Perhaps because of this statement, Wu Wei finally relaxed completely and talked and laughed with the old lady, leaving Xu Chuan aside.

"Your girlfriend?" Deng Mei asked softly.

"No, just friends."

"Oh, girls look at you as more than just friends." Deng Mei shook her head. Her nephew was becoming more and more like Xu Jiwen when he was young. He was really fatally attracted to girls.

"Ahem," a cough sounded. 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 placed them in front of Deng Zhilin like a dogleg. "I got them from abroad. Let's appreciate them."

Mr. Deng usually has no hobbies. Collecting antiques, calligraphy and paintings is his only spare time activity. And if he has money and leisure, he can become an expert even if he accumulates experience after playing for decades.

"I don't understand this either. I don't know if it's true or not. You can tell me." Of course, this is false. Those antiques have already been appraised.

It's just that you have to let the old man show his hands and show off. Deng Zhilin felt relieved when he heard this, "You young people now are really ignorant."

Deng Mei had a dark look on her face. It seemed that her father had forgotten the experience of being deceived when he first came into contact with this field.

"That's right. Look, my aunt has not inherited any of your erudition."

Deng Mei glared at him, but Xu Chuan remained unmoved. He picked up a brocade box, opened it, and was about to take out the painting, but Deng Zhilin snatched it away. "Can I use this painting directly?"

Taking the two of them to the study, the old man took out his gloves and put them on, carefully took out the scroll and laid it on a huanghuali canvas.

Deng Zhilin was stunned when he looked at the painting. It was a landscape painting with simple brushwork and a lot of white space in the whole painting.

"Grandpa, is this painting called "Crying"?" Xu Chuan asked, pointing to the signature. Update without error@

Deng Zhilin's attention was focused on the painting, otherwise he would have hit him with a feather duster, "That's Bada Shanren."

"Bada? Eight people can still draw like this. Am I being deceived?"

Mr. Deng really couldn't stand it anymore. In today's terms, this little brat was jumping around in his own field.

Taking off his spectacles, Deng Zhilin waved to Xu Chuan, "Come here."

Xu Chuan looked at him warily and shook his head, "If you don't go, you think I'm stupid."

Deng Mei quickly stopped Deng Zhilin, who was about to beat his grandson, "Hey, dad, let's look at the painting first and deal with him later."

Of course Xu Chuan knew that Bada Shanren was Zhu Da, also known as Banda Shanren. He was a painter in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and a descendant of the Ming Dynasty royal family. This guy had too many nicknames, such as Xuege, Geshan, Renwu, Daolang , Bada Shanren only started using it when he was sixty years old.

He pretended not to know and was just teasing the old man. Just like his grandfather, he was still a child at this age.

Deng Zhilin snorted, but still focused on the painting. He looked at it twice carefully, "Where did you get it? This is probably an authentic painting."

Xu Chuan thought, of course it is true. This has been verified, okay? But she couldn't say it out loud, "Paris, a bankrupt little noble family, her ancestors participated in the burning of the Old Summer Palace."

"These damn bandits." The old man knew very well how many cultural relics in China were robbed and scattered overseas. Only when you come into contact with this field can you know how shocking it is.

Xu Chuan is not as indignant as Deng Zhilin. He has long passed the second stage of the second semester. For him, if someone plans to rob the Louvre or the British Museum, he will definitely support it and shout slogans, forget it.

"Don't talk about this for now, isn't there another painting?" Deng Mei's words attracted the old man's attention.

The second painting is of two monkeys, one big and one small. The composition and layout are unique, the hair color is fresh and combed, the image is accurately depicted, and the expression is vivid. It is definitely the work of a famous artist, but there is no signature, but the blank space is There are dozens of seals.

Deng Zhilin took a magnifying glass and looked at it more carefully than before, "This one seems to be engraved with the treasure of the celestial calendar. This is the collection seal of Tu Tie Mu'er, Emperor Wenzong of the Yuan Dynasty." This shows that this painting was once used by the Yuan Dynasty. Internal collection.

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The old man said to himself, already immersed in his own world. There are eleven seals in total, spanning the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, which shows that this painting is at least from the Song Dynasty.

Xu Chuan had seen this painting in his previous life, and had photographed 3.6 small targets. Xu Chuan felt that there was a hint of money laundering suspicion.

Although there is no signature, the dozen or so seals on it indicate that it is definitely the work of 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 secretly laughed. The people at the National Museum are still looking up information, so there is probably no chance. "It's okay. I gave it to you to play with. Just let me know when you find it later. I'm quite curious too."

Deng Zhilin did not refuse. He was not happy about the two paintings given by his grandson. This was really to his liking.

On the other hand, Wu Wei also gave another gift to Mrs. Meng. This was a Kunqu opera score. The inner pages were mostly incomplete and there were no names on it, but the old lady was extremely excited when she read it.

Before lunch was finished, the two old men couldn't wait any longer. One was holding a painting and the other was holding a piece of music and wanted to go out. It seemed that they were either looking for foreign aid or showing off.

"Xiao Wei, just treat yourself as your own home and have fun. Grandma will come in the evening." Old Mrs. Meng took Wu Wei's hand and warned, "If he bullies you, tell me when he comes back."

"Yeah", Wu Wei nodded in agreement.

Xu Chuan felt that the older the two of them got, the less confident they were. "Is it really okay for you to leave your guests like this? Besides, shouldn't you call someone home to show off such a thing?"

If I piss you off later, I'll pour a cup of tea on you and see how you cry.

"What's the point of showing off? I'm here to communicate and ask for advice, and you're not a guest." The two ignored him and went out separately.

"Damn, what's this? Don't say I have no sense of family in the future." Xu Chuan was speechless and directly 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 let others eat like this?"

Xu Chuan hugged it and took a bite, "You said this as if you two can eat this dish." Women of any age will pay attention to their figure, how could they touch such a greasy and sweet dish.

Wu Wei smiled and used a napkin to help him wipe the oil on his face. Deng Mei looked at the two of them and her face darkened, "I will pick up Xuanxuan and his father later. You two can play at home."

"Tch, are you leaving too? Believe it or not, I have moved all the old man's collection." Xu Chuan threw the big bone in his hand on the plate, turned to Wu Wei and said, "You see, I am not serious here. There is no status at all. @ESSENTIAL\/书馆·无码第一~~”

How could Deng Mei care about what he said, "You can move it if you can. I don't need to tell you the password of the safe."

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