Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"Look for yourself!" The man in the sunglasses didn't bother to say anything, he opened the ancient painting, stood up, and held it in his hand so that she could see clearly.

Duanmu Baolian raised her head and looked at it in a daze. There was nothing special about this painting. It was drawn in plain ink and painted with light colors. It is not unusual in ancient calligraphy and painting. It depicts a beautiful fairy with double rings, Standing against the wind, the clothes and shoes are flamboyant, looking forward to shine.

Although it was only a light color, Duanmu Baolian only took a look at it, and felt that the fairy in the painting was flying upwards, holding a lotus flower in her hand, and she seemed to be alive. There is a feeling of wind blowing.

Duanmu Baolian recalled that she had seen this kind of painting style with simple strokes of ink and brush and light colors. She had seen it before in the Internet—yes, she had seen it in Zengjin, which is what the painting saint Wu Daozi is best at. 87 Immortals" is such a style, but it is said that Wu Daozi is best at creating murals, and paper paintings seem to have become extinct.

Duanmu Baolian reached out to touch it, she wanted to see if this painting was real or fake?There are many imitations of Wu Daozi in all dynasties, but the original works are said to have disappeared.

However, when her fingers touched the painting, a golden aura filled the air, no worse than when she touched the Ru kiln celadon just now, or even worse.

"A famous painting comparable to Ruci?" Duanmu Baolian was stunned. Could it be that it is really Wu Daozi's authentic work? Is this impossible?For a long time, it has been said that the works of painting saints have become extinct, so where are the authentic works circulating?

"No..." Duanmu Baolian stared blankly at the fairy beauty in the ancient painting, graceful and graceful, but that face...how did she get more and more familiar with it?That's right, that face became more and more familiar the more he looked at it, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

For a moment, Duanmu Baolian was in a daze, and after about 30 seconds, she suddenly became agitated, looked at the man in sunglasses, and asked, "Where did this painting come from? Why is it like this?"

The fairy in the painting was clearly her appearance, Duanmu Baolian touched her face, and looked at the man in the sunglasses with a dazed expression.

"When I saw you when I entered the door just now, I felt very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before." The man in the sunglasses smiled wryly, "I think this is a coincidence. Take a look, no matter whether this painting is authentic or not, None of this stuff is modern.”

"I'm going out to buy a piece of tofu." Duanmu Baolian said, "Don't stop me."

The man in the sunglasses was stunned for a moment, then he understood, and said: "You want to go out to buy a piece of tofu and hit your head to death. I have no objection, and it has nothing to do with me. But, miss, please hit me after I die. I don't want to bear the burden." The crime of murder, especially, I am worried that the police will convict me like this - robbing a house, shooting to death a little girl in an antique shop with a piece of tofu, suspected to be a master insider."

The man in sunglasses found that this girl was still very funny, so he didn't care to tease her.

"This one really looks like... Damn, why is this?" Duanmu Baolian said, "Do I look very similar to ancient people?"

"This kind of illusory picture of a fairy is mostly a fantasy in the author's mind." The man in the sunglasses had no choice but to comfort her, "I can only say that the young lady is beautiful and fits the image of a fairy in an ancient painter's mind."