Chapter 546

"It's a fake." an old voice suddenly came around.

The wild goose looked back at the beauty picture and looked at the old man on crutches.

"You say it's a fake?" Yan Changgui frowned. How can things in the National Museum be fake? It's a cultural relic studied by famous experts.

The old man's muddy eyes flashed a fine light and said, "you know whether it is or not, don't you?"

"You are also a wild goose family?" the wild goose couldn't remember where he had seen the old man.

The old man smiled and said, "I am an old man, but I have a little blood relationship with the Yan family. You are the real descendant of the Yan family."

The wild goose returned to the picture of beauty.

The environment in the beauty picture is like a fairyland surrounded by white fog, and the dancing stunning woman is dressed in red, like a delicate flower across the clouds, which gives people an immersive and ethereal feeling.

In the painting, the beauty's muscles are like congealed fat and orchid, the ink eyes are like spring water, looking charming and moving. A wisp of empty gold hairpin half pulls the dark and supple long hair, such as the distant Dai eyebrow of the mountain, and the bright red lips are slightly hooked with a smile.

She is worthy of being a national beauty. Her figure seems to have thousands of customs. She is stubborn and charming with a smile.

Because the lighting effect and the painting are very realistic, there is a feeling that beauty will come out of the painting.

Is this painting really a fake? Where is the real original painting?

Yan Changgui turned his head to talk to the old man, but there was no old man beside him.

After standing in front of the beauty picture for several hours, his legs were stiff. Under the questioning eyes of the security guard, he walked out of the museum.

There are many things about the wild goose family in the old house. Even the cultural relics of hundreds or even thousands of years belong to the wild goose family alone.

His father and mother died in an accident, and his grandmother died of illness a few years ago. He opened a painting Museum in the city center, and the old man stayed alone in the old house.

Originally, he should go back once a month. Because of dreams and paintings, he planned to go back to his old house.

Two hours later.

Yanchanggui finally arrived at the old house. He parked his car under the Begonia tree outside the courtyard of the old house and walked towards the courtyard with his legs raised.

The old man was playing chess with an old man. When he came in, he was surprised and said, "why did you come back?"

Yan Changgui smiled brightly and called, "Grandpa, I have something to do when I come back."

Unexpectedly, there was something wrong with him. The old man put down his chess and said, "old man Zhang, let's play again tomorrow."

Knowing that he must have something to do, old man Zhang said, "tomorrow is tomorrow. It's my plan to win."

The old man smiled and said, "OK, you win."

Anyway, he wins every time. It's ok if old man Zhang is willing to play chess with him after repeated defeats.

When old man Zhang left, old man stood up, bowed and walked forward, and didn't forget to say, "come with me."

"Grandpa." Yan Changgui followed up and said, "where are you taking me? I have something else to do."

The old man coughed and said, "I know what's wrong with you. Come with me and you'll know."

A dark light flashed in Yanchang GUI's eyes. Did grandpa know he came back to find the relics of the seventh childe? This is strange.

The old man took him to the sealed house of the old house. The bricks and tiles of the old house have experienced the baptism of years, leaving mottled traces, revealing the sense of time.

In the dimly lit room, the old man took out a long box from a cabinet, wiped the box with his sleeve, and turned to yanchanggui.

"Here's what you're looking for."