In the dressing room, Chen Weiwen was dressed as a tour guide, waving a small red flag in his hand, pushing the door and walking in, he greeted everyone's eyes and greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning everyone, today I am still your Director Chen, but this time, it is not only the director's director, but also the tour guide's guide!"

Su Yi pursed her lips that had just applied lipstick, and when she saw the director's outfit and these words, she knew that today's location must be 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, who had revealed his itinerary in advance, was looking forward to it with a hint of apprehension, purely frightened by Lu Sen's words before.

Is it okay to be scolded to be autistic?

When he got to the car, all the recording machines were turned on, Chen Weiwen turned his back to the screen and said the destination of the trip: "Good morning, guests, cough cough in the early morning, there is no sunshine Ha Today, skip it, the bus we took is about to go to the destination of this trip, Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum." ”

"I think everyone should be familiar with this museum, even if you haven't visited it in person, you should have heard about it in reality or on the Internet. For the name Zhang Nachuan, there should be nothing you don't know, right? ”

"Thunder."

Chen Weiwen looked at Jing Huai, who was smiling and cooperating with him, nodded, and couldn't help but glance at Lu Sen, who was sitting in front of him with a vegetable face, this kid was obviously fine yesterday, what's wrong today?

Suppressing his doubts, he continued to perform his duties as a tour guide Chen, "Since everyone knows about it, then I won't introduce his old man's life again." Today we have the opportunity to visit his old man's private painting and calligraphy museum is one of the surprises, and there is another major surprise," he paused at this point, and after accumulating a few points of everyone's expectations, he raised his voice slightly and said: "Mr. Zhang will appear in the museum!" ”

"He has lived in a simple house for the past few years, and the program team has also worked hard to invite people out, so you have to seize this rare opportunity when the time comes!"

What an opportunity, naturally, is an opportunity to ask for advice.

Like Zhang Nachuan, Taishan Beidou, who has retired in the calligraphy and painting world, listens to his old man's guidance, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is better than reading a book for ten years.

Lin Nuo sat in the back row of the carriage, his eyes that had been looking out of the window had been withdrawn, and at this moment he was only looking at Chen Weiwen who was holding a chess piece, and his eyes were amazingly bright.

If it weren't for the forced precipitation of his personality in the past few years, he would have wanted to get up and cheer.

Whether he wants to meet Mr. Zhang Nachuan, or in the museum of his old man's house, he must seize this opportunity to ask for advice!

Jiang Lingxi took out her mobile phone from her pocket without a trace, and after seeing that the lens of her glasses did not move to her side, she began to silently search for the name 'Zhang Nachuan'.

From the expressions of the others at the moment, she could see that everyone knew such a person, and they all admired it.

But she really doesn't know, and now she can only hold on to her feet temporarily.

Qian Yaya sat next to Jiang Lingxi, and it was not good to share the joy with the people in the front and back seats, so she looked to the side, "Mr. Jiang, it's actually Mr. Zhang, I've only seen him in the documentary, this time I can finally see the real person, do you say that if I ask the old man for an autograph, will he give it?" ”

Jiang Lingxi listened to the voice in her ears while looking at the information searched on the mobile phone screen, and couldn't help but complain in her heart, how persistent this girl is about signatures!

But he said: "What documentary? ”

"Huh?" Qian Yaya was stunned for a moment before she reacted, "It's called "History of Contemporary Calligraphy and Painting", Mr. Zhang's interview is in the third or fourth issue, I can't remember clearly, almost all video stations can watch it." ”

So in the next time, she watched Jiang Lingxi take out a pair of headphones from her pocket, searched for a documentary, and watched it all the way in the car with her mobile phone.

That serious appearance made her dare not make a noise anymore.

It wasn't until the minibus drove to the destination that everyone was ready to get off the bus that she dared to touch Jiang Lingxi's arm and reminded: "Teacher Jiang, we are here, we are going to get off." ”

Jiang Lingxi took off her headphones, turned off the video, unbuckled her seat belt and followed Qian Yaya in front of her to get out of the car.

*

Standing in front of them was a courtyard house wrapped in thick green.

The courtyard is surrounded by pine, bamboo, and cypresses, and the dense trees attract the sound of birdsong, and the strong greenery is undoubtedly a sight to behold in this somewhat dreary sky.

When I breathed, I just felt that the air around me seemed to be much fresher.

The old gentleman is old and has a high status, so it is naturally impossible to come to the door to greet him in person, and what is waiting at the door at the moment is the curator hired to take care of the daily life of the museum.

"Welcome everyone 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 over the small flag in his hand with a solemn face, "Next, the responsibility of the tour guide will be handed over to Director Zhang." Thinking about it, he turned his head and said emphatically, "The museum is not as good as other places, everyone must listen to Director Zhang's words, and don't touch the things that can't be touched, otherwise you will bear the consequences." ”

Jiang Lingxi withdrew his gaze from the stone carving next to the gate of the courtyard and nodded obediently with the others.

Qian Yaya's voice came from his ears, "Director Zhang, are the words of Nachuan Private Calligraphy and Painting Museum engraved on this stone carving the handwriting of Mr. Zhang?" Does Mr. Zhang also practice Yuan Zhaoti? ”

Jiang Lingxi shook her head in her heart, she had just watched the documentary that Qian Yaya said in the car, and naturally some of Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and painting works were also displayed.

The handwriting on this stone carving is somewhat similar to the handwriting on those works, but it is fundamentally different.

However, although it is not Mr. Zhang's handwriting, she guesses that it should be Mr. Zhang's student or something, and it is very likely that he is still a woman.

It not only inherits some of the momentum in Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and painting, but also renders a bit of its own graceful temperament in the beginning and turn of each stroke.

Thoughts crossed, and everyone present heard the reply of the curator Zhang on the other side, "In fact, this museum was not founded by Mr. Zhang, its original founder was Mr. Zhang's wife, and this stone carving was also erected by the old lady at the beginning of the museum's establishment." ”

Qian Yaya opened her mouth and said softly, "Then the words on it were also written by the old lady?" ”

Zhang Ye nodded at her, "That's right. ”

"But I see that the handwriting on this is quite similar to the handwriting on Mr. Zhang's work."

"That's because the old lady's handwriting was taught by the old gentleman!"

"Nalan Yingyue," Jiang Lingxi lowered his eyes to look at the four ancient characters located in the lower right corner of the stone carving, and read softly, "Is this the old lady's name?" ”