Tianyan Jianbao

Chapter 145
Mr. Fang put on a pair of reading glasses while talking, and began to carefully look at the binding of the painting. He was still muttering to himself, and he heard Wang Haoming who was beside him a little puzzled.

Luo Feng did have a certain understanding of binding, after explaining to Wang Haoming, Wang Haoming finally understood the meaning of what Mr. Fang said.

Because the old man has already concluded in his heart that the binding of this painting must have been done by a certain master before liberation, but why such a complicated and costly binding method is used to frame a fake painting makes old man Fang puzzled It's solved.

Mr. Fang took off his gloves, found a magnifying glass, carefully looked at the painting from the beginning to the end, and touched the material of the scroll with his hand. It took more than ten minutes before he took it down. Eyes, sat back on the chair, but frowned and said nothing.

The old man was really puzzled at the moment, this painting is undoubtedly a fake.

However, the craftsmanship of its binding is very advanced, and there is still a problem in it. Since it is an advanced technique, the materials used, whether it is sky poles, ground poles, wooden poles, paper tubes, shaft heads, etc., will It is to choose good materials.

Before liberation, the shaft heads used were even made of precious sandalwood.

There are two problems that entangle the old man. First, since the most complicated binding process is used, why use these relatively poor materials.The reason why Fang Quye didn't look at it carefully just now is also because the material is too poor.

The second is naturally why it took so much effort to frame such a fake.

No matter where they are in, the people who can be the top in their profession must be some extremely persistent people, and the old man is no exception. Grandmaster.In what state of mind did you install this work?

"Boy Luo, where did your painting come from?"

Old Master Fang spoke up, and asked Luo Feng who was at the side who was a little confused.Just now Luo Feng also went to the table to have a look at this painting, it is indeed a fake, it can be seen from the paper, it will not be from the period of the Republic of China.

"Grandpa Fang, I've already told you that this painting is not mine." Luo Feng replied dumbfounded.

"Oh, that's right. It belongs to this young man. What's your name, young man? Can you tell me about the origin of this painting?"

From entering the room in the capital, Mr. Fang didn't think of asking Wang Haoming's name until now, but Wang Haoming was not angry. Anyone who lived to be over 80 years old would probably not be interested in asking everyone he had met. name.

Wang Haoming introduced himself, and then told about the black market auction. There is nothing to hide, but he deliberately emphasized that he was pushed away by others and bought it on impulse.

Although it only cost 1000 yuan, I wanted to keep it as a souvenir, so I found Luo Feng and asked Mr. Fang for it.

Old Master Fang sat back on the chair, pondered for a while, then stood up, and said to Luo Feng: "Go and call Xiao Lu, just say that I don't have time today and ask him to come back another day."

Luo Feng agreed, and took out his phone to make a call. Wang Haoming heard it clearly from the side. It turned out that the little Lu that the old man was talking about was actually the shopkeeper Lu who had acquaintance with him.

Wang Haoming couldn't help laughing in his heart, wondering what kind of expression the shopkeeper Lu, who was also a young age, would have when he was called Xiao Lu.

"Young man. Take this painting away. Come with me, and Luo Feng will also be with you."

Seeing that Luo Feng had finished making the phone call, Mr. Fang stood up and walked to a room next to the living room.After Wang Haoming put away the scroll on the table, he and Luo Feng followed behind.

In a more popular saying, this room should be Mr. Fang's studio. The room is very spacious, with windows on three sides, all of which are transparent glass, with very good light transmission and very bright.

In the middle of the room, there is a table with a height of about one meter and a wooden structure with a smooth and flat surface.There are many items placed on the countertop in various ways, although it is not messy, it gives people a sense of order.

While explaining the tools in the room to Wang Haoming, Luo Feng taught Wang Haoming a lesson, as if he wanted to return the anger he received to Wang Haoming.

"This is the copy table, the pens, the pressing brush, the ruler and the cutting board. The stone? That is the code stone, also called the grinding stone, which is used for polishing and smoothing the back of the sock."

Wang Haoming also felt novelty coming here, it was rare that Luo Feng wanted to be a teacher, so he asked one by one, but Mr. Fang became impatient, and let out a heavy "hum".

He said to Wang Haoming: "Young man, come here, spread out this painting on the copy table, boy Luo, what do you want to do, don't make trouble here."

Luo Feng scratched his head and stopped talking, he was not stupid, the old man's behavior just now made him feel something was wrong, so he naturally wanted to stay and see what is so mysterious about this painting.

The copy table is made of glass tabletop, with a built-in fluorescent lamp. On the top of the copy table, there is also a fluorescent lamp, which is used for uncovering old paintings that must have extremely strong light.In order to avoid damage to the old paintings due to carelessness.

Wang Haoming unfolded the scroll and spread it on the copy table. Mr. Fang first turned on the fluorescent lamp on the table. After observing for a while, he turned on the fluorescent lamp at the top of the table. Under the strong light, he wanted to see what would happen. .

After a while, Mr. Fang shook his head in disappointment, and turned off both lamps.

"Go fetch a basin of water."

The old man kept his eyes on the scroll, and after he gave an order, Wang Haoming quickly picked up the washbasin in the corner of the room, walked outside the door, and brought in a plate of water.

When Wang Haoming came in, he found that the top and bottom poles and the shaft head of the painting scroll had been taken off by Mr. Fang, leaving only a picture scroll. Seeing Wang Haoming coming in, the old man waved to him and motioned for him to walk over.

When Wang Haoming brought the washbasin over, the old man dipped a brush the size of a nail clipper into the water, and then brushed against the lower left corner of the painting scroll. So good, the brush gets absorbed as soon as it touches the paper.

Then the old man continued to dip in the water to brush. After three or five times, the area about five or six centimeters square in the lower left corner was soaked.

After waving his hands to let Wang Haoming take the basin away, Mr. Fang stretched out two fingers and rubbed the corners slightly.

The picture scroll that was originally one piece was immediately divided into two pieces of paper, but the three pieces of paper Wang Haoming imagined did not appear. If this trick is discovered in this way, then the person who installed the picture in the first place spent so much money in vain. Work done.

"Xiao Wang, right? I suspect there is another mystery in this painting. I want to reveal a few more layers on the rice paper. It's just that the cooked rice paper used in this painting is relatively brittle. It may be damaged, what do you mean?"

If this painting belonged to Luo Feng, I am afraid that the old man would have done it right away, but the owner of the painting is Wang Haoming, so he naturally had to ask first, otherwise the painting will be uncovered and damaged. If there is nothing inside, it is It's hard to explain, although he is a master of the generation of bookbinding, he still has to be responsible to the guests.

At this time, Wang Haoming was already happy in his heart, but he was still a little surprised by the old man's words.He asked with doubts on his face, "How many more layers can be uncovered for such a thin painting?"

"Others can't, of course I can. Tell me, if you agree, I'll reveal it, if you don't agree, take the painting away." Mr. Fang replied simply.

Wang Haoming pretended to think for a while, and then said: "Okay, Grandpa Fang, anyway, this painting is fake. Let's spend 1000 yuan to see your old craftsmanship."

"It's hard to say whether it's true or not now."

The old man replied meaningfully.It's not that he thinks Wang Haoming can see through the mystery, but that he has already guessed nine out of ten in his heart.

Seeing Wang Haoming nodding his head in agreement, the old man also got excited, rolled up his sleeves, and took out many bottles and cans in the room, as if he was dispensing medicine, and poured some into the basin. Both Wang Haoming and Luo Feng looked at it. He asked Wang Haoming to stir the liquid he didn't understand.

After Wang Haoming stirred it for about 10 minutes, the paste-like liquid in the basin turned transparent and very thin. After the old man saw it, he took the washbasin over, put it under his feet, and then Put the "Li Duanduan Picture" upside down and spread it on the table.

Then Mr. Fang found a brand new row brush, put the soft end into the basin, waited until the transparent liquid soaked the row brush, and immediately brushed on the back of the painting.

Using force with one hand, it is as easy as writing calligraphy, and the force is even. In a moment, the painting has been completely covered with this transparent liquid.

Before it was over, the old man found a hand-pressed watering can from the room, and sprayed it on the painting painted with transparent liquid. The spout of this can was very fine, and the sprayed water was basically in the form of mist.

After the water came into contact with the painting, it melted into it immediately, but Wang Haoming and Luo Feng, who watched carefully with their eyes wide open, found that the water was only attached to the surface of the painting, and did not seep in at all.

"Okay, you two go outside and wait."

Seeing the critical juncture, Mr. Fang issued an order to evict the guests, which made Wang Haoming and Luo Feng very frustrated. It was like watching a football match. When the striker started to shoot an empty goal, the power went out, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

However, the law is not passed on to the six ears. These old artists attach great importance to the inheritance of the teacher's etiquette, and the technique of exposing layers is very easy to be used by some people with bad intentions.

Luo Feng and Wang Haoming are not his students, so naturally they can't let them see the core technology of delamination. You must know that in today's society, there are absolutely few people with such technology.

Before liberation, there were some craftsmen in order to make huge profits.Will do some peel-off socks.

Everyone knows that the ink used on rice paper is very easy to stain, and almost every layer can be soaked with the brush and ink of calligraphers and painters. After the counterfeiters remove the layers, one painting will become two or three, but the more layers are removed, The pen and ink on each painting will become lighter.

The counterfeiters then use several layers of rice paper to fill in the light and light places. After processing, the deceiving effect is better, and it is almost difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The method of uncovering layers of paintings has existed since ancient times. If the level of calligraphy and painting that needs to be bound is mediocre or the art of the binding craftsman is mediocre, they will not or dare not fake it.

Therefore, many calligraphers and painters do not send valuable calligraphy and paintings to the hands of the book binders, but do it themselves and bind the frames themselves.

Old Master Fang's skills were not spread to outsiders, and even among his few proud disciples, only two or three people were able to teach them, so even though Wang Haoming and Luo Feng were outsiders, the old man did not want them to see.

The two waited in the living room for more than half an hour, during which Wang Haoming ran back to the Mercedes-Benz, let the two little guys out for a while, and waited for the tea three times before the old man opened the door of the ape room. There was a very tired look on his face, but his eyes were sparkling, and he looked a little excited.

"Xiao Wang, you are lucky."

Luo Feng and Wang Haoming didn't understand the first sentence the old man said after he came out, so it was just Wang Haoming's appearance, which was naturally pretended.

"Come in with me."

Mr. Fang didn't explain, turned around and walked back, followed by Zhuang Wu and Luo Feng. As soon as they entered the room, they saw two paintings pasted on the big flat wall.

Obviously, Tang Bohu's "Li Duanduan Picture", which had been hidden for half a century, has revealed its true face today. Wang Haoming stepped forward and carefully compared the two paintings. The content of the two paintings is naturally the same.

However, in the subtleties of the characters' expressions, the difference can be distinguished at a glance. The characters in one painting are dull and lifeless, and cracks have appeared in the picture, while the ladies on the other one are looking forward to life, with lifelike expressions. It is suspected that he wants to get out of the painting.

(End of this chapter)