Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Lin Chen walked over curiously and picked up the painting on the ground.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Luo Xin raised her head and looked at him in disbelief: "You don't think there is any problem?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

In his eyes, this is really a very normal painting.

"Be careful, don't damage it, this is the real thing." Lin Chen said.

Luo Xin's face was full of question marks: "Don't you think this is shameful?"

Lin Chen looked at her inexplicably: "What is there to be ashamed of? This is art."

"Depicting the beauty of the human body while carefully placing it in harmony with the natural landscape, this painting marks a revolution in artistic conception."

Luo Xin was confused.

She doesn't know how to paint, why tell her this?

"I don't know what art is or isn't. I only know that this painting must not be hung up!" Luo Xin said with her hands on her hips.

"Why?" Lin Chen asked, "I think this is pretty good, didn't you find a good place for it just now?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no!" Luo Xin said, and then snatched the painting from Lin Chen's hand, rolled it up little by little, carefully

"You can collect it, but you can't hang it up! You are not allowed to peek!"

Lin Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

"it is good."

"I'm going to hide this painting, you can't peek!"

Lin Chen looked helpless: "All right! Don't peek!"

Afterwards, Luo Xin took the painting and went upstairs.

She went to the next room and wandered around holding the painting.

Where should I hide it?

hide in

Luo Xin's eyes lit up, and she hid the painting behind the bedside.

Finally, she looked at her masterpiece and clapped her hands with satisfaction.

Yes, yes, she is such a clever little ghost!

How could Lin Chen find this place?

After careful inspection twice, Luo Xin went downstairs.

"Where is it hidden?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.

"Hiding in..." Luo Xin suddenly paused, "Hmph, I didn't tell you!"

Lin Chen shook his head helplessly.

It's a pity for that good painting.

In his eyes, this is really just a work of art, and he has absolutely no other thoughts.

But since Luo Xin didn't like it, he didn't say anything.

At this time, his mobile phone rang again.

"Who?" Luo Xin asked.

She didn't understand, why did people keep calling Lin Chen every day?

Lin Chen picked up the phone and took a look: "It's Senior Zhao."

"Him?" Luo Xin asked, then rested her chin with both hands: "This phone, father and son, called you repeatedly?"

Probably because of what happened yesterday.

However, Lin Chen is really interesting.

Although she doesn't understand business affairs, she can tell that the Zhao family benefited greatly yesterday.

Of course it was all because of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen didn't say anything, and just pressed the answer button.

Zhao Yuanhang's voice soon came from the other end of the phone.

"Lin Chen? Are you free today?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "I'm free, what's the matter? Are you sober?"

But he remembered that Zhao Yuanhang drank a lot last night, so he just got high.

I didn't expect to wake up so early today.

Zhao Yuanhang also smiled: "There is still business to do, how can we not get up early?"

"What business is it?" Lin Chen asked.

"I just remembered that I still lack your housewarming gift. My dad found out about it when I went back last night and scolded me bloody. He asked me to come over and make up for it today."

Lin Chen laughed and said, "Hey, I thought it was something. The housewarming ceremony is unnecessary. If you want to come, come and have fun."

Hearing this, Luo Xin immediately became vigilant.

That bastard Zhao Yuanhang is still coming?

She suddenly remembered that when they were in the restaurant, the two of them hooked up shoulder to shoulder.

This guy is coming to snatch Lin Chen from her again?

Luo Xin stared at the ceiling speechlessly.

She now doubts whether Zhao Yuanhang is crooked.

It's all because Lin Chen is so handsome, now she looks like a rival in love to everyone.

At this time, Zhao Yuanhang said again: "Hey, what you said is wrong, I'm going over now, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, before Lin Chen could respond, Zhao Yuanhang hung up the phone.

Lin Chen couldn't laugh or cry holding the phone.

That's all, let him send it.

Soon, Zhao Yuanhang also came over, holding a gift box in his hand.

Lin Chen was also quite helpless.

He really doesn't care about this gift or anything.

Zhao Yuanhang also smiled and said: "Look at me, I came here yesterday with nothing, and I forgot the housewarming gift, so I came here today to make it up for you."

Lin Chen said, "Senior Zhao is being polite."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanhang quickly stopped him: "Don't call me senior Zhao from now on. I can't bear the word 'senior' now. You should call me by my name, or I'll panic."

Lin Chen couldn't laugh or cry for a while: "Okay."

At this time, Luo Xin came up, pointed at the gift box in Zhao Yuanhang's hand and asked

:"what is this?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanhang immediately opened the gift box in his hand: "You can see it after you have a look."

Luo Xin looked intently.

"What is this, ink pad and paper?"

"And this jet black thing, what is it?"

Lin Chen frowned slightly: "Is this Longquan ink pad, Li Yangui ink, Dongba paper?"

Luo Xin was confused, looked at Zhao Yuanhang, then at Lin Chen.

How come there are so many sayings about this inkpad and paper?

And those jet-black patches, are they ink?

Well she's a brute, she doesn't understand.

Lin Chen smiled: "Your handwriting is really big enough."

"Haha, I can't think of what to give. It just so happened that my dad got these things recently, and I thought that you are good at calligraphy, and you are also a master of Chinese painting and oil painting. I think you should like it." Zhao Yuanhang said.

"I have a heart."

These things are indeed the dreams of many calligraphy and painting lovers, but he doesn't feel much.

At this time, Luo Xin leaned over again: "Can anyone give me a popular science?"

Lin Chen said indifferently: "This is Longquan ink pad. It has a history of more than 300 years. It is well-known in the painting and calligraphy circles and is sought after by many literati."

"The manufacturing process is extremely complicated. If you use this ink pad to stamp on calligraphy and painting works, even if you soak it in water for three days and three nights, the color will not fade. It is also a provincial intangible cultural heritage of our country."

Speaking of this, Luo Xin's small mouth has opened into an "o" shape.

"Is an ink pad so awesome? What about the paper and ink?"

Lin Chen said again: "The paper is Dongba paper, which is insect-proof and ant-proof, and the front is not rotten. The highest price of this paper is 20,000 yuan, so it will cost nearly a million yuan, right?"

"The ink is Li Yangui ink, which is known as the best ink in the world. It has a history of thousands of years. It is said that one catty of pine smoke ink, three taels of pearl powder, one tael of jade chip borneol, plus valuables such as musk and rhino horn can be made. Such a small piece of ink."