Perhaps it was because of this claim that Wu Wei finally relaxed completely and talked and laughed with the old lady and left Xu Chuan aside.
"Your girlfriend?" Deng Mei asked in a low voice.
"No, just a friend."
"Ha, the girl looks at you more than just friends." Deng Mei shook her head. Her nephew is becoming more and more like Xu Jiwen when she was young, and she is really a fatal attraction to girls.
"Cough cough", a cough sounded, and it was Deng Zhilin who was sitting aside drinking tea and trying to attract attention.
"Grandpa, long time no see." Xu Chuan took the two brocade boxes and put them in front of Deng Zhilin like a dog-legged, "I got it back from abroad, so I'll appreciate it."
Mr. Deng has no hobbies in his daily life, and collecting antiques, calligraphy and paintings is the only amateur activity. He is rich and leisurely. After playing for decades, he can become an expert even if he accumulates experience.
"I don't know whether this is true or not. I don't know whether it is true or false. You can tell me." Of course, this is false. That batch of antiques has been identified long ago.
But you have to let the old man show off his hands and pretend to be a pussy. Deng Zhilin felt so relieved when he heard this, "You young people are really ignorant."
Deng Mei had a dark face. It seemed that his father had forgotten the experience of being deceived when he first started to come into contact with this field.
"That's that's it. Look at my aunt, I have not inherited your knowledge and talent at all."
Deng Mei stared at him with her eyes. Xu Chuan was unmoved. He picked up a brocade box and opened it and wanted to take out the painting. Deng Zhilin snatched it directly, "Can you get started with this painting?"
He took the two of them to the study room. The old man took out his gloves and brought them with him, carefully took out the scroll from it, and spread it on a Huanghuali painting table.
Deng Zhilin was stunned when he looked at the painting. This was a landscape painting with simple brushwork and a lot of white space left in the whole painting.
"Grandpa, is this painting called 'crying'?" Xu Chuan asked, pointing to the signature.
Deng Zhilin's attention was all on the painting, otherwise he would definitely use a feather duster to beat him, "That's Bada Shanren."
"Eight majors? Eight people can still draw this way. Am I cheated?"
Mr. Deng really couldn't bear it anymore. In today's terms, this little bastard was jumping left and right in his own field.
After taking off the flower glasses, Deng Zhilin waved to Xu Chuan, "Come here."
Xu Chuan looked at him with a vigilant look and shook his head, "If you don't go, you think I'm stupid."
Deng Mei quickly stopped Deng Zhilin, who was about to come and beat his grandson, "Hey, dad, I'll clean him up after reading the painting."
Of course, Xu Chuan knew that Bada Shanren was Zhu Da, whose courtesy name was Ren'an, and his nickname was Bada Shanren, a painter in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and a child of the Ming Dynasty royal family. This guy had too many names, such as Xue Ge, Ge Shan, Renwu, Daolang, Bada Shanren was used by him at the age of 60.
He pretended not to know, just teasing the old man. Like his grandfather, he was always an old child at this age.
Deng Zhilin snorted coldly, and still focused on the painting. He looked carefully twice, "Where did you get it? This is probably a genuine copy."
Xu Chuan thought it was true, so this has been identified, okay? But it cannot be said, "Paris, in a bankrupt little noble family, her ancestors participated in the Burning of the Old Summer Palace."
"This group of damn robbers." The old man understood very well how many cultural relics in China were robbed and left overseas. Only after contacting this field would he know how shocking it was.
Xu Chuan is not as indignant as Deng Zhilin. He has passed the second phase of the middle school. For him, if someone intends to grab a Louvre or the Museum of Great Britain, he will definitely support it and shout slogans, forget it.
"Stop talking about these things, isn't there another painting?" Deng Mei's words attracted the old man's attention.
The second painting is about two monkeys, one big and one small, with a unique composition and layout, a fresh and smooth fur comb, accurate image portrayal, and vivid expression. It is definitely a work by a famous artist, but the signature has not been found, but there are more than a dozen seals on the blank space.
Deng Zhilin looked at it more carefully with a magnifying glass than before, "This one carved on it seems to be the treasure of the Tianli, which is the collection seal of Tutemur, Emperor Wenzong of Yuan Dynasty." This shows that this painting was once collected by the inner palace of the Yuan Dynasty.
The old man talked to himself, and had been immersed in his own world, with a total of eleven seals, spanning the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, which shows that this painting was at least from the Song Dynasty.
Xu Chuan saw this painting in his previous life and once photographed 3.6 small targets. Xu Chuan felt that it was a bit suspicious of money laundering.
Although there is no signature, the dozen seals above indicate that this is definitely a work by a famous artist, because it represents official certification.
Deng Zhilin frowned, "No, I have to check the information, I'm a little unsure."
Xu Chuan laughed secretly. The people from the National Museum are still checking information, and there is probably no chance. "It's okay, I'm just for you to play. I just need to find it and tell me. I'm very curious."
Deng Zhilin did not refuse. He was too happy to see the two paintings given by his grandson, and it was really up to his preference.
On the other hand, Wu Wei also handed over another gift to Mrs. Meng. This is a Kunqu opera score. The inner pages are mostly incomplete and there is not even a name, but the old lady was extremely excited to read it.
Before lunch was finished, the two old men could no longer wait. One was holding a painting and the other was holding a music score, and it was like this to either go to find foreign players or show off.
"Xiaowei, just pretend to be at her own house and have fun, and grandma will come tonight." Old Mrs. Meng held Wu Wei's hand and reminded, "If he bullies you, tell me when he comes back."
"Yes," Wu Wei nodded and agreed.
Xu Chuan felt that the older these two people were, the less they were. "Is it really good for you to leave the guests like this? And shouldn't you call people at home if you show off?"
I will make people angry and I will just pour a cup of tea on you to see how you cry.
"What are you showing off? I'm going to communicate and ask for advice, and you're a guest." The two of them ignored him and went out separately.
"Damn, what's this? Don't say that I don't have a family concept in the future." Xu Chuan was speechless and took the rock candy elbow from the plate. He had wanted to do this for a long time.
Deng Mei frowned, "Hey, how can you eat others like this?"
Xu Chuan hugged her and ate her mouth, "What you said is like you two can eat this dish." Women of all ages will pay attention to their figure. How could they touch such a greasy and sweet dish?
Wu Wei smiled and took a napkin to help him wipe the oil on his face. Deng Mei looked at the two of them and turned dark, "I'll go and pick up Xuanxuan and his father later. You two can play at home."
"Tsk, are you leaving too? Believe it or not, I will move all the old man's collection away." Xu Chuan threw the big bone in his hand on the plate, turned to Wu Wei and said, "See it, I really have no status here."
Chapter completed!