Chapter 546 Inscription

The painting is in the category of antiques.

has a very special aspect. Compared with Wanlian Japanese copper or other antiques, it is very difficult to collect and save, and there are many differences.

For example, if you add or delete something, it will be like drawing a snake to add feet, which will double its value, but the calligraphy and painting are different.

In the existing antique calligraphy and painting, the more tids or seals are added to it, the higher the collection value, because not only the calligraphy and painting itself is an antique, but also those who inscribe on it are often important figures in history. Their handwriting is originally precious, so It's the icing on the cake.

There are even some works of little people who were originally unknown in the past dynasties. After being inscribed by some famous artists in later generations, they will become famous, and the price of their works is also soaring.

Because many of those who have made calligraphy and painting inscriptions are famous calligraphers and painters or historical celebrities. In some calligraphy and paintings, the value of the inscriptions of collectors in past dynasties is often many times higher than the value of the work itself.

And if the master wants to name this painting, it is not only the icing on the cake, but also the meaning of correcting his name. With the reputation of the old man in the Chinese collection industry, as long as he inscribes the words and stamps the bell, this Lang Xining's painting is a matter of certainty. As far as China is The authenticity of any objections is raised.

"Teacher, the pen has been polished," because he hasn't written for people for a long time, his brush must be polished first.

is to wet the pen with clean water, and then hang the pen until the front of the pen recovers its toughness, because if you don't polish the pen, it will become brittle and easy to break, and the elasticity will be poor.

This is a mouse mustache pen, which is specially used for writing small characters. It is made of rat beard. The pen line is pure and smooth, sharp, and the font is soft and strong. Wang Xizhi's famous "Lanting Collection Preface" is written with this kind of pen.

Mr. asked Zhuang Rui to unfold the scroll. After thinking about it, he immediately stained the ink and wrote in the blank of the scroll: On the fifth day of the first lunar month of the second century, he was happy to see Lang Shining's long painting, and he kept such a line of words, and then asked his nephew standing aside.

I asked for my own seal and pressed it hard at the title.

Although there are only a few or twenty outstanding, it can be seen that Mr.'s words are as elegant and ancient as ever, with a book-book atmosphere, and a sense of freedom and casualness.

is as unfettered as his thoughts, which is also his original calligraphy.

"Thank you, thank you, sir," Zhuang Rui didn't expect such an unexpected surprise this time, and now he thanked the master.

"It's okay. In the future, get back more things lost in our country abroad, and the old man will wave his hand. The smile on his face is very bright. Yes, it can only be described as bright, because the almost innocent smile and heartfelt words can easily dispel the haze in people's hearts. It makes people unconsciously become cheerful.

"Teacher, your eyes and hearing have improved. I'm thinking of going to the hospital for a check-up, right?

Seeing the old man's eyes, he still stayed on the picture of Lang Xining. Fatty Jin said cautiously.

No one wants to go to the hospital during the Spring Festival. Even if the teacher is open-minded, he is unwilling to go.

The old man waved his hand with a smile and said, "You little fat man, the teacher is in good health.

For many years, it's nothing to live an extra day. It's nothing to go to the hospital. "Let's go and have a look. Xiao Jin just parked his car downstairs." The old man's nephews also persuaded him.

"Okay, you guys" Maybe I can't see anything when I come back from the hospital."

The old man shook his head repeatedly, but still agreed. Just as Fatty Jin walked behind him and was about to push the wheelchair, the old man suddenly said, "Wait a minute.

Today, this child comes, and I want to write a picture for him. "The master has never felt that his words are worth much. Although most of the people who come to visit him are here to ask for words, those who do not ask for words, the old people often take the initiative to write to them when they can.

This is also the very kind side of the old man. There are many calligraphy works of fakes on the market. Once the gentleman and his friend went to the calligraphy and painting store together, and the friend pointed to a piece of calligraphy that was being sold and asked, "Is this word true or false?" The gentleman smiled and said, "It's better than me."

Many people once suggested that he trace the origin of fake calligraphy and painting. The gentleman smiled faintly and said, "It's also a good thing to exchange my words for some firewood, rice, oil and salt. It's a good relationship. Jin Fatty knew the purpose of Zhuang Rui's coming today. He stopped and said, "Teacher, he In the store, I want you to write a name, "Okay, I can't sit and write too many words. Try to write as big as possible. You can enlarge it and engrave the signboard." The old man thought very thoughtfully and asked Jin Pangzi to take a pen to write eight dingxiao pen, sincere! After.

Look at Zhuang and ask! Children.

You are going to incubate. What's the name of the two little ones? Zhuang Rui quickly replied, "The name is Rui Yingzhai.

My girlfriend and I are about to get engaged, so I will take one word from my name and her name. Sir, do you think it's okay?

The old man meditated for a while and said, "The Book of Poetry Wei Feng Bo Xi" has the allusion of Dong Cao's forgetfulness. The ancients can also call men and women yin and yang, yin is in the front and the yang is in the back. I think it's better to take the name of your Zhuang Rui thought for a moment and suddenly felt that it was wonderful, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the four treasures of the study.

Paper mostly refers to rice paper, and the jade jewelry handed down from ancient times condenses the wisdom of the predecessors. The name Xuan Ruizhai is far more intelligent than the one he took.

"Thank you for your name, sir. It's Xuan Ruizhai!" Zhuang Rui agreed without hesitation.

The old man held his pen and hung his wrist after the golden fat man spread the rice paper.

Although the font of these three words written on the paper is not very large, it is meaningful and free and powerful. When Zhuang Rui was about to cheer, the old man suddenly shook his head and said dissatisfiedly, "No, rewrite "Brother Jin, don't throw it, I'll keep it." Zhuang Rui saw that Fatty Jin took the three words He quickly reached out and grabbed it. This was Mr. Mobao. The master was not satisfied, and he was satisfied.

"Haha, if you want the useless one, I will also write the inscription for you. The old man laughed and motioned Zhuang Rui to put the word on the table, put his name on it, and then wrote it back to Zhuang Rui.

The old man did things very seriously. He didn't stop until he wrote the fifth piece of paper. He was satisfied with this one, but Zhuang Rui was more satisfied, because the old man also had his name on the first four sheets.

For Zhuang Rui, this is not only a calligraphy work, but also represents the seriousness and persistence of the elderly, which is more worthy of Zhuang Rui's cherish.

"Wait a minute, I'll write something else," the old man is in good spirits today. Perhaps it's because he hasn't written for a long time, so Jin Pangzi spread a piece of rice paper again. After looking up and asking the names of Zhuang Rui and Qin Dongbing.

The pen wrote on it, "The piano and the music are harmonious and the beads are perfect.

Eight big words.

And the signature is: I wish Xiaoyou Zhuang Rui, Qin Yingbing Xian and Li raised their eyebrows together, and will always be together. On the fifth day of the first month of the first lunar month.

"Thank you, sir, thank you. Looking at the master's forehead full of sweat and his hands covered with ink, Zhuang Rui's eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet.

I just know the golden fat man. I really can't go with my husband. I didn't expect that the master wrote such a message to himself after finishing the inscription. Zhuang Rui was really moved by his behavior.

Compared with those senior officials who write a dog-like word.

The behavior of having to charge tens of thousands of thousands of pen fees. The master's behavior, regardless of class, regardless of class, and responds to the seeker's request, was really what Zhuang Rui didn't expect before, and he was also deeply impressed by the charm of the old man's personality.

"I can't use it, I can't use it. You are a guest, and the two of them will be fine." After washing the old man's hands, he and the golden fat man set up the old man's wheelchair. The old man waved his hand repeatedly and motioned his nephew to carry it.

"Sir, there is nothing different about this. I'm not an ordinary person. You're a giant panda," Zhuang Rui knew that the old man was humorous and open-minded, so he made a joke.

"Well, if it's really a giant panda, then you two can't lift it." The old man laughed and didn't insist any longer. But when he opened the door, he was blown on his face by the cold wind, and his whole body shivered.

What the old man didn't know was that at that moment, the aura in Zhuang Rui's eyes poured into the old man's body from behind the old man's body, and he was not stingy with the amount of aura at all.

Zhuang Rui has nothing else to help the elderly. Only in this way can he make himself feel more comfortable. This is also the first time that he has risked being found in Reiki and taking care of his body for others.

"It's time to go out for a walk. When the cool breeze blows, it's quite comfortable on the body." Zhuang Rui's aura feels cool when it enters the body, but then you can feel an indescribable sense of comfort in the body. When Zhuang Rui almost runs out of aura in his eyes, even if the old I still feel it.

After sending the old man to the golden fat man's car, Zhuang Rui, led by the old man's nephew, took back a few words written by the old man to him with tears. He couldn't help but shed tears. The aura in his eyes was almost exhausted this time.

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