Chapter 81 On the Picture of Tang Bohu's Alias
Xu Desheng felt that his hands were shaking a little, which was tense. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down, but it was of no use at all.
Xu Desheng simply stopped and turned to look at Zhu Deyuan who was standing beside him.
"Old man Zhu, why don't you come."
Xu Desheng was a little worried that his trembling hands would damage the ancient paintings he had finally taken out of the oil-paper bag.
"Humph!"
"Old man Xu, you are so useless!"
"It's just an ancient painting. I'm afraid of wolves before and tigers later? My hands are shaking, and I look down on you."
"Go away and let me come!"
Zhu Deyuan pushed Xu Desheng aside, and stood by the table, he stretched out his hand to spread out the ancient painting, but just as he stretched out his hand, it immediately stopped in mid-air.
"Is it impossible?"
"Is it true?"
"Is it really that person's painting?"
Zhu Deyuan looked at the name of the person in the half-opened painting, his eyes widened in disbelief, and now he finally understood why Xu Desheng was so excited just now.
"It should be right!"
"It's that person's painting!"
"Old man Zhu, didn't you say you are very promising?"
"What's your hand shaking?"
Xu Desheng began to ridicule Zhu Deyuan.
"There is no way!"
"I love this man's drawings so much!"
"No! Not only do I like this person's paintings very much, but there are many people who like this person's words. Although this person's words have been handed down a lot, but there are too many people who like them. As long as everyone gets his paintings, everyone will Collection, it will not change hands at all, which directly leads to a result, if you want to buy this person, it is very difficult, every painting is sky-high!"
Zhu Deyuan sighed and withdrew his hand. He knew that his current state of excitement was definitely not suitable for spreading out ancient paintings. There is a high chance that his trembling hands would tear the ancient paintings. This kind of thing really happened. If you do, you will definitely become the sinner of the nation.
Song Yun was standing beside him. Seeing this situation, he couldn't stand it for a while. He didn't speak. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and opened the entire ancient painting.
Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng were so frightened that they almost jumped up, and the two old faces couldn't help but change color immediately.
"Song Yun, what are you doing?!"
"Can you afford to damage this painting?!"
Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng pointed at Song Yun and cursed.
"This is my painting. I picked it up and leaked it. I can do whatever I want. No one can control it if I throw it on the stove and set it on fire!"
Song Yun said while laughing and turned back.
Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng were speechless. This painting belonged to Song Yun. As the master, he could deal with it as he wanted. Others really couldn't control it.
"Two old gentlemen, stop worrying about this matter!"
"Now that the ancient painting has been opened, shouldn't it be properly identified?"
Tang Miaomiao laughed inwardly, Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng were worried that they would damage the ancient paintings if they were not careful, Song Yun was different. Know the fragility of ancient paintings.
Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng's attention was immediately diverted, and the two of them bent down and began to carefully identify the ancient painting.
Song Yun stood on the side and felt a little bored when he looked at it. Although he spent his life trying to crunch all kinds of antique collection materials, after all, he had been in the industry for too long, and he didn't get involved in many things, one of which was Calligraphy and painting, the painting in front of him is far beyond his ability, and he can't understand it at all.
Zhu Deyuan, Xu Desheng and Tang Miaomiao watched with relish.
The ancient painting spread out on the table is an ink on paper, the heart is 120 cm long, the inscription is 140 cm long and 32 cm wide. There are mountains in the distance, bamboo fences of thatched cottages nearby, pines and mountain springs beside them, the morning mist is entangled in the mist, and there is a quiet atmosphere. , looking at the green mountains, the sun rises to the east. At the end of the painting, there is a running script inscription "Wu Jun Tang Yin made for the Moon Lanyang", a round seal of Zhu Wen's "Wu Chi", a square seal of Zhu Wen's "Tang Bohu", and a square seal of Zhu Wen's "Xueping Heart Appreciation". After the scroll, there is a poem "Lanyang Pian" by Zhu Yunming in Xingkai calligraphy.
"Do you think this will be Tang Yin's painting?"
Elder Zhu De's face was wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and he stared at the paintings spread out on the table, his eyes almost falling out.
"Definitely! There is no accident!" Xu Desheng nodded without hesitation, "Wu Jun Tang Yin painted for Lanyang, and the inscription of the painting is clearly written, there is nothing to doubt it!"
"There have been many schools of painting in the history of China, and the Wumen School of Painting is one of them. It developed into the middle of the Ming Dynasty and became one of the largest schools. It enjoys a high reputation in the history of painting and is very important to the painting style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties for more than 400 years. The representative figures of this school of painting include Shen Zhou, Wen Zhengming, Qiu Ying, etc. Among them, Tang Yin, who has the highest artistic achievement, is known as the three masterpieces of calligraphy and painting. There are no landscapes, figures, flowers and birds, and pavilions. Not refined, the composition of his paintings is simple, the layers are clear, and the density is consistent. It integrates the skills of the Song Dynasty and the style of the Yuan people's brush and ink.
"I agree with Xu Lao. This is indeed Tang Yin's painting, and there is no problem with the style of painting."
Tang Miaomiao nodded, and to identify a painting, it is very important to look at the technique and style. The painting in front of him has no problem in this regard, it is indeed the work of Tang Bohu.