As a soldier king, I met the national goddess

Idle is also idle, so let's see.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand to reach the first box, but Ye Shuwen took it in his hand first, and said with a smile:

"I'll come, I'll come, you can just take care of the palm."

Ye Shuwen opened the five boxes in one bite, Lin Xuan glanced at it casually, and said,

"Fake."

"So sure, don't you want to take a look?" On

the surface, Ye Shuwen was persuading Lin Xuan, but in fact, he was already shocked in his heart.

Those five things are indeed fake, and not only the five, but also the remaining pile, are all fake.

These things are all high-imitation fakes that Ye Shuwen got from his friends, and the purpose is naturally to verify Lin Xuan.

Let's see if he really grew up in antiques, as he had previously speculated.

These fakes, even if they come to an antique appraisal expert, have to look at them for a long time.

Fake is fake, but no matter how fake it is, it can't be determined by a casual glance like Lin Xuan.

You can see it casually, have you ever respected these forgery masters who have worked hard and been afraid day and night?"

Lin Xuan smiled and shook his head.

Ye Shuwen was choked by this sentence and was speechless for a long time.

Is it really good for you to say that?

I don't think I saw these five things at all!"

Ye Shuwen squeezed out a smile, and his mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, I hope that Lin Xuan is really so magical, and it will be more face-saving to take him to participate in some circle exchanges in the future, and he can be happy to think about it.

On the other hand, Ye Shuwen didn't want Lin Xuan to be so magical, because it would contrast himself like a stupid melon.

When you are an ordinary person who is not a dumb melon, or a stupid melon who can pretend to be forced everywhere, if it were you, what would you choose?

With tangled emotions, Ye Shuwen opened the boxes on the coffee table one after another.

"Fake. "

Fake. "

Fake.

"It's too fake. Ye

Shuwen: (▼ヘ▼#)

Soon, I read everything.

Without exception, all of them were judged to be false by Lin Xuan.

Ye Shuwen was already a little numb, and opened the last thing with an expressionless face.

It is a long box containing a yellowed Chinese painting.

As Ye Shuwen slowly spread out the scroll, Lin Xuan did not say a conclusion for the first time, but said softly.

This soft sound sounded like heaven in Ye Shuwen's ears.

This kid has finally lost his eyes!

Ye Shuwen had a little urge to cry.

Lin Xuan didn't keep staring at the scroll, but after looking at it twice, he closed his eyes directly.

It's like remembering something.

At this time, in Lin Xuan's mind, a picture of a certain day when he was a child was playing.

In his line of sight, which was less than one meter two, the desk in front of him was so unattainable.

Xiao Lin Xuan pulled over a chair and climbed up with difficulty, kneeling on the chair and finally being able to see the things on the desk.

Two yellowed Chinese paintings are spread out on the desk.

These two paintings are exactly the same.

"Xiao Xuan, can you tell the difference between these two paintings?" a

deep man's voice sounded in Xiao Lin Xuan's ears.

The first-person view of the picture swept back and forth between the two paintings, and after a few minutes, Kobayashi's immature voice sounded:

"The ink of these two paintings is different shades, right, grandpa

?" "Hahahaha! Yes, yes, Kobayashi is so smart!" The man let out a hearty laugh and then continued to ask, "

Then can you tell that one is real and that one is fake?"

The picture continued to go back and forth between paintings, and after a few minutes, Xiao Lin Xuan said confusedly:

"I can't see it, except for the difference in depth, these two paintings are exactly the same no matter how you look at them, they all seem to be real." But how can there be two real paintings that are exactly the same?

" "Xiao Xuan, don't use your own vision to make subjective judgments about the world, you know?"

"I know, but I don't understand.

"Hehe, it's okay, you'll understand when you grow up. "

......

Lin Xuan withdrew from his memories, slowly opened his eyes, and said at the same time:

"This painting is real. "

Aha!!Walk away, stinky boy!!

" Xiao Lin, he is still too young, this painting is indeed seamless, and it is enough to confuse the real thing on the market, and many experts have made eye on it......

"Lin Xuan looked at Ye Shuwen with a calm face, and did not interrupt his eloquent conversation:

"But do you know that the real work of this painting is stored in the East China Sea Museum?"

Ye Shuwen patted Lin Xuan's shoulder proudly, and comforted him with no sincerity:

"The science of identifying antiques is very profound, it's okay, don't be discouraged, you are still young, watch and learn slowly."

"This painting is genuine.

After Ye Shuwen finished speaking, Lin Xuan repeated his conclusion seriously.

At this time, Ye Shuwen was a little unhappy.

What's going on with this young man, right is right, wrong is wrong, and if you don't admit it, it's a little tasteless.

"Reason. Ye Shuwen clasped his hands, leaned back, and said in a cold voice.

"In ancient times, most of the paper was of poor quality, so many people liked to use three layers of sandwich to paint, and a small number of them were able to paint through the back of the paper, and the author of this painting was one of them. The works of these authors all have a common feature, that is, they can be divided into two, or even three.

Lin Xuan said succinctly.

Ye Shuwen couldn't sit still, leaned forward slightly, and asked in surprise,

"You mean...... This painting is the same painting as the one at the Tokai Museum!?"

Lin Xuan nodded.

"Impossible!" Ye

Shuwen shouted a little excitedly, and even stood up and glared at Lin Xuan condescendingly.

But his mouth opened, and he found that he didn't know how to refute it.

"Is there rice paper? The kind of double-layered xuan. "

Yes! you wait!"

Ye Shuwen turned around and rushed into his room, and soon ran back again.

Holding a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his hand.

Removing the previous things, Ye Shuwen took the initiative to flatten the rice paper for Lin Xuan, and then began to polish the ink again.

Because it is just an experiment, there is no need to grind the ink so delicately, and after a while, the ink will be polished.

Ye Shuwen put down the things in his hand and stared at Lin Xuan with burning eyes.

Lin Xuan was not polite, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink casually, and began to write on the rice paper.

In a few breaths, the four big words 'Charge into battle' jumped on the paper.

As a professor of Chinese at Tunghai University, Ye Shuwen obviously understands calligraphy.

Lin Xuan wrote these four words, he couldn't see the style of any famous masters.

It's just an ordinary horizontal and vertical.

But it was such a simple stroke, but Ye Shuwen saw the bayonet-like spirit of contemporary soldiers, and the spirit of forging ahead and forging ahead!

"Good words!" Ye Shuwen couldn't help but pat his thigh and exclaimed.