Chapter 372 I can't bear to vomit blood and marry my mother-in-law 5

Gold looks at the gifts brought by Long Jinhuan. The packaging is rustic, not exquisite at all, and it doesn't look like a valuable thing at all. He can't let go of such a great opportunity to squeeze away this local steamed bun that wants to eat swan meat.

"Oh, oh, there is no reason to take back the gift. Didn't Grandpa Liu agree to our marriage? We are embarrassed to take back the gift. Young master, since you really like Yueyue, you can't take back the gift, so we will look down on you.

Long Jinhuan listened to the harsh words of gold. He really wanted to pull out his intestines in his heart, then wrapped it around his neck, and then pulled it fiercely. I'm afraid the whole world will be quieter and clean.

Long Jinhuan lowered his head and put away his disgusted expression. When he raised his head again, he had changed to a very painful expression and put down the gift box he had held in his arms.

Long Jinhuan said reluctantly, "This lady, ah, no, what this handsome man said is reasonable. Since it is something sent out, it really can't be taken back. Anyway, there are not many valuable things. Yueyue was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to buy these small items at the last minute. I hope Lao Liu doesn't dislike it.

As soon as Liu Wenlin's stubborn temper came up, he didn't care about anything, but he didn't think that what Long Jinhuan took was worthless things. Can the relatives of the president of the sister workshop be moneyless? However, he felt that most of the things that Longjin sent were vulgar and had nothing to do with art.

"Take all your things away, I don't care!" Liu Wenlin waved his hand and said.

Liu Aiying helped Long Jinhuan and said, "Big brother, as an elder, how can you be like a child? Even if you don't agree with Xiaolong and Yueyue's marriage, can't you drive the child away? Xiaolong, open all the gift boxes and let grandma see what good things have you taken?

Long Jinhuan's betrothal gifts are more than those of the Huang family. The gift boxes are really too old, but if you are really an apnocent, you will definitely find that these boxes are all antiquities, and the exquisite craftsmanship is a rare cultural relic in itself.

Long Jinhuan also took out a long brocade box, which seemed to be the same calligraphy and painting. Long Jinhuan opened the box, and there was indeed a roll of calligraphy and painting in it. Long Jinhuan did not wear gloves, because he didn't have it and didn't want to wear the Huang family.

The scroll unfolds, which is also a landscape painting. Long Jinhuan has not carefully studied the calligraphy and painting in his ring. He only knows that this painting is Ni Zan's "The Picture of Looking at the Mountain on the River", but he knows Ni Zan. He is one of the top ten painters in ancient China. Some of his handed down works are the treasures of major museums. It can be seen how precious his paintings are.

"At first glance, it is an imitation of ancient painting." There is one more "fake foreign devil" in gold. How can he understand the true and true meaning of traditional Chinese painting?

Gold doesn't understand. Liu Wenlin can understand. He ran to the table with an arrow step, pushed Long Zhihuan away, then put on gloves, gently stroked the place that was grabbed by Long Jinhuan with his hand, and then he was so excited that his mouth trebbed.

"This, this, is this Ni Zan's "Jiang'an Wangshan Tu"?"

"Isn't there a seal and signature on it? Just look at it yourself." Long Jinhuan pointed his finger to the picture and showed it to Liu Wenlin.

"Pup!" Long Jinhuan's hand was patted off by Liu Wenlin. He said, "Be careful not to scratch it. Xiaoqin, get my magnifying glass."

Hearing the sound, Xiaoqin quickly ran out of the kitchen and ran upstairs to get a magnifying glass. Long Jinhuan curled his lips aside and said, "The old man did it on purpose, didn't he? Can I still take the fore? I'm a person with status. I can't afford to lose that person!"

Liu Wenlin didn't say happy words. He carefully looked at the painting in his hand. Xiaoqin took out the magnifying glass, and Liu Wenlin checked it impatiently.

"True product, absolute authentic product, this is really a national treasure! Son of a bastard, did you really give me this painting? Liu Wenlin asked in disbelief.

"Some people have said that the things sent out can't be taken back, and I can still get them back. Besides, there are many pictures in my house, and I don't know which one is real and which one is fake. It's useless for me to keep it. Since this one is true, you can keep it. Long Jinhuan deliberately said so, which made the Huang family and his son, who were a little timid, have hope again. He thought that Long Jinhuan's family was lucky and picked up a leak.

"Okay, okay, what's rare? There's something better later." Long Jinhuan looked at Liu Wenlin all the time and said impatiently. After saying that, he was about to take Ni Zan's painting with his bare hands. This time, Long Jinhuan's hand was opened by Liu Wenlin again, and then Liu Wenlin put it away by himself.

Long Jinhuan took a slightly shorter long brocade box. He was about to open it, but he was taken over by Liu Wenlin. Liu Wenlin said, "Do you really want to destroy these treasures? There is sweat on your hands. Don't you know it's corrosive?

After Liu Wenlin finished speaking, he took out the object in the box, which was still a silk shaft. Long Jinhuan knew the old man's nature, so he prepared the most calligraphy and paintings.

"Ah!" The moment he opened the silk shaft, Liu Wenlin first exclaimed, and then did not dare to believe: "Wang Xizhi's book "Quick Snow Time Qing Post", is this also a copy?"

"This is the real work!" Long Jinhuan said unhappily that the old man really regarded him as a fake liar.

"It's impossible. There is basically no authentic work of Wang Xizhi's works. There is a "Qing Post in the Fast Snow" in the TB Palace Museum, which is just copied by later generations. Where did your authentic work come from? Liu Wenlin said in disbelief.

"Lao Liu, you are an sconnoun. You can see whether it's true or not. Do I have to lie to you?" Long Jinhuan said with some chagrin.

"From the paper, from the ink, from the calligraphy, from the seal, from the stamp, it shows that this is the authentic work of Wang Xizhi. In this way, this is definitely a national treasure in the national treasure! I didn't expect that I, Liu Wenlin, could still see the authentic Mobao of the calligrapher master Wang Xizhi in my life. It's really worth my life!" Liu Wenlin was a little dizzy with excitement.

"Brother, you don't just see it, you will be the owner of this word in the future." Liu Aiying reminded.

"Husband, I love you so much!" Liu Shiyue was also excited to call Long Jinhuan's husband directly. She was born in the Liu family and is also half an intrick. Naturally, she knew the value of the two calligraphy and paintings taken out by Long Jinhuan, which was not just a matter of money.

"It's over now. I dare not take out the painting below, otherwise Lao Liu will have to be excited." Long was not proud today, but reminded him.

"What else is more precious than Wang Xizhi's words?" Liu Wenlin has already felt whether he was dreaming or not. Why did he suddenly have an unreal feeling?

"If your heart can bear it, open it yourself." Long Jinhuan handed a long brocade box to Liu Wenlin.

Liu Wenlin took the brocade box and opened it with trembling hands. It was indeed a painting inside. Liu Wenlin was a little scared and motioned his sister to open it with him. Liu Aiying put on gloves and helped Liu Wenlin open the drawing axis.

"Ah, hahahahaha! I know this. It seems to be the "Luo Shen Fu Tu" called Gu Kaizhi, but the real "Luo Shen Fu Tu" is in the Palace Museum. Yours must be fake. Huang Jinduo was already desperate. Although he did not know calligraphy and painting, he saw Liu Wenlin's performance before, which was enough to show the preciousness of the first two calligraphy and paintings. But God had eyes and finally let him catch the opportunity. This damn competitor took a fore.

" Shut up! What do you ignorant child know? The "Luo Shen Fu Tu" in the Palace Museum was painted by Song people, not the authentic work of Gu Kaizhi. Liu Wenlin taught him a lesson, and then continued to observe.

"This is beyond my scope of identification. Judging from various signs, this should be authentic, and I also believe it is true. But why is it so wet here, as if the ink is not dry. Liu Wenlin looked at the black ink stained on the gloves and said.

"Oh, it's the southern sky recently. It's humid, and it's hard to avoid moisture." Long Jinhuan explained.

Damn, what's going on? This painting has a history of 1,600 or 700 years. Why hasn't this ink been done yet? It's really inexplicable.

"No, my heart hurts a little. Xiaoqin, bring me my medicine." Liu Wenlin looked really excited and suddenly caused a heart attack.

Liu Shiyue pulled the corner of Long Jinhuan's clothes and motioned Long Jinhuan to show his grandfather. Long Jinhuan had no choice but to grab Liu Wenlin's wrist and show him. I wiped it. The heartbeat is almost 200. Is it necessary to be so excited? Long Jinhuan quickly entered a trace amount of true yuan to Lao Liu and helped him adjust it. Don't let him really get excited. He has become a sinner.