The Book of Appreciation

Several people laughed after hearing what Zheng Zhuya said, and Wen Yaru said half-truthfully:

"Okay, Xiaoya is really different from Master Meng. She even has the heart to fight for strength! Young people, that's how it should be. She's just like your father, lifeless all day long. What's the matter?" head?"

Zheng Zhuya didn't speak, but her slender eyebrows were furrowed into a ball, obviously trying to organize her words. Old Zheng was blowing his beard and staring at Wen Yaru, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear of disturbing his good girl's train of thought.

"In my opinion, these paintings are six fakes and four real! Among them, Cai Xiang's ruler slip, Jin Nong's "Bitter Bamboo Picture", Castiglione's "Ladies Picture", Zhu Da's "Slender Bamboo Picture" are true, Ren Bonian's This one, I thought it was real before, but when I saw it today, I thought it was fake again.”

"Oh, tell me, where is the truth and where is the fake?"

Old Zheng's eyes lit up, since this good girl joined Master Meng, her personality has improved a lot, but for these ten paintings, today is the first time she has expressed her opinion since she started as a teacher, and it seems that she has improved a lot.

"Then let me start with what I think is simple. This ruler letter by Cai Xiang should be called Chengxintang stickers. The full text is written in regular script, with a regular structure and a slightly flat style. They are all very handsome, neat and graceful. The letter is signed in the year of "Gui Mao" (1063), when Cai Xiang was 52 years old, this is the representative work of his advocating the style of calligraphy in his later years. The exquisite paper quality, Coupled with Cai Xiang's elegant and solemn ink marks, this "Chengxintang" post is particularly beautiful and moving. Castiglione's "Lady Picture" has a very obvious combination of Chinese and Western styles, and according to China's aesthetic habits, it also uses light. It has been adjusted, which is an important feature of Lang's style, Jinnong..."

Zheng Zhuya's commentary on each painting involves a variety of painting and calligraphy techniques, and he is very familiar with the artist himself and the historical background at that time.Regardless of whether the judgment of true or false is wrong, it is worthy of recognition to be able to achieve this level.So Wu Di and the others warmly applauded and gave encouragement.

Zheng Zhuya finished everything she could think of in one breath, and looked at the smiling father, and felt a little proud, your daughter will never let you down!

Seeing the gazes of the three people all focus on his face, Wu Di couldn't help but smile wryly:

"Sister Xiaoya, I've offended you. It's true that you're making six false fours, but..."

"Oh? Xiao Wu has a different opinion? Tell me, how is it different from Xiaoya's?"

When Old Zheng heard that Wu Di was also sure that six were false and four were true, and that his judgment was different from Zheng Zhuya's, his eyes lit up and he urged.

"First of all, Jinnong's "Bitter Bamboo Picture" is true, and Zhao Mengfu's "Dead Wood, Bamboo and Stone Picture" and Ren Bonian's "Wild Bamboo Picture" are true."

"No more? Didn't you say six false and four true? Where is one true?"

When Wen Yaru heard that Wu Di had said three authentic works, he couldn't help asking.

"Wen Tong's picture of ink and bamboo is half-truth, and Castiglione's "Lady's Picture" is also half-truth, and the two pictures combined can be one real!"

"Oh? There are still half-truths and half-false stories about this painting? Could it be that one person painted half of it? But it's impossible. How can two people's styles and brushes be exactly the same?"

Wen Yaru pondered for a while, but didn't understand what Wu Di meant, and Zheng Zhuya looked at him unconvinced, if according to what he said, wouldn't she be wrong in eight and a half out of ten pictures?As a future connoisseur who has been exposed to these paintings since childhood, how can she accept this?

Wu Di looked at the expressions of the two of them, and smiled helplessly. He didn't expect to offend the little girl so much.None of them noticed Lao Zheng's expression at this time. When Wu Di told the three authentic works, Lao Zheng looked very surprised. When Wu Di told half-truths, even though he tried his best to cover up, the twisted and trembling muscles on his face Having betrayed his heart, I'm afraid that at this moment it will be as difficult to calm down as a stormy sea.

Zheng Zhuya read Cai Xiang's ruler again, and still felt that there was no problem, so she asked:

"Brother Ang, this ruler letter is definitely Cai Xiang's handwriting. I don't know where you judged it to be fake?"

Wu Di smiled wryly to himself, from Brother Wu Di to Brother Angus, it seems that there is a one-letter difference, and the distance has been shortened a lot.However, he didn't have any other thoughts, what did he care about?

"This ruler copy is extremely authentic, and there are almost no flaws in the handwriting. However, to appraise a calligraphy and painting work, we should look at it from both soft and hard aspects. The soft refers to the author's brushwork and artistic conception, and the hard one The paper, pen and ink and some seals used for it..."

Zheng Zhuya reacted quickly, opened her mouth and shouted out the meaning behind Wu Di,

"You mean there's something wrong with the paper?"

"That's right, this paper is the Chengxintang paper pasted on it. This kind of paper was extremely rare in the Northern Song Dynasty, so Pan Gu, a famous ink maker at that time, was also a famous paper maker. Product. The poet Mei Yaochen wrote a poem for it, saying: "Chengxin paper comes out of Xin'an County, and it is more than enough to touch the moon and knock on the ice; Panhou can not only make paper, but also engrave the dragon's tail on the fine ribbed inkstone. "Song imitation Chengxintang paper made by Pan Gu, the paper is like a membrane, hard and clean like jade, thin and smooth, it is the best..."

"Are you saying that this paper is Chengxintang paper copied by Pan Gu? What does that matter? Still can't you say that this word was not written by Cai Xiang?"

"Hey, girl, just admit defeat. Cai Xiang was born in 1012 and died in 1067, and Pan Gu was a famous craftsman after Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty. There is a gap of several decades. How could Cai Xiang use this kind of paper? writing?"

As if seeing a ghost, Zheng Zhuya's eyes changed when she looked at Wu Di. How could this person be so powerful?

"Oh, I've studied it for half my life, and I only know it's fake, but I don't know where the fake is. I didn't expect Xiao Wu to be able to tell the truth in one word. Admiration, admiration!"

Old Zheng was much better than his daughter, but he also sighed.

After being silent for half a minute, Zheng Zhuya plucked up her courage and asked:

"What about Castiglione's paintings?"

"Lang Shining, Ai Qimeng, Wang Zhicheng, and An Deyi are collectively known as the four foreign painters of the Qing Dynasty. Among them, Wang Zhicheng's paintings pay more attention to anatomical structures, full of three-dimensional sense and fur texture..."

"I understand, this is Wang Zhicheng's imitation of Castiglione's painting, but why..."

Wu Di shook his head and said:

"I'm sure this is Wang Zhicheng's painting, but I don't know why he imitated Castiglione, and it was accepted by Prince Yi. This is why I said it is half-true. Although the painting is fake, its value is not inferior to the original one. , even because of this imitation character, it is even more valuable!"

"What about the other half-truth? What do you say?"

"Zheng Banqiao imitated Wentong's "Ink Bamboo Picture"!"

Wen Yaru suddenly jumped up against the table, startling everyone, only to hear him say:

"Good boy, let me tell you how you commented on the painting when you looked at it, it looks like the person it is, and it has a strong character! So you could see that it was imitated by Zheng Banqiao at that time!"

At this moment, Lao Zheng and Zheng Zhuya remembered that the first painting Wu Di saw was the "Ink Bamboo Picture". At that time, his evaluation confused them for a while, so it was because of this!

"Zhao Mengfu's "Painting of Dead Wood, Bamboo and Stone" is relatively easy to identify. Although there is only one letter difference from "Picture of Ancient Wood, Bamboo and Stone" in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, people who are accustomed to the surname will think it is fake, but no matter from the artistic conception, painting technique, brush and ink, In terms of paper, seals, etc., there is no half flaw, so he is really. Ren Bonian's "Wild Bamboo Picture" should be his work before the age of 30. Although he is not very mature, he has a mixture of virtual and real, thick and light, rich and rich. The poetic and picturesque, fresh and smooth unique style has been revealed. We can't think that this painting is fabricated just because he hasn't painted bamboo since then!"

Wu Di finished his judgment in one breath, glanced at the three of them, and picked up the water cup to drink tea silently.

For a moment, the house was deadly quiet!

Zheng Zhuya was stunned for a while, opened the scrolls one by one, and carefully looked at several paintings that Wu Di said were fakes, her slender eyebrows knit into a ball unconsciously.

"Among these imitations, the one by Cai Xiang is also very valuable for collection. Not only is the paper used in the Northern Song Dynasty, but the time of the imitation is also in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is very likely that it was imitated by his descendants. Generally speaking, the batch of Uncle Zheng The collection, regardless of whether it is true or not, deserves a well-deserved evaluation of every piece of fine work!"

Seeing that Zheng Zhuya seemed suspicious, Wu Di shook his head and said:

"It's not Cai Jing."

Zheng Zhuya smiled, nodded, and continued to look at the painting. Suddenly, Old Zheng stood up abruptly. He picked up the teacup and said to Wu Di:

"Come on, Brother Wu, I'll toast you with tea instead of wine!"

He was so excited that his seniority was messed up!

As soon as Wu Di raised the cup, Lao Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand and touched Wu Di fiercely. With a crisp sound of "Dang", Wu Di was so frightened that he hurriedly took the cup away, which accidentally wet those Painting is a big crime!

Old Zheng drank all the water in the teacup in one gulp, not even letting go of the tea leaves, chewed them casually a few times, swallowed them whole, and then shouted to the sky:

"Happy! Really happy! Old man, did you hear that? 21 years, 21 years! Finally someone has solved your mystery!"