Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

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 greeted everyone 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 director, but also the tour guide's director!"

Su Yi licked her lips that had just been painted with lipstick. Seeing the director's outfit and these words, she knew that today's location must be set.

Lu Sen, who had known the itinerary in advance, had a flash of despair when he saw this, and the last touch of luck in his heart was completely lost.

Shen Hechen, who had been revealed the itinerary in advance, felt a little bit of anxiety in his anticipation, which was purely intimidated by Lu Sen's words before.

Is it okay to be scolded to be autistic?

After getting into the car and turning on all the recording machines, Chen Weiwen turned his back to the screen and said the destination of the trip in a serious manner: "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, facing the early morning cough, there is no sunshine today, skip it, The bus we are taking is about to head to the destination of this trip, the 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 of it in real life or on the Internet. Is there anyone who doesn't know the name Zhang Nachuan?"

"It's like thunder."

Chen Weiwen looked at Jing Huai, who was smiling and cooperating with him. After nodding, he couldn't help but glance at Lu Sen, who was sitting in front of him with a disheveled face. This kid was obviously fine yesterday, what happened today?
Suppressing doubts, he continued to perform his duties as a tour guide, "Since everyone knows, I won't introduce the old man's life in particular. It is one of the surprises that we have the opportunity to visit his private calligraphy and painting museum today. Another big surprise," he paused at this point, and after accumulating everyone's expectations, he raised his voice slightly: "Mr. Zhang will appear in the museum!"

"The old man has lived in seclusion for the past few years, and the program team has spent a lot of effort to invite him out. Then you should seize this rare opportunity!"

What opportunity is naturally an opportunity to ask for advice.

Taishan Beidou, who has retired from the world of calligraphy and painting like Zhang Nachuan, it is not an exaggeration to listen to his old man's guidance, saying that it is better than ten years of reading.

Lin Nuo was sitting in the last row of the car, and his eyes that had been looking out of the window had been withdrawn. At this moment, he was only looking at Chen Weiwen who was holding a chess piece, his eyes were astonishingly bright.

If it hadn't been for the fact that his personality had not been forced to settle down in the past few years, he couldn't help but want to get up and cheer.

He is actually going to meet old Mr. Zhang Nachuan, or in his old man's museum, he must seize this opportunity to ask for advice!

Jiang Lingxi took out the mobile phone from her pocket without any trace, and after checking that the camera did not move to her side, she began to silently search for the name 'Zhang Nachuan'.

From the expressions of other people at the moment, she could tell that everyone knew this person and admired him a lot.

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

Qian Yaya is now sitting next to Jiang Lingxi. It is not easy to share the joy with the people in the front and rear seats, so she looks to her side, "Mr. Jiang, it is Mr. Zhang. I only saw him in documentaries. This time I can finally meet the real person, you said if I asked the old man for an autograph, would he give it to me?"

Jiang Lingxi looked at the information searched on the mobile phone screen and listened to the voice in his ear, and couldn't help complaining about how obsessed this girl is with autographs!

But he said, "What documentary?"

"Ah?" Qian Yaya was stunned for a moment before she realized, "It's called "Contemporary Painting and Calligraphy History". Mr. Zhang's interview was in the third or fourth issue. I can't remember. Almost all video stations can look."

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

That serious look made her dare not disturb her anymore.

It wasn't until the passenger car arrived at the destination that everyone was about to get off that she dared to touch Jiang Lingxi's arm and reminded: "Mr. Jiang, we are here and we have to get off."

Jiang Lingxi took off her earphones, turned off the video, unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car with Qian Yaya in front.

*
Standing in front of everyone is a courtyard surrounded by dark green.

Pines, bamboos and cypresses are planted all around the yard, and the dense bushes attract the sound of birdsong. Under the somewhat drowsy sky, such a strong greenery undoubtedly makes people's eyes bright.

While breathing, I just feel that even the air around me seems to be much fresher.

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

"Welcome everyone to visit the museum. I am Zhang Ye, the curator, and I can be regarded as a distant relative of Mr. Zhang. I will lead you to visit today."

After he finished speaking, Chen Weiwen walked over and solemnly handed over the small flag in his hand, "Next, the responsibility of the tour guide will be handed over to Director Zhang." After thinking about it, he turned his head and said emphatically, "The museum is no better than other places. , everyone must listen to Director Zhang’s words, and don’t touch things that cannot be touched indiscriminately, otherwise you will bear the consequences.”

Jiang Lingxi looked away from the stone carving next to the gate of the courtyard, and nodded obediently along with the others.

Qian Yaya's voice came from next to my ear, "Curator Zhang, the words Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum engraved on this stone are Mr. Zhang's handwriting? Does Mr. Zhang also practice Yuanzhao style?"

Jiang Lingxi shook her head inwardly. She just crouched in the car and finished watching the documentary Qian Yaya talked about. Naturally, some of Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and painting works were also displayed in it.

The handwriting on this stone carving is somewhat similar to the handwriting on those works, but there are also some essential differences.

But even though it wasn't Mr. Zhang's handwriting, she guessed it was Mr. Zhang's student or something, and it was probably a woman.

It not only inherits some of the grandeur of Mr. Zhang's calligraphy and painting, but also exaggerates its own graceful temperament between the beginning and the end of each stroke.

After thinking about it, everyone present heard the reply from the curator Zhang opposite, "Actually, this museum was not founded by Mr. Zhang. It was originally created by Mr. Zhang's wife. This stone carving was also created by the museum. At the beginning, the old lady stood up."

Qian Yaya opened her mouth and let out a soft "ah", "Then the words on it were also written by the old lady?"

Zhang Ye nodded to her, "That's right."

"But I think the words on it are very similar to the handwriting on Mr. Zhang's works."

"That's because the old lady's calligraphy was taught by the old man!"

"Nalan Yingyue," Jiang Lingxi looked down at the four slightly smaller ancient characters at the lower right corner of the stone carving, and said softly, "Is this the old lady's name?"