel extremely cold.

He definitely has a conspiracy.

Lin Ran couldn't be wrong. This kind of person was a selfish guy.

He became even more wary. The pain he felt just now told him that this was not a dream, and Tong Yang next to him looked quite normal.

Isn't it a bluebell?

But what did the look in his eyes mean just now?

There is also the weird structure of this room. It is absolutely impossible to say that Chen Songyang did not hide any secrets.

"Mr. Lin, come and take a look at this calligraphy and painting." Chen Songyang stood in front of a glass window.

Unexpectedly, there are a large number of display cabinets in his own studio.

Lin Ran took a closer look and saw that among the display cabinets was "Returning Home on a Rainy Night"!

The author of this painting is none other than Wen Zhengming, one of the four well-known Jiangnan talents.

Wen Zhengming is the orthodox successor of the Wu School of Painting. He and Tang Yin grew up together and traveled together since childhood.

But he doesn't have Tang Yin's talent. Even though he was born in an official career, his life has not been smooth.

He participated in the imperial examination many times but failed. Finally, Prince Ning, who was interested in his talent, wanted to win over him, but he rejected him outright.

I didn't enter the Hanlin Academy until I was 50 years old. I couldn't bear to see people taking advantage of others, not seeking knowledge, and studying the behavior of building relationships all day long. I resigned angrily because I didn't want to join them.

From then on, I placed my love among the mountains and rivers and enjoyed the joy of the countryside.

It can be seen that Wen Zhengming was an upright and moderate person. Although future generations will praise him, it also reflects one thing from the side, that is, he is extremely conservative and has his own ambitions.

Applause but not seat.

It was not until the death of all his mentors and friends, and Wen Zhengming entered his forties, that he had an epiphany and became a master of the Wu School.

And this painting "Returning Home on a Rainy Night" was a work he created when he was 80 years old.

A huge mountain stretches across the sky, and clouds surround the trees;

The water flowed two thousand feet in the mountains, and there was no trace of it in the local streams.

"This painting really vividly depicts the artistic conception of night rain in the mountains and flowing springs under the trees." Lin Ran said with admiration.

"Yeah." Chen Songyang finally had a smile on his face. Lin Ran still had a certain foundation in appreciation, especially the two verses quoted just now. They were borrowed, but they were incorporated with his own thoughts and had no talent. There is no way to describe this kind of painting.

Chen Songyang was about to ask about the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting.

Lin Ran spoke first.

"It's a pity that the artistic conception of this painting is already in place, but a fake is still a fake after all."

Not to mention Chen Songyang, even Tong Yang was stunned.

Lin Ran was praising this painting just now, but why did he turn his face away from the person?

Lin Ran smiled and said: "The artistic conception of this painting is too perfect, so it is not Wen Zhengming's work."

"Why did you say that?" Chen Songyang asked anxiously, not angry.

This inquiry made Lin Ran more certain that he had a problem.

Because a normal collector would ask how he could tell it was a fake at this time.

He obviously already knew that it was a fake, but he didn't ask any more questions.

"The painting style of this painting is exactly the same as that of Wen Zhengming. If you haven't seen the original painting, it would be difficult to make up the authenticity."

"Have you seen the real thing?"

"That's right." Lin Ran nodded, "I'm from the capital. The authentic calligraphy and painting of this painting is collected in the National Museum. Sir, you should know that, right?"

Lin Ran raised his eyebrows deliberately.

Chen Songyang wanted to nod at first, but suddenly realized something and shook his head like a rattle, "Mr. Lin, are you kidding? If I knew this was a fake, how could I buy it."

His first thought was to reject it.

Just as Lin Ran guessed, he probably didn't buy the calligraphy and painting from somewhere at all, but painted it himself.

But the artist of this painting is completely opposite to the works outside.

No one is perfect, even Li Yuanhao, who is good at Southern Song Dynasty painting style, will have some difficulty when painting Tang paintings.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold.

Unless you are a true genius with a photographic memory, it is absolutely impossible to achieve perfection.

"The characterization is perfect and the expressions are vivid, but this is not the style of Wen Zhengming or the Wu School of painting." Lin Ran said expressionlessly.

Compared with Lin Ran, Chen Songyang's face was much more expressive, and the fat was squeezed into one lump.