In the dressing room, Chen Weiwen was dressed as a tour guide and was waving a small red flag in his hand. After pushing the door and walking in, he met everyone's gaze and said hello with a smile on his face.
"Good morning everyone, today I am still your Director Chen, but this time, I am not only the director's guide, but also the tour guide's guide!"
Su Yi pursed her lips that had just been painted with lipstick. Looking at the director's outfit and these words, she knew that today's location must have been decided.
Lu Sen, who had already known the itinerary in advance, saw a flash of despair in his eyes, and the last bit of luck in his heart was completely lost.
Shen Hechen, whose itinerary was revealed in advance, felt a little bit uneasy in anticipation, purely because he was frightened by Lu Sen's words before.
Is it okay to be scolded to the point of being autistic?
When they got in the car and all the recording machines were turned on, Chen Weiwen turned his back to the screen and said the destination of his trip seriously: "Good morning, distinguished guests. Facing the early morning cough, there is no sunshine. Today, skip it. The bus we are traveling on is about to head to the destination of our trip, the Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum."
"I think everyone should be familiar with this museum. Even if they haven't visited it in person, they should have heard about it in real life or on the Internet. Is there anyone who doesn't know the name Zhang Nachuan?"
"Like thunder."
Chen Weiwen looked at Jing Huai who smiled and cooperated with him. After nodding, he couldn't help but glance at Lu Sen, who was sitting in front of him and looked disheveled. This kid was obviously fine yesterday. What happened today?
Suppressing his doubts, he continued to perform his duties as a tour guide, "Since everyone knows it, I won't introduce the old man's life here. Today we got the opportunity to visit his private calligraphy and painting museum, which is one of the surprises. Another big surprise." He paused for a moment, and after raising everyone's expectations a little higher, he slightly raised his voice and said, "Mr. Zhang will appear in the museum!"
"He has been living in seclusion for the past few years, and the program team has spent a lot of effort to invite him out. You must seize this rare opportunity when the time comes!"
Any opportunity is naturally an opportunity to ask for advice.
For someone like Zhang Nachuan, who has retired from the world of calligraphy and painting, it is no exaggeration to say that a word of guidance from him is worth ten years of reading.
Lin Nuo was sitting in the last row of the carriage. He had looked away from the window and was now looking at Chen Weiwen who was holding the chess pieces with astonishing brightness.
If his character hadn't been forced to settle down over the past few years, he would have been tempted to stand up and cheer.
He was actually going to see Mr. Zhang Nachuan in his museum. He must seize this opportunity to ask for advice!
Jiang Lingxi took out her cell phone from her pocket without leaving any trace. After seeing that the camera had not moved to her side, she began to silently search for the name 'Zhang Nachuan'.
She could tell from the expressions of others at this moment that everyone knew this person and admired him.
But she really doesn't know yet, and now she can only make do with it temporarily.
Qian Yaya sat next to Jiang Lingxi. She didn't want to share her joy with the people in the front and back seats, so she looked to her side and said, "Teacher Jiang, it's Mr. Zhang. I've only seen him in documentaries. This time I can finally meet a real person. If I ask the old gentleman for an autograph, will he give it to me?"
Jiang Lingxi looked at the information searched on the phone screen and listened to the voice in her ears. She couldn't help but complain in her heart, how persistent this girl is about autographs!
But he said: "What documentary?"
"Ah?" Qian Yaya was stunned for a moment before reacting, "It's called "Contemporary History of Calligraphy and Painting." Mr. Zhang's interview was in the third or fourth issue. I can't remember. It's available on almost all video sites. look."
So for the next time, she watched Jiang Lingxi take out another pair of headphones from her pocket, search for the documentary, and watch it all the way in the car with her phone in hand.
That serious look made her dare not disturb him anymore.
It wasn't until the minibus reached its destination and everyone was about to get off that she dared to touch Jiang Lingxi's arm and remind her: "Teacher Jiang, we're here and we're getting off the bus."
Jiang Lingxi took off her headphones, turned off the video, unbuckled her seat belt and followed Qian Yaya in front of her out of the car.
*
Standing in front of everyone is a courtyard wrapped in dark green.
Pines, bamboos and cypresses are planted all around the yard, and the dense bushes attract the chirping of birds. Under this gloomy sky, such strong greenery is undoubtedly eye-catching.
As I breathed, I felt like the air around me was much fresher.
The old gentleman is old and has a high status, so it is naturally impossible for him to come to the door to greet him in person. Waiting at the door now is the curator hired to take care of the museum's daily life.
"Welcome to visit the museum. I am the curator Zhang Ye, and I am also a distant relative of Mr. Zhang. I will lead you to visit today."
After he finished speaking, Chen Weiwen walked over and handed the small flag in his hand solemnly, "Next, the responsibility of the tour guide will be handed over to Director Zhang." After thinking about it, he turned around and said emphatically, "The museum is no better than other places. , everyone must listen to Director Zhang’s words and never touch things that cannot be touched, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.”
Jiang Lingxi withdrew her gaze from the stone carvings beside the courtyard door and nodded obediently with the others.
Qian Yaya's voice came to her ears, "Director Zhang, are the words Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum engraved on the stone in Mr. Zhang's handwriting? Does Mr. Zhang also practice Yuan Zhao Ti?"
Jiang Lingxi shook her head inwardly. She had just finished watching the documentary Qian Yaya talked about in the car, which naturally also showed some of Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and painting works.
The handwriting on this stone carving is somewhat similar to the handwriting on those works, but there are some essential differences.
However, although the handwriting was not Mr. Zhang's, she guessed that it was Mr. Zhang's student or something, most likely a woman.
It not only inherits some of the momentum in Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and painting, but also exaggerates a bit of its own graceful temperament in the transition of each stroke.
Thoughts passed by, and everyone present heard the reply from Director Zhang opposite, "Actually, this museum was not founded by Mr. Zhang. Its original founder was Mr. Zhang's wife. This stone carving was also the creation of the museum. At the beginning, the old lady erected it."
Qian Yaya opened her mouth and said "Ah" softly, "Then the words above were also written by the old lady?"
Zhang Ye nodded towards her, "That's right."
"But I think the writing on it is quite similar to the handwriting on Mr. Zhang's works."
"That's because the old lady's calligraphy was taught by the old gentleman!"
"Nalan Yingyue," Jiang Lingxi lowered her eyes and looked at the four slightly smaller ancient characters in the lower right corner of the stone carving, and read out softly, "Is this the old lady's name?"
