Jiang Qi took a magnifying glass and pointed it at the four characters on the white jade penholder.
After looking at it carefully, um...
Nothing was seen.
Jiang Qi was cheating. After he sensed a similar aura, he knew that this thing was real, but he didn't know what the specific meaning of these four words was.
He is only a freshman, and his knowledge reserve is certainly sufficient for ordinary people, but when it comes to things like antiques, he is stretched thin.
Jiang Qi's limit was to be able to spot the objects in the open door.
If you can see what's wrong with these four words, then there's something wrong.
We can only infer from the results and Li Tong's words just now that these four characters should have been engraved by later people.
"Do you see anything?"
Li Tong asked.
Jiang Qi put down the magnifying glass, scratched his head, and said, "I can't tell. I can only guess from the teacher's words that these four words were probably engraved by future generations."
"Without knowledge and skills, one has to hold on to his talents and let others go. He has a high eye but a low hand."
The old man used three adjectives in a row, and then said: "That means you are lucky, otherwise, hum."
"Please ask the teacher to clarify your doubts."
Jiang Qi stood up and said respectfully: "The student has remembered the lesson."
He knew that this was because the old man didn't want to put the cart before the horse, or as he said, if he likes antiques, there will be many opportunities in the future, so he should study first and then think about other things.
"Do it, come and take a look."
Li Tong's expression softened a lot, he motioned Jiang Qi to sit down, and handed him the magnifying glass.
"Look carefully, I can tell you that those eight characters are definitely written by Su Che. They have the style of the Two Kings, but inside they are the bones of Dongpo. The ink is plump, the font is full, and the horizontal and vertical lines are light and heavy."
"This is a typical feature of Su Dongpo's calligraphy, but it is less wanton and more solemn."
"It is indeed Su Che's handwriting."
"Look at the four words Derby Zhuanxu again."
Jiang Qi listened carefully and compared things over and over, but found nothing.
"It feels like the two lines have the same handwriting."
Li Tong glanced at Jiang Qi, not surprised, but said lightly: "If Zhao Mengfu's special imitation of ancient calligraphy can make you recognize the difference, he will be one of the four masters of regular script."
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
Li Tong's words shocked everyone present.
"Professor Li, do you think this is Zhao Mengfu's handwriting?!"
“It feels a little impossible!”
"It's not impossible, the time is right!"
"But if it is really Zhao Mengfu's handwriting, why is this?"
People around him were talking a lot, but no one publicly questioned Li Tong's statement, but waited for him to come up with evidence.
Li Tong said leisurely: "Throughout the ages, people have learned to imitate calligraphy first, and those who imitate must have two kings."
"Whether it's Su Che or Zhao Mengfu, this is true for all calligraphers after the two kings, especially Su Che, who was deeply influenced by Su Shi."
"And Su Shi imitated the two kings and also imitated Yan Zhenqing, and the same was true for Zhao Mengfu."
"Not to mention, when it comes to calligraphy alone, Zhao Mengfu is above all the Su brothers."
"Imitating Su Che's handwriting, it would be strange to be easily discovered."
Jiang Qi was still observing over and over again. He raised his head in confusion and asked a question that everyone was curious about.
"Teacher, how did you see it?"
"Zhao Songxue's calligraphy is both fluent in writing and profound in learning. He can write with ease and understanding."
Li Tong knocked on the table and said: "Songxue's calligraphy is written in a round and round way, and it is directly written by the two kings. Shi's calligraphy is unparalleled."
"This is the characteristic of Zhao Mengfu. The handwriting on this stick was obviously imitated by him in his later years after he became a master of calligraphy. Basically, it has the distinctive characteristics of his own Zhao style."
As he spoke, Li Tong stood close to the white jade penholder, pointed at the four characters "Debi Zhuanxu" and said: "The writing skills hidden between the lines are very clear."
"The structure is a round pen with a square frame. The shape is beautiful and the bones are straight. The horizontal and vertical are at peace with each other, and the back is stretched. In addition, it pays attention to bowing to the back, pitching and pitching, and the true movement is in harmony."
Jiang Qi blinked and decided to skip this topic because he really didn't understand calligraphy.
"Then teacher, why did Zhao Mengfu engrave these four words on it?"
"For the family heirloom."
Li Tong sighed: "Zhao Mengfu took action, how did ordinary people find it? This rod will naturally be judged as a fake by most people."
"In this way, if the younger generation knows the goods, they will naturally know how precious this rod is."
"Even if you find a prodigal son and sell it, 90% of the buyers will see that it is fake and won't accept it."
"Unless it's a prodigal who sells it to Erduo Dao, or it's sold to someone who really knows the goods."
"In the former case, Zhao Mengfu's hard work will be in vain. In the latter case, it is not a disgrace."
As he said that, Li Tong glanced at Jiang Qi and muttered: "Now, it's obvious that the prodigal son gave it to Erduo Dao. Erduo Dao found someone to identify it as a fake. In order to recover the loss, he sold it to another person. spendthrift."
Jiang Qi answered sarcastically: "Fortunately, in the end, this prodigal son was lucky enough to have a teacher who is knowledgeable about heaven and man."
"Don't put a high hat on me. Remember the lesson this time. Don't think about picking up the mistakes in the future. If you are lucky this time, you can't be lucky every time."
Li Tong didn't accept this trick and calmly lectured him.
"Students take note."
Jiang Qi nodded seriously.
"Let's go back to school. I'll also try what it feels like to ride in a sports car."
Li Tong stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked unsteadily towards the door.
Jiang Qi put away the two boxes and followed quickly.
"This gentleman!"
As soon as he reached the door, someone called to stop Jiang Qi. It was the middle-aged man in a suit just now.
"Mr. Jiang, I really like the pen holder in your hand. I'll give you three million!"
Li Tong didn't even look at it. Just let Jiang Qi make the decision on this matter.
Jiang Qi stopped and turned around, smiling and saying: "Please tell Mr. Wang, next time you pretend to be a farmer, remember to grind your ankles a little rougher and darker."
"That farmer's ankles are so white that he looks like a lady?"
After that, Jiang Qi ignored the dull man and opened the car door for the teacher, then got in the car and drove away in the dust.
Along the way, Li Tong didn't say anything to Jiang Qi. The old man knew very well that students should not be taught too many lessons. If they were taught too much, it would not be a lesson, but would hurt their self-esteem.
Jiang Qi is still young and has plenty of time to try and make mistakes. If he takes his time and makes corrections bit by bit, he will become a talent sooner or later.
The old man who has been teaching for half his life has a lot of patience.
When they arrived at school, Li Tong rubbed his waist as Jiang Qi got out of the car. He looked back at the supercar and muttered, "Why do you like this thing so much? Aren't you tired?"
"Because it's expensive."
Jiang Qi answered honestly, everything is empty, it’s just expensive, so it’s good or bad.
"Fancy."
The old man shook his head and walked towards the office building where his office was located.
Jiang Qi watched the old man leave and returned to the dormitory with two boxes in his arms.
He wanted to see what the great writer Su Shi's obsession was.
