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

Chen Yici listened to the two people's ineffective communication for a long time, walked between the curator and his brother, separated the two, faced the curator, and made up the truth:

"It's not that my brother disrespects the old man, on the contrary, he likes the old man Chen Zhi Zhi very much."

Seeing the astonished expression of "what kind of international joke are you talking about" on the curator's face, Chen Yici continued to edit without changing his face.

He quietly pulled the curator aside:

"Don't mind, my brother just doesn't have a good brain and has some problems."

The curator looked at Chen Yici in doubt.

Chen Yici nodded his temple: "He was pushed into the head by a bull's horn in the field, and his brain has not worked well since then."

The curator looked back at Chen Zhizhi.

A guy who looks quite iconic, but not quite.

But judging from his series of behaviors that ordinary people can't understand just now, it is true that only this explanation can make sense.

Chen Zhizhi turned his head and met the curator's pity gaze, and tilted his head in doubt:

"?"

The curator turned his head and sighed: "All right."

Forget it, for the sake of him being a fool, there is no way to argue with him for all the things he has done, and he can only admit that he is unlucky.

Seeing that the time is right, Chen Yici continues the second part of the nonsense:

"Curator, in fact, you don't know that my brother is a fanatic of Chen Zhizhi, to what extent? He often fantasizes that he is Chen Zhizhi."

The curator's pupils trembled, and Chen Zhizhi's various strange behaviors just now flashed through his mind.

With a critical face, he said that the calligraphy was a fake, and then confidently said that he would write it himself.

And... when I praised Chen Zhizhi in front of him, he had a humble but secretly satisfied expression on his face.

There are all kinds of details, and everything is right.

……

The curator broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that he had actually fought the fool for half an hour.

This idiot is also a little crazy and paranoid.

Fortunately nothing happened.

Chen Zhizhi turned his head, and was looking into the dean's eyes full of fear.

Chen Zhizhi: "?"

He touched himself unconfidently, and looked behind him.

baffling.

The curator sighed after slowing down, and said earnestly:

"Your brother, this... this, this, this, the mental problem is serious, you have to take your brother to a professional mental hospital or see a psychologist, you can't... this, let him out casually."

Chen Yici even claimed it was, and immediately started the third part of nonsense:

"I know, I can't hold back."

"But my brother really knows Mr. Chen Zhizhi very well. It can be said that he knows Mr. Chen best."

"From the details of life to his personality, especially Mr. Chen's calligraphy style and writing habits, no one knows better than him."

The curator waved his hand, thinking that he is a little fool, without professional training, how much he can understand is all self-orgasm.

Chen Yici persisted and said:

"If you don't believe me, you can ask him. As long as it's about Chen, there's no question he can't answer."

The curator waved his hand: "You still take your brother to see a doctor—"

Chen Yici held the curator's half-promoted hand and begged:

"You try."

The curator shook Chen Yici's hand for a long time, feeling irritable.

He really didn't want to quarrel with these two people anymore, and wanted to end this farce quickly, so after thinking about it, he threw out a question:

"What did you draw in the picture that Chen Zhizhi gave to Zheng Yuanhe?"

Chen Zhizhi didn't answer, but looked at the curator and asked:

"Who is Zheng Yuanhe to you?"

The curator snorted, determined that he couldn't answer, tapped the ground with his cane, and said impatiently:

"You don't care who it is."

The curator's surname is Zheng.

And Zheng Yuanhe is his great-great-great-great-grandfather, and his father was a calligrapher.

He grew up listening to his father tell stories about his great-great-great-great-grandfather and Chen Zhizhi when he was a baby.

He is old now, and his father has passed away many years ago, but he still remembers his father's proud expression when he mentioned his great-great-great-great-grandfather.

Chen Zhizhi and Zheng Yuanhe are close friends, the two have a deep friendship and cherish each other.

Zheng Yuanhe is also a famous calligrapher and has created many works that have been handed down for generations.

He and Chen Zhizhi often exchanged calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings.

Everyone was waiting for Chen Zhi to answer, but unexpectedly, Chen Zhi remained silent.

The curator guessed that this person was seriously ill, so he waved his hand irritably and urged:

"Can you tell me?"

Chen Zhizhi seemed to be frozen, standing in place, and after a long time, when everyone's patience was about to run out, he spoke slowly:

""Qingming", "Noon", "Playing on Water", and "Bamboo Garden"."

Everyone looked at Chen Zhizhi, but they didn't know whether it was true or not. After all, who would have studied the picture that Mr. Chen gave to Mr. Zheng.

But the curator was shocked.

It's secondary to being right, and the last picture, Bamboo Garden, was made by the two of them when they were drunk. This calligraphy and painting has never been disclosed to the outside world.

This painting has been treasured hundreds of years ago and has been kept privately at home.

Apart from the family members, the only one who knows is old Mr. Chen Zhizhi.

When later generations liquidated Mr. Chen's calligraphy and paintings, this painting was not included.

How did the young man in front of him know?

The curator froze and said:

"You... know Bamboo Garden?"

Chen Zhizhi seemed not to have heard it, and kept staring at the curator for a while, observing his expression, and instead of answering, asked a question:

"Zheng Yuanhe is your...great-great-great-great-grandfather?"

According to his birth date hundreds of years ago in this world, it should be this generation.

The curator was taken aback for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

This first point caused a sensation not only among the onlookers, but also on the Internet.

"Fuck, the director of the National Museum, Zeng Zeng Zeng Zeng, is Zheng Yuanhe?"

"Zheng Yuanhe is also an awesome person. The curator is so low-key, he never said anything."

"Judging from the conversation between the two, Zheng Yuanhe and Chen Zhizhi have a good relationship?"

……

Chen Zhizhi said with some emotion: "Then you have to call me Grandpa Zeng-Zeng-Zeng?"

Unexpectedly, that guy's great-great-great-great-grandson are all so big.

And he was still so young.

curator:"……"

Forget it, don't argue with fools.

The curator shook his head.

The person in front of him knew the calligraphy and painting in Zhuyuan, and guessed his identity. Whether it was metaphysics, or he really knew something, this young man was indeed not simple.

He found a stool and sat down:

"Forget it, tell me, what's wrong with this painting?"

Speaking of this calligraphy and painting, Chen Zhizhi became serious.

This painting seems to be imitated quite well, from the paper to each seal, all the effort has been done.

But as long as you compare it with the original, you can tell the authenticity at a glance.

Chen Zhizhi simply said:

"Prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me, and you will know when I write a picture."

Netizens have:

"Hello? What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you arresting this man? Listening to his nonsense here, I think the curator is about to be brainwashed."

However, unexpectedly, the curator did not deny it, and nodded to make people ready to write.

"Really want to write? Are you sure you want to humiliate yourself?"

"In front, you don't remember what Chen Yici said on the show before. He said that his family is all artists."

"In that case, let him write and see what 'masterpieces' he can write."

……

Things developed completely beyond everyone's expectations.

The policeman who was carrying a gun put down his gun, gathered around and stuck out his head to look at the paper curiously.

The security team also poked their heads to watch the excitement.

At this moment, several people in Chinese tunic suits walked in from the gate.

When the curator saw the person coming, he immediately got up from the stool.

The staff in the museum also stepped aside one after another, not daring to breathe when they saw the visitor.

The curator got up and said to the visitor:

"Old Pan, why are you here?"

The person who came was none other than Pan Ming, an appraisal expert from the Calligraphy Association, and one of the famous contemporary calligraphers.

At that time, he was responsible for the identification of Chen Zhizhi's calligraphy and painting.

He has practiced Chen style calligraphy since he was a child, and he knows Chen Zhi Zhi very well.

Furthermore, he has never made any mistakes in appraising paintings and calligraphy. Today I heard that a young man in his twenties pointed out that the painting he appraised was a fake.

Before Pan Ming could answer, he saw several people walking in from the door.

The president of the Calligraphy Association, the leader of the National Appraisal Center...

The curator's heart was about to skip a beat, how did this farce develop into this?At the same time, I regretted endlessly, knowing that I should not agree to his request.

Now it's not just about the museum, even people from the Calligraphy Association and Appraisal Center are here.

The person in front of him is a fool, and the words written are □□[-]% chickens pecking at each other, and the remaining [-]% are chickens pecking at random.

The staff hurriedly moved chairs for these big guys.

Netizens are waiting to see a good show:

"Wow, the gathering of big bosses has caused such a big scene? Seriously?"

"Squat, squat, I bet his handwriting is not as good as mine."

"Upstairs, how good-looking a farmer who never went to school can have. Your bet is meaningless. I bet he is not as good-looking as my kindergarten sister."

Chen Yici scanned around, never seen such a big scene, and said to his brother earnestly:

"Brother, come on, everyone here has a lot of background, you should write seriously."

Chen Zhizhi snorted, nodded seriously, and then sighed earnestly:

"I'm really amazing. There are so many people studying my work?"

Chen Yici: "?"