He Changxing is worthy of being a professor of musicology, and he has the free and uninhibited character of an artist. (Dingdian Novel Handwritten Novel)

At this moment, when he saw Bai Jie put the top-quality Tieguanyin into the purple clay pot and it made a crisp "ding-ding-dong-dong" sound, he almost danced with joy.

Ye Huan, who seemed to be aware of it, was also watching with interest. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Xiaoye, come and sit here. Do you see it? This top-quality Tieguanyin is different. When the tea leaves are put into the pot, the sound it makes is like gold and stone.

It's so crisp and crisp. Today you can try the fragrance of this top-quality Tieguanyin, which is guaranteed to make you think about it after drinking it."

Bai Qiusheng sat down next to He Changxing in a very ungraceful manner, and snorted angrily: "Don't worry about it, it's useless to worry about it. How much of this thing can be produced in a year? If you have money, you can't buy it anywhere."

He Changxing laughed without feeling dissatisfied, and joked: "You guys, why are you looking more and more like Zhou Papi now?" Then watching Bai Jie making tea with boiling water, he shook his head again and sighed: "Oh

!It’s a pity that there is no good water to go with this good tea.”

Bai Qiusheng and He Changxing found out that they had similar interests during the tea tasting. When they heard the words, they agreed: "There is no way, we both live in the city now, where do you want me to find those good mountain springs?".

Bai Jie seemed to have been influenced by her father in the tea ceremony, and she seemed to have some experience. She was not affected by the crowd at all, and she was focused on using charcoal fire to boil the small red clay stove and cooking a pot.

Good tea soup.

When the boiling water enters the pot, the aroma of tea overflows when the Tieguanyin leaves rotate. He Changxing moves his index finger unconsciously, approaches the edge of the pot, and gently scrapes off the floating white foam with the pot lid to make it fresh and clean. He can't wait to put it away.

took a sniff under the nose

Bai Qiusheng laughed and greeted: "Xiaoye, come and taste it too. After a long time, let him drink it all, but we won't have a share."

Although Ye Huan's family is impoverished, it does not hinder his involvement in traditional culture. In his spare time, he also read with gusto the "Tea Classic", which is regarded as the encyclopedia of tea, but he never had the money to go there before.

It was just for enjoyment. Now that he had the opportunity to experience it, he excitedly picked up a small cup and tasted it properly.

He Changxing's interest in the tea ceremony was no less than that of collecting antiques. When he saw Ye Huan's series of shoulder-dropping, elbow-dropping, and wrist-raising movements, his eyes lit up. He lifted the tea cup to his nose and enjoyed it as if he was intoxicated. He said in his mouth: "Haha

, It turns out that Xiaoye is also a member of this way, hmm! It seems that I am not alone in my way."

In fact, Ye Huan's emphasis on tea ceremony is still in the state of books. He is just selling it now. Compared with Bai Qiusheng and He Changxing's flowing movements without any pyrotechnics, he can only feel inferior.

When Ye Huan heard He Changxing's compliment, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "I just like it a little bit."

"First product, first product".

Ye Huan wanted to say something modest and had just started, but was ruthlessly interrupted by He Changxing. He had already taken a small sip and slowly brewed it in his mouth.

Ye Huan secretly rolled his eyes twitchingly, and swallowed all the words alive.

He knew that Tieguanyin should be taken while it is hot, smelling its fragrance first, then tasting its taste, sipping and smelling, and drinking it in a shallow sip. Although the amount of drink is not much, it can leave a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, a sweet taste in the back of the throat, and make the heart relaxed and happy.

The taste is very interesting. Looking at He Changxing's passion for tea, he is quite a tea addict.

After a long while, Sister Ji Dingbang came over with a tired look. Ji Dingbang opened a few cracks in the glass in the room, looked at the delicious tea cups in the hands of the four people, and said angrily: "I just drink tea every day.

The house was full of smog.”

Bai Qiusheng put down the tea cup and chuckled: "If you don't like tea, you don't understand this. Good tea also needs good fire and good water. We don't have mountain springs, so now we can only use mineral water instead.

We don’t even need this charcoal fire, why not just drink a big bowl of tea, that would be too unfair for my good tea leaves.”

As the saying goes: Different ways do not lead to the same goal. He added with unfinished meaning: "I don't understand the jewelry and jade you like. I see that those colorful stones are not as beautiful as stained glass."

“Not as beautiful as glass?”.

Ji Dingbang suddenly laughed at his husband's words and said sarcastically: "You don't understand how beautiful those gems are, how can they be compared to that worthless glass?".

Bai Jie saw that her parents were arguing about their hobbies, fighting each other like chickens, and quickly changed the topic: "Okay, you better stop talking, everyone can like it if they like it. Mom, look at that calligraphy and painting.

Is it real?".

Speaking of everyone's common interests, Ji Dingbang's tired expression seemed a little excited. She looked at Ye Huan and shook her head slightly: "Xiaoye, this banner of yours doesn't seem to be a work by Huang Tingjian."

When Bai Jie heard that her mother said it was a fake, she couldn't wait to say: "Mom, did you read it wrong? This is the first time Stinky Leaf picked it up. He said this calligraphy and painting is a real antique."

Ye Huan was moved when she saw that Bai Jie was more anxious than she was. She knew that this tough girl was doing it for her own good, and that her family was poor. If she sold an antique, she could greatly improve her family situation.

In fact, Ye Huan himself had already had great doubts about this calligraphy and painting. When he bought the Nanmu Tathagata Buddha statue from Qiantingjiang, he discovered that the magical power in his eyes could tell the age of the antique, but he was not sure whether the object was the same.

However, it is currently impossible to identify the authentic works, which requires profound knowledge.

In order to confirm his doubts, Ye Huan did a very practical but simple method in the afternoon. He searched for ancient coins from many merchants in the antique market.

China should have the largest number of ancient coins that have been preserved over the years. Even the simplest stalls in the market have some of them, which conveniently confirmed Ye Huan's suspicion.

From the "half two coins" in the Qin and Han Dynasties, the "five baht coins" in the Sui and Han Dynasties, the Kaiyuan Tongbao in the Tang Dynasty, the Yuanyu Tongbao in the Song Dynasty, to the silver ingots in the Ming Dynasty, and the Xianfeng Yuanbao in the Qing Dynasty, he all

Watched it again.

Even the silver coins cast in the Republic of China, commonly known as "Yuan Datou" among the people, can be distinguished from his eyes by the golden light that varies in color from strong to weak, but is extremely clear.

Because the Buddha statue is a product of the Ming Dynasty, the light emitted by his eyes looks very different from this calligraphy and painting. In other words, his calligraphy and painting is probably a work of the Ming Dynasty. But Huang Tingjian was a master of the Yingzong period of the Song Dynasty.

He Changxing on the side saw Ye Huan's calm and indifferent look, and asked curiously: "Xiaoye, do you already know about this calligraphy and painting?".

Ye Huan nodded slightly. At this time, he couldn't reveal his secret, so he could only say: "No, I'm not very sure. I can tell from the paper that this is a genuine ancient calligraphy and painting, but whether it is

I’m a little unsure about the authenticity of Huang Tingjian’s work.”

After hearing his words, Ji Dingbang nodded and smiled: "Xiaoye, you are lucky. Although this banner is not Huang Tingjian's original work, it cannot be regarded as a fake. It should be regarded as an ancient work that is fake and authentic."

As she spoke, she stood up and pointed to the collection appreciation seals on the banner: "These collection seals are all authentic. Judging from the paper quality, they should be Qingxu paper, which was very common among people in the Ming Dynasty. And if this calligraphy handwriting is
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