Her Majesty the Queen Has Become a God In the Entertainment Industry

“Yes.” Zhang Ye glanced at Jiang Lingxi in surprise.

As the director of the Nachuan Museum, if a program team is coming to record a program, he naturally needs to know in advance who the guests will be.

He naturally knew that Jiang Lingxi and Jing Huai were the only two actors among the guests.

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

 If those amateur guests could pronounce Mrs. Nalan's name at a glance, he wouldn't be so surprised.

It happened to be Jiang Lingxi, who he thought was just a face with a hot face.

Looking at it so carefully, he somewhat understood why the program team did not invite all amateur guests, but also included two actors.

The girl standing in front of the stone carving, with her clear eyebrows and slender hair, coupled with her loose azure robe, looks 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 came close to the stone carving and saw the four words. She also looked at the words 'Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum' carved above. The first word was also in ancient Chinese characters. Her imagination suddenly burst out and she pointed at the words. Xiang Zhang Ye, "Director Zhang, is the word 'Na' also the word 'Na' from Mrs. Nalan?"

Zhang Ye gave her an affirmative answer this time. Everyone was a little curious about this topic, so he simply explained on the spot: "At the beginning, Mrs. Nalan suggested that Mr. Zhang combine his works with those they have collected throughout his life. The works of famous artists are put on display for more people to appreciate. However, although Mr. Zhang loves calligraphy and painting, he doesn't like to deal with trivial matters and finds it too troublesome. "

"But Mrs. Nalan never gave up this plan. Since the old man found it troublesome, she decided to do it herself. First, she found someone to repair the courtyard according to the standards of the museum. By the way, this courtyard was once her dowry. Later, I personally took up the pen and asked someone to make this stone carving. Finally, I obtained the old gentleman’s permission and moved the works in the old gentleman’s study to this museum for the appreciation of interested generations.”

“It can be said that without Mrs. Nalan, there would be no Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum, and I would not be the director.”

Everyone was fascinated when they heard it. They didn’t expect that this museum, which is considered a very famous museum in their calligraphy and painting circles, would have such an unknown past.

 Qian Yaya's emotions were the most ups and downs, "Mrs. Nalan loves Mr. Zhang so much."

 A museum cannot be built easily, especially if it is used to preserve calligraphy and painting works. It takes a lot of effort from planning to completion.

Building a museum for the one you love, if this wasn't the ultimate romance, then she couldn't think of anything else.

Zhang Ye was a little emotional when he saw her like this, "Although Mrs. Nalan has gone, she left Mr. Zhang this museum full of memories of the two of them. The old man cherishes it very much. He is more willful as he gets older, so these days There are fewer museums open this year.”

Lu Sen’s expression was a little complicated. He had met Mrs. Nalan before.

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

Mr. Zhang’s temper is getting worse and he now almost knows the reason.

 Zhang Ye waved the small flag and said, "Okay, that's it for the introduction at the door. Please come in with me."

Enter the courtyard, you can see green trees and red flowers. Even a small sunflower in the corner, which is less than a person’s knee high, is well taken care of.

 The spacious courtyard is surrounded by quaint old-fashioned buildings, and some modern facilities are cleverly covered, showing good intentions everywhere.

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

Jiang Lingxi agreed with this point, "Mrs. Nalan is indeed a wise and thoughtful person." "It's a pity..." Qian Yaya sounded a little regretful, "I can't see it with my own eyes. I think her Yuan Zhao Ti training is better than that of my aunt. All good.”

Jiang Lingxi: “…”

 She suspected that this girl might want an autograph even more!

 The autograph collecting mania is a real success.

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 historical calligraphy and painting works and the collection of works of Zhang Nachuan and contemporary masters. Which one do you want to visit first?" one?"

Qian Yaya raised her hand habitually before speaking. When Zhang Ye looked over, she asked curiously: "Director Zhang, what is the last area that is not open to the public?"

 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 we open it today?"

After a simple show of hands, most people wanted to see the historical works first. After all, Mr. Zhang could collect them. Not to mention, they were absolutely authentic, and their reputation and quality were definitely very high. The key was that they couldn’t be seen anywhere else. .

 Everyone soon gathered in the historical works exhibition hall.

The interior with three walls and one glass maintains 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 an orderly manner.

There is a simple introduction and description of the work below the work, written in elegant small regular script. Jiang Lingxi only glanced at it and recognized that it was also the handwriting of Mrs. Nalan.

Although it uses a different font from the stone carving at the door, as long as it is written by the same person, it will have the same writing habits and distinctive personal characteristics.

Jiang Lingxi focused on looking at the calligraphy and painting works of Yuan Zhao and later, and finally stopped in front of a familiar ink landscape.

 She looked at it for a while and then lowered her head to read the introduction to the work below.

 Title of the work: "Blue Waves and Everything".

 Author: Shen Qianshan.

Introduction to the work: It is said that this painting was copied by Shen Qianshan, and the original painting was made by an ancestor of the Shen family. The style of this work is light and distant, and the details are delicate. It is a choice of excellent works. However, I personally think that the work is a little less imposing and a little more tranquil. It would be a great blessing if I could be lucky enough to see the original work.

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

The memory that was originally a bit fuzzy slowly became clear at this moment.

“As expected of the Shen family, he can draw such majestic paintings at such a young age!”

Just now she felt that this painting was only slightly familiar, because the original work was so majestic and majestic, and only less than half of it was left in this painting.

 “You also like Shen Qianshan’s works?”

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