Chapter 32 Is the ancient painting haunted?
This is a beautiful painting, in which there is a stunning woman with swaying and a beautiful smile. At first glance, it is eye-catching and breathtaking. I just feel that this woman is as beautiful as a fairy.
When Zhu Fugui took out the painting, the spectators standing in front of him were also lucky to see the picture, and Dai Zhi also studied it carefully.
"Oh, it turned out to be a picture of a beautiful woman. This fat girl is romantic. I didn't expect to be scared like this by a picture of a beautiful woman today."
"No, it seems to be karma. There must be a spirit in revenge on his wife who was pissed off by him!"
"It's possible that this happened not long after her wife passed away..."
Neighbors who know Zhu Fugui more or less muttered, gloating.
Dai Zhi looked at the painting again. This is a painting without a seal, with only a beautiful figure dancing.
More importantly, Dai Zhi did not see anything similar to "Reiki" in this painting.
Zuo Dashuai looked carefully and then asked the old gentleman who also looked at the painting carefully with a magnifying glass.
"Fae Lao, what do you think?"
Mr. Fei pondered for a moment and said slowly,
"The paper used in this painting should belong to silk. The invention of Chinese silk was a more ancient thing before paper. You can see that the shape of this silk and the monofilament on it are intertwined horizontally and vertically, but the horizontal silk is a little thicker, and the color is slightly the same as the color of the hidden sutra paper, which is obviously a feature of silk in the early Song Dynasty."
Mr. Fei is worthy of being an experienced antique artist, and such trivial things can be analyzed thoroughly.
"In my opinion, this painting should be the Song Dynasty's "Fairy to the Next to the earth"."
Yao Li's father used to get up early and be busy in the antique street. Later, I don't know if his ancestors accumulated virtue, got a real thing, and sold a lot of money to become an upstart in the antique street overnight. And this history is naturally a glorious history, whether it's shit luck or something. It is a fact that he found good things, and naturally someone will take it seriously.
When others heard his words, their eyes moved slightly. If it was really an old man, this picture would be valuable.
Although Zhu Fugui is stingy and greedy for beauty, he has to say that he does have some ability in looking at antiques, otherwise he will not rely on antiques and make more money.
If this is really the Song Dynasty's "Fairy to the earth map", this fat ghost can make a lot of money.
When Zhu Fugui heard what Yao Li's father said, he quickly echoed,
"Is it just an ancient painting of the Song Dynasty! The real old thing, I spent 500,000 yuan to buy it. How could I have thought that such a strange thing would happen..."
Hearing the figure of 500,000, the spectators around the door took a breath one after another. It was not that they made a fuss, but how could Zhu Fugui, a penitable iron rooster, spend 500,000 yuan to buy a painting without a seal?
This fat guy must be bragging again.
When Mr. Fei heard Zhu Fugui's words, he picked up a magnifying glass and thought about it,
"Shaking his head and said, the paper of this painting is indeed like silk, but no matter how well it is preserved, even if it is not damaged by any accidental damage, the natural erosion of the air alone will become brittle. The silk in the early years of the Ming Dynasty has been corrupted to touch. And Song's silk, because it is better framed, it can still be seen that although there is silk before the Song Dynasty, it can no longer be identified. But this pair of silk looks like the Song Dynasty, but it is still well preserved, which is really incredible.
Everyone took a breath again when they heard Mr. Fei, who was very prestigious in the antique industry.
Someone in the crowd smiled at Zhu Fugui,
"Haha, Lao Zhu, you have become a big mistake this time. Don't say it's an iron boar at such a price. I'm afraid it's unacceptable for anyone!"
Everyone laughed, as if Zhu Fugui made a fool of themselves and were very happy, while Dai Zhi's Yuguang saw a man squeezed behind the crowd, but he looked very strange, with a trace of perverted excitement...
When Zhu Fugui saw that everyone laughed at him so much, his face was not very good-looking. He just said to Marshal Zuo,
"Mr. Zuo, you don't know that this painting almost gave my life. If I had known it was like this, let alone 500,000 yuan, I don't want it even if it was given to me for nothing."
The beautiful corners of General Zuo's eyes narrowed slightly, "Not to mention the authenticity of this painting, Mr. Zhu, what's going on?"
Zhu Fugui's eyebrows are about to be twisted together, and he quickly said,
"After I bought this painting, I hung it in my bedroom. Beauty always wants to be pleasing to the eyes and have a good dream at night."
Some people in the crowd joked, "Haha, we say you want to have a spring dream..."
Zhu Fugui stared at the talkative man, and the man immediately closed his mouth and continued to say,
"However, a strange thing happened as soon as I bought this painting. At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, I was interrupted by the cry of a miserable woman. The sound was as creepy as if it came from hell. The cry of the ghost cried and the wolf was so sad that it made people's teeth tremble for about half an hour. Zhu All the family members didn't sleep all night. They thought it was a boring prank, but they didn't expect the sound to appear on time at 12 o'clock the next night!"
Zhu Fugui's original ruddy face also turned pale, as if he heard the creepy voice again. Everyone was scared by his story to make a sound. After all, Zhu Fugui's appearance did not look like making up stories to deceive everyone.
"For this matter, I specially invited Maoshan Taoist priest to do it and spent a lot of money to exorcise ghosts and catch demons. As a result, the Taoist priest who pretended to be a ghost took the money and disappeared. Shit!"
Zhu Fugui couldn't help swearing. He thought that such a penniless person was cheated of money. He must have died of pain in his heart.
"We couldn't sleep because of the ghost crying every night, and my son was also in a trance every day. Several of our domestic servants left. Later, I found a few people and searched all over Zhu's mansion. At 12 o'clock, I finally found the culprit. It turned out to be this "Fairy Down to the earth"..." P>
In this way, everyone's eyes are on this "Fairy Underworld Picture" again. Looking at the beautiful ancient costume woman, I subjectively feel that this woman seems to have some kind of evil spirit ability or evil spirit...
"Lao Zhu, why don't you just sell this painting? It's not that you are reluctant to paint the beautiful woman!"
He is talking about Zhu Fugui's neighbor. Although he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, it does sound a little mysterious. His family lives next door to Zhu Fugui. It's not good if he gets into something dirty, so he half laughed and said half seriously.
Zhu Fugui said with a sad face and a pouted mouth,
"Why didn't you sell it? It's not easy to find a buyer. If you lose money at the price of 100,000 yuan, you will lose money. You can't drive people crazy because of this painting. On the day it was sold, our family also celebrated it. When we were happily ready to go to bed at night, we didn't expect that at 12 o'clock in the evening, the sad woman's crying sound appeared again. , that painting is actually placed in my bedroom..."
At this time, the scene was completely quiet, and no one dared to speak. The sun was shining in broad daylight, and everyone seemed to feel a little cold.
So, what's wrong with that painting?
At the beginning, everyone satirized Zhu Fugui's romanticism and was angry with his wife. His wife's grievances were still there. Then he came to avenge Zhu Fugui. However, when the joke was okay, the more it was said that the more it was, the more it was possible, everyone was a little scared.
Dai Zhi's eyes turned around and was about to find an excuse to touch the painting with his left hand...