Super Driver

Almost as soon as the car arrived, the two foreign friends fled and left.

And Chen Wei did not bother to pay much attention to it anymore, after all, they took the initiative to withdraw from the group, which has nothing to do with their own travel agency.

Because a lot of time has been delayed on the road, and there are still many arrangements in the back, Chen Wei and Tianyuan did not delay any more time, and hurried with a group of uncles to start walking around.

A brief introduction to this historical and cultural museum is actually simpler, that is, some ancient buildings and utensils, and there are some steles and other things on the outside, which are full of traces of time, and the writing is not very clear.

The point ... is in the museum!

The reason for the work, so Chen Wei is really familiar with the two people here, but after entering, it is also the beginning to explain.

This time, the uncles really listened very seriously, for them this is an important opportunity to learn about some behind the scenes!

In their time, the most important thing was the evaluation of later generations on themselves and the records of themselves in history books.

For many people this is impossible to know, but now it is all about making it real.

Probably because this museum was built in the north, most of the characters in it are in the north.

So the way forward, the arguments of the uncles have not stopped.

"Why is it all his introduction? Me?"

"I didn't come out. What are you anxious for?"

"There is something wrong with this museum. Who are these people in? Is it great? I don't think so?"

"I also think there is something wrong. I haven't seen me yet ..."

...

Listening to the sound of a group of uncles in the ears discussing very seriously, Chen Wei and Tianyuan are weird.

Where did these people ... come from?

The first time you saw someone looking for yourself in the Museum of History and Culture? It seems that they are not looking at the historical figures one after another?

The more I thought about Chen Wei, the more they felt confused, but because of what happened on the bus before, they really didn't dare to say anything to the uncles.

Whatever they want, just be happy!

They just walked all the way, and finally came to the middle of the hall, and the team stopped.

At this moment, there are actually many people gathered here, the big guys are all looking into the group.

This scene made several people in Chen Wei feel strange. Why are there people in the museum watching, what can they watch?

Thinking of it this way, he also extended his head and glanced.

This is indeed a bit unexpected.

There are actually more than a dozen individuals exhibiting some artworks in the lobby of this museum. It seems that there are Chinese landscape paintings and some messy small crafts.

If it ’s just that, it ’s not so attractive, but it ’s just ... all these things are hung with Korean signs!

Obviously, these people are all Koreans!

This makes Chen Wei a little strange. He usually takes a group to come here many times, and it can be said that he is familiar with this place.

But why are there so many Koreans staying in the hall today, and there are so many artworks on display, what are they going to do?

While asking Tianyuan to inquire about the news, Chen Wei was waiting here with a bunch of uncles.

For the uncles, traveling is originally a casual stroll, so it's also good to see the excitement.

Especially at this moment, among these Koreans, an old man with gray hair is painting an ink painting.

It looks like there is some work background, the speed of drawing is very fast, and the people next to him are all waiting for him.

The onlookers didn't understand what was going on, but they looked at the old man and painted with interest.

About ten minutes before and after, the painting in his hand has been completed.

Then, the young people with him took the completed work very respectfully and then carefully displayed it on a wooden board.

Really don't say, this picture is quite interesting, and many people who are watching are taking pictures with their mobile phones.

A bunch of uncles are skeptical, and really ca n’t understand why these people take pictures of such a painting. How they look is a very ordinary painting. Even many important places in ink painting are not sure. So the colors and lines look uncomfortable.

However, the old man seemed complacent, especially when he saw so many people taking pictures of him.

Finally, in order to let everyone appreciate the work more clearly, he also deliberately pushed his work forward.

At this moment, a little girl who seems to be five or six years old seems to be a little curious, and while her parents are not paying attention, she slowly reaches out and wants to touch the painting.

As a result, this scene was just seen by an old apprentice.

This guy turned out to have no hesitation and pushed the little girl directly.

A five- or six-year-old child, where he could withstand so much effort, fell to the ground, his forehead just hit the ground and was wounded with a wound.

The child was terrified, and because it was too painful, he began to cry.

Her parents also hurried over to hold the child in her arms, and immediately felt bad after seeing the wound on her forehead.

"How can you do this kind of thing!"

What happened suddenly was to let everyone put the phone down. The girl's father was obviously short of breath, so he stood up and asked the young man opposite.

In the end, they didn't take it as a thing at all. They looked at it casually, and then carefully checked the painting.

The old man suddenly responded at this moment. Two steps forward, everyone thought he was going to apologize, but he actually went to check his painting.

After confirming that there was no problem, she looked up again, looking at the little girl's eyes full of anger and violence.

It is hard to imagine such an eye appearing in the eyes of an old man. What is even harder to imagine is that his object turned out to be only a five or six year old girl.

"Do you know how much my painting is worth? If you break it, can you pay it?"

The old man was speaking a foreign language, and murmured a bunch of words, actually turned against the child's father.

Soon, someone in the crowd understood it and everyone understood what he meant.

It can be seen that the little girl's father was so angry now that his eyes were red.

"My daughter is really wrong to touch your painting, but she's just a little child who is a little curious. Why do you push her hard?"

Although the surroundings remained silent, many people felt that the child's father was right.

It's just a small child, and it's not too much wrong, these people are indeed too much!

"A painting? Oh, do you know the identity of my master? Do you know how much his painting is worth? This time I can let you appreciate it. It is already a great honor for you, understand?"

This time he talked about the young man who pushed away the little girl. In a few words, his tone was full of pride and arrogance, and there was no meaning to admit it.

Seeing his apprentice say this, the old man seemed very happy, and even laughed.

The people on the sidelines were indeed getting more and more angry, and the little girl's parents couldn't say anything.

"Tell you, my teacher is the first person in the world's ink painting, Lin Duanguo!"

Following the previous sentence, the young man said again.

It seems that this old man does have some fame. Actually, several people have heard of his name, and it was spread when whispering.

Although the little girl's parents were very angry, but seeing the reactions of the crowd, and then heard that the identity of the old man is indeed very unusual, and could only helplessly swallowed this breath.

It turned out that at this time, the uncles who had been standing behind suddenly rushed to the front.

"Lao Wu, is this painting really amazing?"

"It's pretty good, the old Gu stopped talking ..."

In the mess, the Koreans are more proud, but the parents of the little girl are more arrogant.

As a result, when they were about to turn around and leave, they suddenly saw a plain-looking uncle who picked up the painting from a wooden board.

Then three times five divided by two, torn directly into a pile of waste paper.

"Dare to call painting like garbage?"

Then, the sound of calm spread through the hall.