"There is no way. The huge halo around Su Dongpo is like the sun, shining so brightly that people can't open their eyes."

Yu Feibai smiled and said: "It is precisely for this reason that some people now say that Su Dongpo's calligraphy is not very good. It is just that people in the world love him so much that they praise him endlessly."

"For example, because Su Dongpo's calligraphy gives people the first impression of plumpness. Zhao Mengfu commented that Su Dongpo's calligraphy is like a black bear, terrifying. Even Huang Tingjian, a disciple of the Su family, also thought that Su Dongpo's calligraphy used ink that was too plump. Therefore, some People often seize on this and lash out."

Speaking of this, Yu Feibai said disdainfully: "Actually, I think they simply say the grapes are sour because they can't eat the grapes. I don't have this ability, so I am envious, jealous, and hateful. I ignore all the advantages of Su Dongpo's calligraphy and infinitely expand the shortcomings. "

"Okay, so-called green vegetables and radishes, everyone has their own preferences. The same is true for calligraphy. The ring is fat and the swallow is thin, but the perception is different." Wang Guan waved his hand and said: "Don't go too far, let's talk about this expressive expression. Does the handwriting of the post conform to the characteristics of Su Dongpo's calligraphy?"

"in my opinion……"

Yu Feibai lowered his head and looked at it again, and said hesitantly: "It doesn't seem to be the same."

"well……"

When Mr. Feng heard this, his expression sank and he couldn't help but sigh slightly. He reached out to pick up the copybook on the table, crumbled it up and threw it away.

Seeing this, Mr. Ren felt sad for his old friend, but he stopped his movement and said softly: "Brother Feng, don't worry, listen to what he has to say. Besides, even if it is not the original work of Su Dongpo, it may be an antique imitated by later generations. .”

"Young man, please continue."

After giving Mr. Feng a few words of advice, Mr. Ren turned around and said, "What is the basis for your judgment that this is not Su Dongpo's calligraphy?"

"Of course there are several reasons."

Yu Feibai hesitated for a moment and slowly started to count: "Although these fonts are thick and plump, they imitate Su Dongpo's calligraphy. However, the imitation is very poor. If it is made in 10%, it can be done at most. Score two points.”

"Those comments that criticize Su Dongpo's calligraphy, such as black bear in power, toad under the stone, ink pig, etc. are all very superficial opinions. Just like this copybook, I thought I dipped the pen in thick ink and made the font larger and flat. Some of them are Su Dongpo’s calligraphy? It’s really ridiculous.”

Yu Feibai sneered: "They don't understand appreciation at all, nor do they understand the exquisiteness of Su Dongpo's calligraphy."

"How is it so subtle?" Wang Guan asked at the right moment.

"To talk about the exquisiteness of Su Dongpo's calligraphy, I personally think it can be divided into three points."

Someone spoke up, and Yu Feibai said enthusiastically: "First, it is the stretching of the strokes. Second, it is the uneven weight of the handwriting. Third, it is the disparity in the size of the fonts. Taking these three points into consideration, when looking at Su Dongpo's calligraphy as a whole, it should give people It has a strong visual impact. It’s like looking at a picture. It’s well-proportioned and very rhythmic.”

"Unfortunately, in this petition, not to mention the details, even the overall feeling, I can't see the slightest characteristic of the Su character." Yu Feibai shook his head and categorically affirmed that this is definitely not an authentic work.

At this time, Qi Qingguo asked from the side: "So, is it possible that it is an old imitation?"

While speaking, Qi Qingguo blinked sharply, signaling Yu Feibai to speak more tactfully.

"I don't know about this."

Yu Feibai understood this and reached out to pull Wang Guan out, saying at the same time: "However, Wang Guan's eyesight is much better than mine, he should be able to see it."

"You are cruel..."

Wang Guan couldn't help but glare at Yu Feibai, blaming him for pushing the vat with him. Yu Feibai pretended not to notice, lowered his head silently, and looked at his fingers, as if he could see a flower.

"cough……"

He also noticed the vague look of expectation in Mr. Feng's eyes. Wang Guan felt the pressure doubled, and he had already cursed Yu Feibai bloody in his heart.

However, now that things have come to a point, Wang Guan cannot give in, otherwise it will be too obvious.

In fact, after observing for so long, Wang Guan has already identified the authenticity of the calligraphy without using any special abilities. Like Yu Feibai, he has already sentenced the calligraphy to death.

However, out of caution, Wang Guan still quietly released his treasure energy. He looked at the copybook attentively and found that the copybook was indeed lifeless, just like ordinary wood, without any reaction.

In an instant, Wang Guan finally gave up completely. He hesitated even more and did not speak for a long time. Of course, the people next to him were not stupid. Seeing Wang Guan's silence and dilemma, they already understood what was going on.

.

"Young man, don't have any scruples, just say whatever you have to say." Mr. Feng said in a bitter voice: "Besides, it's only 30,000 yuan. I can still afford it, so just treat it as a good deed."

Is it really just 30,000 yuan? Not only Wang Guan, but others also have the same idea. After all, looking at Mr. Feng's uncomfortable look, you can tell that he doesn't mean what he said.

However, no one spoke up to expose it. Mr. Feng was already very hurt, and there was no need to add salt to other people's wounds.

Therefore, despite hearing Mr. Feng's request, Wang Guan was still very hesitant and racked his brains, not knowing how to speak tactfully without irritating Mr. Feng.

If it were other young people or middle-aged people, Wang Guan wouldn't have too many worries. However, considering Mr. Feng's age, I wonder if his physical health can withstand such stimulation.

If you hear the truth, you will be furious...

If there is really anything wrong with it, my own fault will be great.

Seeing Wang Guan's thoughts, Feng Laoqiang smiled and said nonchalantly: "Young man, don't worry. Although the old man is old, he can still hold on."

At this time, Mr. Ren persuaded softly: "Brother Feng, what you said is so rare that you are confused."

"But now that we know the truth, we can no longer be confused." Feng Lao sighed: "If I still hold on to a little hope, I will definitely not be able to sleep at night. It's better to give up my thoughts so that I can feel at ease."

"Then I'll say it." Wang Guan was a little helpless and said softly: "Actually, it is very simple to distinguish new from old copybooks. All you need is the mounting material."

"The mounting of ancient paintings and calligraphy is a very particular craft. There are also strict regulations on the size of the mounting. There is no need to mention these. Let's just talk about the mounting materials. There are silks, silks, satins, etc., no matter what, they must be used.

The painting is framed on high-quality paper, making it appear thick and majestic.”

At this time, Wang Guan picked up the copybook, pointed to a few holes and said: "Look, these tattered places are not only unnecessary, but also the most obvious flaws. Not only is the paper on which the heart is drawn on very thin, but it can also be seen

You see, the mounting material is just a layer of paste applied randomly."

"This is extremely unreasonable. No craftsman would do this in ancient times. Only modern people, seeking convenience, would cut corners like this."

At the same time, thinking of Mr. Huang, the master of framing in the capital of Shu, Wang Guan hurriedly added: "Of course, it is an unprofessional framer who would do the job so perfunctorily. A real framer will carefully follow your requirements."

The framing is perfect."

"That's right."

At this time, Mr. Ren nodded in agreement and said: "I often ask people to frame my works. According to the framer, every frame of a calligraphy and painting requires at least dozens of processes. Therefore, each volume of calligraphy and painting also has some weight.

It won’t be this light and thin.”

"well……"

At this time, Mr. Feng let out a long sigh, with an indescribable loneliness and disappointment on his face.

"Brother Feng..."

Mr. Ren hesitated to speak, and finally patted Mr. Feng's arm, feeling very helpless.

For a moment, the study became quiet.

After a moment of silence, Ding Yang suddenly said: "Mr. Feng, actually you don't have to be too sad. After all, these are one-sided words from the two of them. I feel that listening to one side is dark, and listening to both is enlightening. You can't always listen to them.

It’s better to get some specialized appraisal institutions and ask experts to authenticate it, so that you can confirm the authenticity of the calligraphy.”

"you……"

When Yu Feibai heard the sound, he became angry.

"Ding Yang, shut up." Mr. Ren scolded, his face darkened. He felt that he, as a disciple, had really stayed abroad for a long time and had no idea about the ways of the people in the country.

How can such words be said in public? Although what Ding Yang said is human nature, he must not say it in front of everyone. This is not only a distrust of Wang Guan and Yu Feibai, but also a slap in the face.

Wang Xian also frowned, naturally feeling a little angry. However, it was hard to show it in front of Mr. Ren, so he could only say quietly: "That's right. However, the appraisal institutions on the market now have varying strengths.

How to regulate it? Some even clearly mark the price and issue you a certificate for how much you pay."

"So, if you want to appraise something, it's best to find some auction houses with good reputation and credibility. Just say you want to auction this thing, and they will definitely help you appraise it."

Wang Guan made a move, shook his head and said, "But to be honest, this thing is really not worth the trip."

After finishing his words, Wang Guan stopped talking. It was already very clear that the thing was a fake that couldn't be more fake. As for whether others believed it or not, it had nothing to do with him.

"Look no further."

At this time, Mr. Feng also calmed down, waved his hand and said: "Although my eyesight is dim and I was deceived for a while, I am not completely confused yet. The two young brothers have made it very clear whether it is true or false, and I can judge it."

Gotta come out.”

While speaking, Mr. Feng suddenly reached out and picked up the copybook on the table and tore it up violently.

"Puch!"

In everyone's shock, the copybook was torn into two halves.

At the same time, Mr. Feng lowered his head and looked at it, then smiled bitterly and said: "It is indeed a fake."

"Brother Feng, are you... okay?" Mr. Ren was very surprised and a little nervous.

"Brother Ren, don't worry, I'm fine." Mr. Feng shook his head, sighed and said, "It's a pity that I'm already over seventy years old. Just because of a moment of greed, I ended up losing my life, which made people laugh."

"Brother Feng, you are impulsive."

Mr. Ren didn't answer the question, but blamed him: "It's such a good copybook, why did you tear it up?"
Chapter completed!