Ten minutes later, Lin Yan appeared on the stage wearing a silver-gray suit with a small dragon-patterned skirt awkwardly. Ten people sat down one by one. Even Professor Folder changed into a teacher's uniform. Yan's face kept burning, and the chair seemed to be spilled with nails, making it awkward to sit on.
This posture was like a class drama between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. He couldn't help but look back at Xiao Yu several times. He gently pressed his hand on Lin Yan's shoulder, as if to comfort him.
When he was changing clothes, he realized that something was wrong with Xiao Yu, or everything was wrong. In the dressing room, the ghost who was wearing the palace sash came to hug him, and the two of them pushed and shoved in the narrow cubicle, and the linen cloth was wrinkled. . Just when Lin Yan was about to throw his fists with all his might, Xiao Yu suddenly stopped his movements, turned him to the mirror, put his chin on Lin Yan's shoulder and stared at the person in the reflection, his chaotic eyes became clear for the first time, even Quiet and sad.
The mirror surface is swaying, like a pool of clear water that has been disturbed, with layers of ripples floating away. On the brass mirror rosewood platform, a young boy with clear eyes is standing with his hands behind his hands, a brocade belt with cloud patterns around his waist, and a handsome face. Three points of arrogance. Lin Yan backed away in horror, he almost shouted, the person in the mirror is not him, although he has exactly the same face, but he has been frustrated by life long ago, and he can't show such an expression.
Chen Shuixiang was dizzy, Tao Taoran, the young man's eyes softened, the tall man in Chinese clothes rested his chin on his shoulder, stretched his long eyebrows, his voice was slow and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time: "I've been waiting for you long time… "
Lin Yan turned his head abruptly, staggered two steps and leaned back against the mirror. The person in front of him had black hair like paint, his mottled bloody clothes couldn't be described as strange and gloomy, and his sad and desperate eyes...
I have been waiting for you for a long time.
Lin Yan scrambled out of the locker room.
"The rest time is over, please keep quiet, our activities will begin immediately." The red coat skirt read.
Sitting on the chair, Lin Yan was in a trance. The bright stage lights and the crowd of audience made him suspect that the experience in the dressing room was a hallucination. Xiao Yu was no different. Lin Yan turned to meet his gaze, a little flustered, Xiao Yu Yu leaned down and held his hand that was cold because of nervousness. There was a small whiteboard and a soft-tip black pen on the table. Xiao Yu motioned him to pick it up, and took his hand to write on the whiteboard stroke by stroke. Road: I will help you.
Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, picked up his pen and continued to write: Do you still remember
Xiao Yu didn't seem to want to answer, shook his head and let go of his hand, and stood behind him still supporting Lin Yan's shoulder.
The auditorium fell silent, and the bright white chasing light hit the mahogany brocade box in the center of the stage. The red jacket stepped forward and unfolded the brocade box, revealing the glass box in the middle. There was a slight exclamation from the audience, and Lin Yan's eyes lit up. It was an exquisite moon vase with two ears. The maid stood leaning against a tree. The outline was meticulous, the enamel was full, the shape of the vessel was intact, and it was of good quality. Wide open old stuff.
This question is not difficult for a student of cultural relics. Lin Yan carefully checked the carcass and enamel of the bottle body, and wrote the answer on the whiteboard after confirming that it was correct. When the time was up, the host walked past the square table one by one, and suddenly stopped when he reached the PSP man, holding up a microphone and asking, "Student, what's your answer?"
The PSP man's whiteboard was actually empty. He was lying on the table playing games and was engrossed. When the host asked the second time, he raised his head as if he had just woken up, glanced around lazily, and dismissed it with disdain. Twitching the corner of his mouth, he said: "The real thing." Then he put the host aside, lowered his head and continued playing the game.
Lin Yan had seen this guy's arrogance before, but he didn't expect him to be like this to everyone. The girl in the red coat was embarrassed by PSP's attitude, and adjusted her facial expression for a while before nodding and walking forward.
"This question... There are nine students who got the right answer, please end up with the wrong one." The audience let out a burst of good-natured laughter, and the boy who was three seats away from Lin Yan ran off the stage with a smile on his face. The professor briefly commented on the moon bottle. Lin Yan wiped the whiteboard and waited for the next question. He couldn't help letting go of his hanging heart. He thought that some people would make mistakes with such a simple question. It seemed that the people on the stage were not as good as he imagined. professional.
The folder professor also seemed a little disappointed. He took a sip of water from the stainless steel cup and shifted his gaze to the laptop, not knowing what he was looking at.
The brocade box in the middle of the stage was replaced with a slightly smaller one. After the mysterious sound effect, the box slowly opened. It was an ancient book. The host motioned everyone to leave their seats to take a closer look. Lin Yan stood in front of the glass box for a while, then returned to his seat to write Next answer: "The real thing, the Nanxi Opera "The Story of the White Rabbit" published in the Ming Dynasty, was unearthed from the tomb of Xuanshi in Jiading."
He had seen this thing in the Shanghai Museum, Lin Yan thought, this lecture was more like an antique appreciation meeting, no wonder it attracted so many people. After this question was over, another person left the stage amidst applause and whistles from the audience, leaving the second grand master's chair vacant.
As the questions advanced one by one, it became more and more difficult to judge. A lifelike imitation of a golden sunflower hairpin inlaid with gemstones baffled the three of them, and then a bottle of water chestnuts with a vine-grass pattern imitated by the "grinding" technique made Lin Yan Also hesitated for a long time. After the authenticity of each collection is announced, the professor will briefly comment on it, which is counted as knowledge popularization. Seats were vacated one by one. When the eighth exhibit was released, there were only two people left on the field. Lin Yan glanced to the right, and it turned out that the PSP man was the one who stayed together until the end.
Seemingly careless, but he didn't expect his professional quality to be quite good. Lin Yan put his cold palm on his face to cool down, took a long breath and waited for the next question.
The red coat skirt was holding a delicate paper box in her hand, and instead of showing it to the audience, she walked straight to Lin Yan and the PSP man, motioned them to switch places, and then opened the paper box, Carefully take out a pair of fans from inside.
The fan surface of ink and gold paper is not surprising, and the preservation is not perfect. The fan bone is slightly damaged, and there are traces of cracking on the ink and wash mountains. With this kind of appearance, if it is not from the hands of famous masters, it is difficult to bid a good price in private auctions. However, when the inscription on the fan was revealed, Lin Yan and the PSP man couldn't help but gasp at the same time, and there were a few lines of uninhibited poems on the fan: "Yeshuiqiao Road, Huangji Luoye Village. I belong to Hou Xidu, and my child sweeps it." Caimen", what surprised the two of them was the three small characters following the inscription: written by Tang Yin.
Lin Yan's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. If it was Tang Yin's authentic work, then the fan in front of him is worth at least 500,000 yuan. Are you really not afraid of being robbed if you bring such a valuable thing to school? Then a clear picture of the fan was shown on the big screen. As Lin Yan expected, there was an exclamation from the audience, and the voice of the host was also buried in the buzzing discussion.
Professor Folder was a little impatient, and coughed lightly into the loudspeaker, signaling the audience to turn their attention to the activity.
Lin Yan looked carefully at the light brown fan in front of him, and couldn't help hesitating. Tang Yin's paintings are extremely difficult to distinguish in the field of calligraphy and painting. His own painting style is changeable, and the year is rarely marked on the painting, so it is difficult to guess the painting based on the time. The changing process of the wind, so there are countless counterfeit or impostors on the market. To be honest, judging this kind of work can only be guessed based on the painting style, age and seal signature, but the most important thing is the connoisseur's own eyesight and inspiration. After being extremely familiar with the author's style, the first moment he sees the work is by feeling. Determination of life and death is not only an ability cultivated over many years, but also a gamble of luck.
In the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, many collectors relied on this ability to pick up leaks at auctions and make a fortune overnight, but it was too difficult for a student like Lin Yan who hadn't left school. He frowned and thought carefully, regardless of the painting style, the visual age and handwriting on this fan are almost flawless. Although there are slight deviations from Tang Yin's other landscape paintings, the majestic and unrestrained aura of the brushstrokes clearly marked this painting. label.
It should be the real one... Lin Yan hesitated while biting the penholder. When the authentic handwriting was halfway written, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Xiao Yu squatted down and looked at the fan carefully. Surprised, he shook his head at Lin Yan for a while, and took his hand to tick off the half-written word "true" on the whiteboard.
"After looking for a long time, you still haven't found out the way?" The PSP lazily leaned over to Lin Yan, with a disdainful expression on his face, seeing that Lin Yan was still holding a pen, he couldn't help but sneered, "I thought you Awesome."
The folder professor was staring at the notebook in a daze, he couldn't help turning his head when he heard this sentence, and looked at the two of them with great interest. Lin Yan just focused on the painting and forgot to be nervous. When he looked up and met the professor's gaze, his cheeks burned again. He couldn't help but secretly groaning in his heart. He originally planned to wait until the end of the event to stop the professor from asking questions. One understands that in the current situation, I am afraid that if he loses, he really can't afford to lose this person.
"Hurry up." The PSP poked the pen on the table, making two muffled bangs, "Go home early, it's too substandard."
Hearing this, the professor was a little embarrassed to get off the stage, turned his face and held the cup to cover up with drinking water.
It's really rude, the protagonist hasn't left yet, Lin Yan squeezed his knuckles, and asked Xiao Yu with his mouth as calmly as possible: "Are you sure?" Xiao Yu nodded, stroking his throat with pale fingers, frowning and thinking After a long time, it seemed that it took a lot of effort, and said slowly and hoarsely: "... I drew it."
Lin Yan's eyes widened, and he looked at Xiao Yu in disbelief, and then at the fan. In ancient times, there was no perfect reprinting technique. A pair of calligraphy and painting by famous masters was often copied repeatedly by literati, some for practice, and some for friends. Some of them are for sale, and the prices of high-quality copies are even comparable to the originals. But Xiao Yu's ink marks appear here... Is this too coincidental
"Can you talk, buddy? If you can't tell, don't waste your time." Seeing Lin Yan's delay in answering, the PSP man shook his head impatiently.
Lin Yan was also annoyed by this man's attitude. After taking a deep breath, he wrote down the answer on the whiteboard. The audience in the audience couldn't wait anymore. Some people in the adjacent seats pointed at the PPT, and some people nodded slightly, as if they recognized the authenticity of this painting.
The sound of the gong beating sounded, and when the host read out the answers of the two, Lin Yan heard a commotion in the auditorium, and even a disdainful sneer from the corner, but the PSP man completely ignored the reaction of the audience, and twisted his legs. Glancing at Lin Yan, he stroked the pimples on his face and raised his eyebrows, chuckling: "Yo, not bad."
The same answer was written on both whiteboards: imitation.
For the first time, the professor showed an admiring smile, and after saying something correct, he grabbed the microphone and explained to the audience: "A copy of Tang Yin's fan-faced "Returning at the Bridge at Dusk" is a work in the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. The author is unknown. The two students answered yes. Quite right."
The auditorium burst into exclamations. This time, the vast majority of people punched eyes, and they couldn't help pointing at the screen to discuss the flaws of the fan. There was even a school leader in a black suit in the front row who was arguing fiercely with the guests in the back row.
Author unknown? Lin Yan didn't pay attention to the fan, but looked back at Xiao Yu, his hands were still supporting his shoulders, and he didn't react to Professor Folder's words, instead he frowned, as if immersed in in memory. He seemed to have really remembered something, Lin Yan looked into Xiao Yu's eyes, he was not as irrational as a beast when he first saw it, his dark eyes were like the surface of the river after sunrise, the turbid fog was slowly surging under the sunlight, A glimmer of clarity emerges from the chaos.
"Now the first nine questions are over, please keep your eyes open, and look forward to the last one with the two students on the stage, which is also the most difficult exhibit today." The red coat skirt raised her voice and waved her hand behind her.