Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

"Yes." Zhang Ye glanced at Jiang Lingxi in surprise.

As the curator of the Nachuan Museum, there is a program group coming to record the program, so he naturally needs to know who the guests will be in advance.

Jiang Lingxi and Jing Huai were the only two actors among the guests, so he naturally knew it.

However, in his long-standing impression, the young actors in the entertainment industry do have good looks, but few have good acting skills, and even fewer have a certain cultural background.

He wouldn't be so surprised if Mrs. Nalan's name could be pronounced by those amateur guests at a glance.

But he thought it was just Jiang Lingxi who had a hot face.

Looking at it so seriously, he somewhat understood why the program group didn't invite all amateur guests, but also included two actors.

The girl standing in front of the stone carvings, with clear eyebrows and delicate hair, coupled with that loose azure robe, is like a beautiful picture full of ancient charm.

The end is pleasing to the eye.

Who doesn't like to take a second look!
Qian Yaya went to the stone carving and saw those four characters, and then glanced at the first character of "Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum" engraved on the top, which was also in ancient Chinese characters. Suddenly, her imagination exploded, and she stretched out her finger to look at the characters. To Zhang Ye, "Curator Zhang, is the character 'Na' also Nalan's Na?"

Zhang Ye gave her an affirmative answer this time. Seeing that everyone was a little curious about this topic, he simply explained on the spot: "Mrs. The works of famous artists are exhibited for more people to appreciate. However, although Mr. Zhang loves calligraphy and painting, he doesn't like to deal with trivial matters, and thinks it is too troublesome."

"But Mrs. Nalan has never given up on this plan. Since the old man finds it troublesome, she decided to do it herself. First, she asked someone to repair the courtyard according to the museum's standards. By the way, this courtyard was her old man's dowry. Later, I personally picked up the pen and asked someone to make this stone carving, and finally got the consent of the old man to move the works in the old man's study to this museum for the interested younger generations to appreciate."

"It can be said that without Mrs. Nalan, there would be no current Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum, and there would be no curator like me."

Everyone was fascinated by what they heard. They didn't expect that this place, which is considered a very famous museum in their calligraphy and painting circle, would have such an unknown past.

Qian Yaya had the most emotional ups and downs, "Mrs. Nalan loves Mr. Zhang very much."

A museum is not something that can be built just because it is built, especially it is used to preserve calligraphy and painting works. It takes a lot of effort from planning to completion.

If building a museum for a loved one wasn't the ultimate romance, she couldn't think of anything else.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Ye also felt a little emotional, "Although Mrs. Nalan has gone, she left this museum full of memories for Mr. Zhang. The old man cherishes it very much, and he is more self-willed when he is older. There are fewer museums open this year.”

Lu Sen's face was a little complicated, he had seen Mrs. Nalan once.

He was still young at that time, but the old man with white hair is still very elegant and still remains in his memory clearly.

Mr. Zhang's temper is getting worse and worse. He almost knows the reason now.

Zhang Ye waved the small flag, "Okay, this is the end of the introduction at the door, please come in with me."

Entering the courtyard, you can see all the green trees and red flowers, and even a small sunflower in the corner that is less than knee height is well taken care of.

Kuo Lang's courtyard is surrounded by quaint old-fashioned buildings, and some modern facilities are cleverly concealed, and care can be seen everywhere.

Qian Yaya consciously walked beside Jiang Lingxi, looking around and muttering in a low voice: "There was a competition for the most beautiful museum in China before, and I saw a comment saying that the Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum should also be on the list. Now it seems that the It’s not an exaggeration.”

Jiang Lingxi agrees with this point, "Mrs. Nalan is indeed a person with a wise mind."

"It's a pity..." Qian Yaya's tone was a little regretful, "I can't see it with my own eyes. I think her old man's Yuanzhao style is better than my aunt's."

Jiang Lingxi: "..."

She suspected that this girl might want an autograph more!

The autograph collection maniac has been hammered.

While leading the way, Zhang Ye did not forget his duty as a part-time tour guide. "The museum has three areas, but only two are currently open. They are the collection of famous calligraphy and painting works of history and the collection of works of Zhang Nachuan and contemporary masters. Which one do you want to visit first?" one?"

Qian Yaya habitually raised her hand before opening her mouth, and when Zhang Ye looked over, she asked curiously, "Curator Zhang, what is the last closed area?"

Zhang Ye: "... are some of Mrs. Nalan's works during her lifetime."

Qian Yaya immediately swallowed back what she wanted to say later, "Can't it be open today?"

After a simple show of hands, most of them want to read historical works first. After all, they can be collected by Mr. Zhang, not to mention that they are absolutely genuine. The reputation and quality must be extremely high. The key is that they cannot be seen elsewhere. .

Everyone quickly gathered in the historical works exhibition hall.

In the interior with three walls and one glass, the temperature is kept at a constant temperature and humidity that is most suitable for the preservation of calligraphy and painting. Many works are hung on the three walls in such a patchwork manner.

There is also a simple brief introduction and description at the bottom of the work, written in delicate lowercase letters, Jiang Lingxi only took one look, and recognized that it was also Mrs. Nalan's handwriting.

Although different fonts are used from the stone carvings at the entrance, as long as they are written by the same person, they will have the same writing habits and distinctive personal characteristics.

Jiang Lingxi focused on watching Yuan Zhaoyi's calligraphy and painting works, and finally stopped in front of a somewhat familiar ink landscape.

After studying it for a while, she lowered her head to read the introduction of the work below.

Title of work: "Blue Wave Vientiane".

Author: Shen Qianshan.

Introduction to the work: According to legend, this painting was copied by Shen Qianshan. The original painting was made by the ancestors of the Shen family.However, I personally think that the work is a little less imposing and a little more serene. If I can be lucky enough to see the original work, I will be extremely lucky.

"Shen Qianshan!" Jiang Lingxi said softly, and his eyes fell back to the painting, his eyes were a little far away.

The memory that was originally vague now slowly became clear.

"As expected of Shen Jiazi, he can draw such a majestic painting at such a young age!"

She felt that this painting was just a little familiar, and it was because the original painting was so majestic, so there was only less than half a point left on this painting.

"You also like Shen Qianshan's works?"

Jiang Lingxi turned her head to look at Shen Hechen who had just walked to her side and stood still, and shook her head, "I prefer the original work of "Aquamarine Vientiane"."