Chapter 622

"Lin Feng, how can you say that? In the painting world of China, even grandma can't see the origin and can't identify the calligraphy and painting. How can you call it easy to identify? "

Although Qin Yanran was biased towards Lin Feng in her heart, she couldn't help but say when she heard Lin Feng's "pointing fingers and feet" to her grandmother without humility.

Chen Luping shook her head and said to Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, you're bragging big this time. Aunt Ping can't help you. I may not know much about other experts. But even my mother can't see the calligraphy and paintings. You still say it's easy to identify them? "

"Ha ha! Lin Feng, ye Lao is the authoritative leader in the painting circle of our country. You dare to refute her conclusion and even point out Ye Lao? I really don't know what to say about you. Even if it's like Zheng Qifa, a domestic calligraphy and painting collection and identification expert, he still has to perform disciple rites in front of Mr. Ye. Don't be arrogant. As a little hairy child, you dare to ask Mr. Ye to take a closer look? "

Seeing that even Qin Yanran and Chen Luping spoke about Lin Feng, Zhao Shuang was even more happy to add fuel to the fire and felt that Lin Feng was looking for death. Xindao is really a bumpkin who has never seen the world in a small mountain city. I will kick him for revenge in a moment.

As for Zhao Zhongnan, he grinned, shook his head and shouted to Lin Feng, "you don't respect your teacher at all. I'm afraid no one in the whole Chinese country is qualified to let her look again. Lin Feng, you're too presumptuous!"

All the people present, except ye Lao, didn't take what Lin Fenggang just said seriously. Only after listening to Lin Feng's words, old Ye carefully observed and identified the painting bit by bit again. The frown suddenly relaxed a little, but soon locked up again, and said with more uncertainty: "strange! Lin Feng, I looked carefully and seemed to have some clues, but I was more confused. Can you tell me what it is? "

"Mom! Are you serious about Lin Feng's words? Where can he read paintings? Don't make a fool of him. "

Chen Luping still kindly wanted to protect Lin Feng's face, but Lin Feng still showed his arrogance at this time. Under everyone's stunned expression, he directly pointed out the author of the painting and said, "grandma, this painting is actually very obvious. It is the late work of landscape fish and bird music by Zhu Da, a master of painting in Badashan at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty."

"Paintings of Badashan people? Does this boy really know painting? Otherwise, how can you say the name of Badashan people? "

Hearing Lin Feng's confident words, Zhao Zhongnan was obviously stunned and couldn't help shaking. After all, although Zhu Da, a famous painter in the late Ming Dynasty, is also a famous painter in the collection, calligraphy and painting circles. Ordinary people don't know Zhu Da at all without careful study.

At first, when he heard that Lin Feng wanted to say the author of ancient paintings, Zhao Zhong Nanman thought that Lin Feng would say something. Famous experts such as Tang Bohu and Wu Daozi, who are well-known to women and children, blindfolded. But who knows, Lin Feng even knows the number of Badashan people, and even points out the name of this painting.

Whether Lin Feng's words are true or false, it's just his confident appearance and saying the names of the eight mountain people and paintings, which has been very frightening.

"How is that possible? How can you know the name of the eight mountain people, the smelly boy of the mountain valley! This smelly boy must have guessed wildly. Don't think that just saying the name of a painter and painting can fool you! "

Zhao Shuang, who showed his teeth, stared at Lin Feng fiercely. It was still a situation that wanted to kill Lin Feng.

"Badashan? Lin Feng, how do you know the Badashan people? I've been in your class for three years. Why don't you know you know painting? "

Qin Yanran was also surprised. Even if she had only heard about the Badashan people and read relevant materials, Qin Yanran knew little about Zhu Da, the Badashan people, among so many painters and calligraphers from ancient times to the present. However, Lin Feng was able to speak out so confidently that no one believed that he didn't understand painting.

"Hey, hey! Lin Feng has such a skill. It seems that his confidence really didn't come out of thin air. Is there really something in his stomach? " Chen Luping was also pleasantly surprised. Recalling his unexpected performance since his contact with Lin Feng, she couldn't help sighing that the boy was really amazing!

"Mr. Ye, Lin Feng said that the painting was made by Zhu Da, a man from Badashan. What do you think?"

Not only Zhao Zhongnan, but everyone except Lin Feng looked at Ye Lao. Is Lin Feng right or not? I'm afraid only Ye Lao is qualified to judge here.

But everyone looked at old ye, but old Ye looked at Lin Feng with a smile and asked, "Lin Feng, why do you think this painting is Zhu Da from Badashan? Can you cite some textual research? "

Indeed, after seeing this painting, Zhu Da, a person from Badashan, is also one of the key artists suspected by Mr. Ye, but she can't find any concrete and powerful evidence to support this conclusion. However, when Lin Feng said in a very positive tone that it was Zhu Da's painting from Badashan, ye Lao looked more and more like it. Although there was still no obvious textual research, he also felt that it was Zhu Da's painting.

However, the identification of an ancient painting without a clear signature does not rely solely on feeling. Even if ye Lao is a top-level painting master in China, he must give one, two, three or four quotations. Otherwise, how can others believe your empty words?

"Yes! What about the textual research? Lin Feng, you almost bluffed me. When I was gambling, I said that you should not only tell the author of the painting, but also tell the basis. Otherwise, I can say that this painting belongs to Tang Bohu! " Seeing this, Zhao Shuang was also quick to make trouble for Lin Feng.

However, Lin Feng had expected this for a long time. He walked calmly to the painting and said with a smile: "who says this painting has no clear signature recognition? You see, here is a unique scroll of Zhu Da, a native of Badashan...... "

Everyone, including Ye Lao, looked in the direction of Lin Feng's fingers. In this ink painting with mountains, water, birds and fish, the place Lin Feng pointed to was just the most insignificant place at the bottom of the water in the lower right corner. The unique painting in his mouth was a turtle at the bottom of the water.

"Is a turtle under the water a painting? Are you kidding? Lin Feng, you stinky boy really don't know how to pretend to understand? Ha ha... "Zhao Shuang was stunned at first, and then laughed wildly at once.