The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

After cleaning up the mess on the ground, Chen Yici poured Chen Zhizhi a glass of water.

Before he could ask a question, Chen Zhizhi spoke first:

"When did you wear it?"

Chen Yici was taken aback.

Chen Zhizhi thought that he had traveled to the present world like him?

Chen Yici hesitated for a moment.

Now that Chen Zhizhi already knew the existence of the two worlds, he might as well just confess that it is not good to deceive him if he treats him as a real younger brother.

Just when he was about to confess the truth, the system suddenly spoke:

"Warning! Don't spoil the truth, otherwise the world is in danger of collapsing."

"Actually, I'm not—"

Chen Yici just said, "Actually, I'm not your brother", but before he could say "your brother", a systematic warning sounded in his mind.

He quickly shut up.

Chen Zhizhi asked curiously, "Actually, aren't you?"

Chen Yici was forced to change his words: "Actually, I didn't just wear it, I have been wearing it for a long time."

Then Chen Yici briefly introduced some real situations to him, and finally said happily:

"By the way, brother, you also have an identity in this world. You are a calligrapher and painter in this world."

Chen Zhizhi let out an oh, but he didn't look very surprised, as if he was thinking about something:

"yes……"

Chen Yici thought of the conversation with the system just now.

Since people in the kingdom can worship the gods, they must have a certain understanding of their own origins.

Chen Yici hastily said:

"By the way, brother, do you remember how I was born?"

Chen Zhizhi was puzzled and said:

"Aren't we born in October after a normal pregnancy?"

Chen Yici let out a disappointed voice.

Is it actually the normal way of human birth?

Chen Yici murmured: "Are you also pregnant for ten months in the mother's womb?"

Chen Zhizhi frowned and interrupted him: "What is in the mother alone, in the bottle."

Chen Yici captured the information:

"Born in a bottle?"

Chen Zhizhi explained to him:

"Yes, and I was conscious at that time. I still remember that I was soaked in the bottle for ten months, and then I was born, but I have no memory of it before that."

Chen Zhizhi added:

"Everyone's soul is the same. When it was first conceived, it was the gods who took care of each one. That's why it is said that the gods conceived all things, every plant, every tree, every flower and every tree, including us."

Everyone only knows that the soul was put into a small bottle when it was about to collapse, and then it arrived in the current body, but everyone didn't know the past life.

Chen Zhizhi will say that he is tired, but he has begun to become interested in his own identity:

"You just said I was a calligrapher?"

He touched his chin, which felt very fresh.

Chen Yici nodded, and brought him a few tapes and his own books by the way:

"That's right, these are your biography and the books you wrote, and your calligraphy and paintings are still on display in the National Museum."

Chen Zhizhi rubbed his chin, flipped through his book with interest: "Really, I'm pretty great."

Chen Yici echoed seriously:

"Yes, great."

"Where is the National Museum, take me to see it."

Chen Yici said while chopping vegetables:

"Okay, but would you like to eat something first? Have you eaten yet?"

Chen Zhizhi flipped through his book with relish and shook his head:

"No, who wants to eat the food made by Mom."

Ever since Chen Yici made that meal, Chen Yici was basically cooking at home. Everyone was salivating for the endless dishes and various dishes, and there was no interest in eating capsules.

There was even a farming trend in the country.

Everyone stopped singing, dancing, and painting. They ran to the fields to take care of the vegetable seedlings, looking forward to the stars and the moon, only hoping to eat a few mouthfuls of fresh seasonal vegetables.

Chen Yici really can't take on the heavy responsibility of growing and cooking for everyone by himself. After all, there are so many people and his own ability is limited.

So he simply made a pamphlet and distributed it to everyone.

The booklet describes the basic methods of growing vegetables, such as watering, fertilizing, turning the soil, and so on.

In fact, it is not difficult to grow vegetables in this country. The vitality of the plants in the country is very tenacious, and under normal circumstances, the vegetables will not die.

In addition, he also made recipes for cooking and carefully distributed them to everyone.

Originally I wanted to buy recipes in the bookstore, but later I felt that it was not good, so I decided to make it more realistically.

According to the types of vegetables grown in the kingdom, he divided the catalogs and made recipes for everyone, and added precautions at the end, such as not adding too much chili, which is easy to burn the throat and so on.

He was afraid that everyone would not understand clearly, so he drew a few schematic diagrams according to the steps.

Chen Yici made a simple loofah fried meat and seaweed soup. Considering Chen Zhizhi's taste, he added a spare rib.

When he brought it up, he just heard Chen Zhizhi wailing:

"impossible!!"

"this is not me!!"

"Why do I have so many beards and wrinkles!"

Chen Yici poked his head over and saw the picture.

It was an iconic photo of Mr. Chen standing in his study room and taking photos with many young people.

Mr. Chen worked in silence all his life, never attended any public events, and there are only a handful of photos.

Although Chen Lao in the photo had a smile on his face, he had an aura of calmness and prestige.

He was dressed in a white robe, which made him even more imposing, and on the white wall behind him were four shocking big characters of "Hui Feng He Chang".

Chen Yici squinted his eyes, compared the photo with his brother's clothes in reality, and added fuel to the fire thoughtfully:

"You and the photo... seem to be wearing the same clothes."

Chen Zhizhi almost jumped up:

"What nonsense are you talking about!!"

Chen Yici couldn't help laughing, and comforted his brother: "It's okay, don't you look handsome when you are old?"

After getting along for so many days, he found that his brother really pays attention to appearance, skin care and clothes are the same, and what he hates the most is that others say he is old.

In that case, looking at pictures of him when he was old is indeed too cruel for him.

Chen Zhizhi said angrily: "Why are you old? I will always be 22 years old, forever!"

Chen Yici nodded, like coaxing a child:

"Where is it, brother, you will always be 18 years old."

That photo really caused a big blow to Chen Zhizhi, he only ate one or two pieces of his favorite spare ribs when eating.

Chen Yici didn't say anything. After giving him a buffer time, he finished washing the dishes before saying:

"Let's go to the National Museum, didn't you just say you wanted to go?"

Chen Zhizhi nodded lazily, it seemed that he still hadn't recovered from the blow that he would grow old.

In fact, Chen Yici's grasp of his brother's psychology was quite precise, and when he got to the museum, his brother couldn't move.

Today is a day off and the museum is crowded.

The museum is divided into upper and lower floors, covers an area of ​​10,000+ square meters, and is divided into several exhibition areas.

The painting and calligraphy exhibition area is on the top floor.

The two looked all the way from the first floor, and Chen Zhizhi's eyes became serious the moment they touched the window.

Although Chen Yici couldn't read it, he could still feel the solemn atmosphere in the museum. He concentrated on looking at the text annotations on the window and didn't bother his brother.

The two walked all the way, and it took nearly two or three hours to reach the third floor.

The three-story building is more classical than the first floor. The marble floor reflects the glass and display cabinets, and the dim light shines on the calligraphy and paintings, making people travel back to those distant times.

There were not too many people on the third floor, and the whole environment seemed quieter.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhizhi didn't look for his own calligraphy and painting when he came here, but wandered among the many calligraphy and painting, staring at the window with fascination, Chen Yici called him a few times, but he didn't respond, as if isolated from the surroundings.

Chen Yici didn't want to bother him, and found the label "Chen Zhizhi" among the many exhibits, and stopped in front of his brother's window to appreciate the calligraphy and painting carefully, feeling a sense of pride spontaneously.

After an unknown amount of time, his brother finally came over, his eyes also fell on the calligraphy and painting.

Chen Zhizhi looked thoughtfully at the largest pair of books displayed in the glass window, tilting his head as if he was smacking something.

Chen Zhizhi's calligraphy is located in the middle of the glass, in the most conspicuous position of the exhibition hall, and occupies a huge area, so it can be easily seen at a glance.

This pair of calligraphy and painting can be regarded as the treasure of the town hall. It has been hung here since the establishment of the hall, attracting countless people to take photos.

Chen Zhizhi stared at the calligraphy in a daze.

Chen Yici admired the majestic and harmonious calligraphy:

"This word is too beautiful."

Chen Zhizhi frowned:

"This pair is fake."

Chen Yici suspected that he heard it wrong:

"What did you say?"

Chen Zhizhi's voice was actually not loud, just a few tourists taking pictures nearby could hear it.

Seeing that Chen Yici couldn't hear clearly, he specially amplified his voice, and said in a voice that could be heard on the third floor:

"I said, this word is fake, fake!!"

The lingering sound of the voice drifted away in the hall, and now everyone turned around, looking at this handsome man wearing gold-rimmed glasses with complicated expressions.

Chen Yici looked shocked, blinked hard at him, and rushed up to cover his mouth.

Chen Zhizhi thought that he didn't understand the meaning of what he said, so Chen Yici covered his mouth and stubbornly wanted to growl. His voice resounded throughout the museum:

"Hmm... I didn't write this!! So it's fake! It's a fake! Do you understand?"

Everyone in the pavilion: ...? ? ?

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-2420:18:42~2021-07-2519:08:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Agen 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!