Siheyuan: Want to force me to vacate the house?No way!

This time, Broken Hou didn't even knock on the door, he just pushed the door open and went in, followed by Guo Shixuan.

After entering, what came into view was a large vegetable field, and an old man stood in the middle of the vegetable field, wielding a hoe, weeding the crops and vegetables in the field.

The old man's skin was dark and he had the face of a farmer. He looked no different from a farmer who planted crops in the field.

Is this also a person who collects antiques?

No matter how I look at it, I don't feel like it.

Is this also the legendary big hermit in the city and the little hermit in the wild?
So the collector who looks like a farmer here, should he be regarded as a big hermit or a little hermit?
I'm afraid you can only understand it if you touch it.

Guo Shixuan's eyes were sharp, and he found that since he and Poor Hou came in, the old farmer was still hoeing the ground, and he didn't even look up at the two of them.

"Hey! Old man!" Poor Hou also shouted unceremoniously.

"It turns out that you are here, no matter how big or small! If you do this again, you will get out!" The old man didn't have a good temper at first glance, but if he was called a tattered man, no one would be very happy if he came over. .

But Broken Hou didn't mind at all, and still said with a smile: "The person I told you yesterday, who has the authentic painting of Wu Daozi giving his son the heavenly king, I brought it to you."

Only now did the old man raise his head and look at Guo Shixuan.

Although the old man's demeanor is that of a farmer, his eyes are piercing and radiant.

Based on his many years of experience in knowing people, Guo Shixuan knew that this person must be not simple.

"What is the real work? It's all fake! The real work is with me!" The old man replied without thinking.

"Hey, wait for you to see if it's the real one. I think it's more real than yours." Poor Hou said.

"Walk around, it will be more real than any of us!" The old man also had a kind of unwillingness to admit defeat, and he didn't want to easily admit that it was not true.

After finishing speaking, the old man threw the hoe and walked directly into the house.

"Haha! Let's go!" Poor Hou seemed extraordinarily at ease in front of this old man, probably because of his personality. In this old man's place, he didn't feel the restraint of an antique master like he usually saw.

As soon as he entered the room, Guo Shixuan saw that the room was empty, except for a bed, a table, and a few chairs, there was nothing.

This house is also a bit shabby!
I don't know where the treasures collected by the old man are?

"Open your paintings first, and let's compare them when I get my picture of giving birth to a heavenly king." The old man walked directly to his bed.

Pulled out a large box from under the bed, opened the box, and found a painting from inside.

Guo Shixuan observed quietly, the old man's box should be full of paintings and calligraphy, could it be that the old man's collection is all under the bed?
As long as they are authentic works, the old people sleep with a lot of money on their pillows every day!
Maybe what I see is just the tip of the iceberg, and there are more things that I haven't revealed to myself. If it's just this little thing, it won't make Zattered Hou evaluate it as a collector.

Seeing the old man's casual appearance, Guo Shixuan was also a little startled. It would be a pity if such heavy hands and feet destroyed these authentic works.

The old man searched for a while and finally found the picture of the heavenly king giving off his son.

After unfolding, it was placed side by side with Guo Shixuan's picture.

"Look at my painting!" The old man said with a proud face.

Guo Shixuan didn't use his perspective skills at first, and simply used his knowledge of appraising treasures to look at it.

After observing for a while, he thought that from the perspective of Dan Cong Wu Daozi's painting style and brushwork, his own words were more like those made by Wu Daozi.

But if you look at the overall artistic conception, the old man's painting is even better.

In terms of artistry, the paintings of the two are comparable.

At the same time, the old man who had been observing Guo Shixuan's painting also had a look of surprise on his face.

Although he has never admitted whether Guo Shixuan's paintings are real or fake, there is always a serious look on his face.

Although this person's mouth is rather ruthless and hard-spoken, his attitude towards antiques is not the slightest slack.

At least not in the stubborn kind.

"How is it? Old man? How do you look?" Poor Hou asked with a smile.

"It's hard to say... It's hard to say..." The old man was also a little uncertain, shaking his head and said.

After seeing this painting, Guo Shixuan quietly turned on his perspective skills, and used his own perspective skills to test his own judgment.

The moment he opened his clairvoyant eyes, a golden light shone in front of his eyes. It seemed that this thing was also an antique, but it was definitely not from the Tang Dynasty, at most it was a painting from the Ming Dynasty.

And judging from the quality of this painting, it is obvious that it is not as old as his own painting, so Guo Shixuan can immediately judge that this painting of Wu Daozi Sending a Son to the Heavenly King is at most a high imitation of ancient times.

Different from other high imitations, this painting should also be a high imitation by famous ancient masters, not an ordinary imitation, so it still has a certain value.

But looking at the character of this old man, he obviously couldn't directly tell what he saw, even if he said it, the other party would definitely not recognize it, so let's see what the other party said first?

After Guo Shixuan finished reading, he saw the old man.

"Boy, how do you look? Is this true?" The old man asked first.

"Do you think I'm real?" Guo Shixuan asked with a smile.

At this time, I really can't say whether I think this thing about myself is true or not.

What if the old man kicked himself out with a big stick, as Tattered Hou said?
"You thing, how should I put it? The imitation is quite real." The old man thought for a while, and finally came to this conclusion.

"How to say?" Guo Shixuan wanted to hear the old man's thoughts.

"This thing has Wu Daozi's painting style and painting method, but the imitator's artistic conception and state are not enough, so I can only imitate other people's brushwork and painting style."

"If you really want to reach the level of Wudaozi, you have to practice for a few years before you can say it."

"Young man, you have to know that a painter is not just as simple as painting, but also includes his own thoughts, moods and realms."

"Wu Daozi's free and unrestrained painting style cannot be imitated by ordinary people. At the same time, it is also mixed with religious color. If you don't have a deep understanding of religion, you will not be able to achieve it." Speaking of this, the old man's face There was a look of longing on his face, it seemed that he was more envious of others' realm.

At that time, the realm that I wanted to achieve but could not achieve.