The Pentium Era - South to North

The closing time of the Guggenheim Museum was 5:45 in the afternoon. Zhang Chen and the others stayed until closing time, then left and walked back along Fifth Avenue. When they passed the Metropolitan Museum, they still entered at the gate. People coming in and out.

Today is Friday, and on both Friday and Saturday, the Metropolitan Museum does not close until 9 p.m.

Zhang Chen looked at his watch and saw that it was still early. He told Zhao Xin, Liu Qing and the others, let's go in and take a look.

Everyone else agreed, but Zhang Xiangbei sat down on the steps at the door, looked at Zhang Chen from bottom to top and said, Either I sit here and wait for you.

Zhang Chen knew that Zhang Xiangbei was not interested in it, so he said: "Zhang Xiangbei, you are the translator, don't be lazy."

Zhang Xiangbei had no choice but to stand up and follow them inside.

Zhao Xin and Zhang Chen said: "Boss, we can learn from this method. On Fridays and Saturdays, the closing time is extended to nine o'clock in the evening. We can also do it. There are so many people coming to visit Mishi River on weekends. If we also open the museum, we will definitely attract more people to visit our museum on weekends.”

Zhang Chen said yes, this is a good idea.

"Then I will implement it immediately when I get back?" Zhao Xin said, Zhang Chen nodded.

Today is Zhang Chen's second visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The last time he came to New York, he spent half a day here, but he still felt that there was not enough time and he was not satisfied.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art is not the largest among the major museums. The entire museum is just one building, covering an area of ​​eight hectares, which is only one-ninth of the size of the Palace Museum in Beijing. However, its actual exhibition area is very large, with enough At more than 24 hectares, it is twice the size of the Palace Museum.

The good things in the Palace Museum really like to be hidden and kept secret. People who have visited the Forbidden City may feel this way. Most of the time they are actually looking at the house. They are really playing, not visiting. The whole thing In the Forbidden City, there is either a "no visitors allowed" hanging here, or there is a big lock on that side. There are not many collections that you can really see.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art has more than 200 galleries alone, and more than 3.3 million art treasures from all over the world, most of which are on display all year round.

Zhang Chen and Liu Qing said: "The characteristic of the Metropolitan Museum is that there is no so-called 'treasure of the museum', but another characteristic of it is that it has works by almost everyone, such as works by Raphael and Titian. , Caravaggio to Ingres, Rubens, Bruegel, Courbet, etc., the works of almost all the famous painters in the history of world art that you can name are here.

"We have to take more pictures here. Many of the pictures we take may not be used temporarily, but they can be kept as materials. When we go to Europe next time and photograph these painters again, these materials can be used. .”

Liu Qing turned around and asked the camera if you heard it.

The cameraman said, "As long as Mr. Zhang says hello to me, I will take a photo."

Zhang Chen said yes.

Zhao Xin was surprised at the side. He asked Zhang Chen, how could such a big museum not have a "treasure of the museum"?

"Yes, when you talk about the Louvre, you can immediately name the Venus de Milo, the Statue of Victory and the Mona Lisa, but there is really none here. Many people regard Degas' "Dance Classroom" as the It is the treasure of the museum, but in my opinion, it is far inferior to Pissarro's landscape paintings. Even among Degas's own works, "Dance Classroom" is not considered the best work.

"If you ask Americans, they will still regard "Washington Crossing the Delaware River" as a treasure of the museum, but in fact, you will know when you see this painting, the level is lower than Sargent's. Painting, at best, is the creation of major themes in our country. Are there any good works of this kind of propositional composition?

"If I were to make a review, I would regard Pissarro's "Montmartre Street on a Winter Morning" as the 'treasure of the museum' here. How wonderful that painting is. When you stand in front of it, It feels like you can smell it with your nose, and you can still hear the mixed sounds in the fresh air after the snow on the streets of Paris.”

When they were saying this, they were coming out of the nineteenth-century European painting and sculpture exhibition hall and preparing to go to the next exhibition hall. Zhao Xin said:

"Boss, where is this painting? Quickly take us to see it."

Zhang Chen said: "I don't know if they have made any adjustments. It turns out that the Impressionists had several exhibition halls connected together."

"There are no adjustments, it's still the same." Zhang Xiangbei said that he had no impression of the painting, but he still remembered the exhibition hall very clearly.

The group was about to go there when Xiaofang called and asked where they were. She had already arrived at "Huizhen Restaurant".

Zhang Chen said okay, we will come right away.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chen told everyone: "That's it for today. Let's go and eat. Anyway, we still have one day here tomorrow."

Knowing that Xiaofang was waiting for them, the group descended the high steps at the entrance of the Metropolitan Museum and quickened their pace as they walked forward.

Zhang Xiangbei led them from Fifth Avenue to Thirty-ninth Street, turned right, and saw a light box not far ahead, with the two Chinese characters "Huizhen" written on a white background and dark green. It goes without saying that this is definitely a Chinese restaurant.

The door of "Huizhen Restaurant" was not big, and the wooden-framed glass door was closed. Zhang Xiangbei pushed the door open and went in. There were two women standing inside the door. They nodded and bowed. The older one was in her thirties. , has short hair and is wearing a suit. He looks very energetic. He should be the proprietress or manager of this store.

The younger girls were dressed like waiters.

Zhang Chen and the others had already walked over. The woman in a suit said something to the girl. Zhang Chen stopped and asked:

"Are you from Wenzhou?"

The two people opposite were a little surprised. The woman in a suit asked Zhang Chen: "Can you understand Wenzhou dialect?"

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "If you tell me more clearly, I might even be able to tell where you are from Wenzhou."

The two looked at each other, somewhat disbelieving. The woman in the suit said again, this time with a higher volume. She was also talking to the girl, but she was speaking to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen said:

"Is it from the bank?"

Both women were surprised, and the woman in a suit shouted softly: "It's so awesome. Our Wenzhou dialect is already difficult to understand. Can you still tell where we are from? Sir, are you from Wenzhou too?"

Zhang Chen shook his head: "I'm from Zhejiang, but not Wenzhou. I'm from Yongcheng. Do you know Yongcheng?"

"Of course I know Yongcheng." The woman in the suit said, "There is a Wu Opera Troupe in Yongcheng, and they used to go to our town every year..."

As she spoke, she stared at Zhang Chen, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Sir, are you the Curly Hair who painted the scenery in the troupe?"

At this time, it was Zhang Chen's turn to be surprised. He shouted: "Do you know me?"

The woman in the suit burst out laughing and said happily: "It's really true. What a coincidence. I just said that you look familiar. You guys used to go to our place every year. How could I not recognize you? You were the one who painted my grandpa's portrait." , but I was only that old then.”

As she spoke, she made gestures on her chest with her hands. Zhang Chen also laughed. Zhang Chen asked:

"Are you Huizhen?"

"Yes, yes." Huizhen nodded, "What a coincidence, but your hair is not that curly anymore."

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "I was still hot at that time."

"People are fatter than then." Huizhen continued.

"Hmm, if you eat too much, you will gain weight." Zhang Chen said, and everyone laughed.

Just as they were talking, new guests came in, and Xiaofang waved to them again. Zhang Chen and Huizhen said, "Let's go in first."

Huizhen nodded and said, "Okay, please."

Zhang Chen and the others walked in and walked to Xiaofang. Xiaofang asked, what were you talking about with the landlady at the door for so long?

Zhang Xiangbei said: "The boss's wife recognized dad. They knew each other before."

"Really, such a coincidence?" Xiaofang shouted.

Zhang Chen quickly said, "It's not that we know each other, but she has met me before. At that time, our troupe would tour in Wenzhou every year. Within a few months, we visited almost every small town in the counties below Wenzhou. By the way, Zhang Xiangbei, you don’t know where you are at any time.

"What a coincidence." Liu Qing said, Zhang Chen nodded.

Because of this encounter, everyone was a little excited, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was very warm. After a while, Huizhen came over and said to Zhang Chen:

"Painter Zhang, I see that your dishes have been ordered. Can I give you another seafood fried rice noodles? Do you have the Wenzhou fine noodles just sent from China?"

Zhang Chen said yes, great!

She even remembered her last name. It seemed that Huizhen was really not lying when she said she knew Zhang Chen.

Huizhen nodded and had no intention of walking away. Instead, she raised her hand to say hello to the girl in the distance. It seemed that she was really happy to meet Zhang Chen here and wanted to chat with them more. meeting.

Huizhen asked: "Painter Zhang, are you all traveling from China?"

Zhang Chen said no, we are here to work. He patted Zhang Xiangbei beside him and said to her, this is my son, he is studying here.

Huizhen smiled and looked at Xiaofang, who was sitting with Zhang Xiangbei, and said, "Then this is your wife. She is so beautiful. She must be here to accompany her to study. This is probably not the first time I have seen her."

Xiaofang's face blushed slightly, and she quickly pointed to Zhang Xiangbei and said, "I am his aunt, I work here, yes, I have been to your place twice before."

"Ah ha, we will be acquaintances from now on. Welcome." Huizhen said, and Xiaofang quickly said thank you.

Zhang Chen then introduced Zhao Xin and said, this is my colleague, and then introduced Liu Qing and others, saying that they are from CCTV.

"Then they are all big shots." Huizhen said, Liu Qing and the others laughed, and Liu Qing said:

"They are just ordinary staff members, not big shots. However, I am also from Zhejiang, so we are half fellow villagers."

Zhang Chen said yes, she is from Hangzhou.

Liu Qing asked Huizhen to sit down for a while. Huizhen turned around and saw that there was nothing going on in the restaurant for the time being, so she sat down. Liu Qing asked:

“Are there many Wenzhou people in New York?”

Huizhen said: "There are not many here in New York, but there are many in Chicago. In the Chinese wholesale market in Chicago, we are all Wenzhou people."

Zhang Chen sighed: "Wenzhou people are so courageous. Back then, they dared to travel all over the country without speaking a word of Mandarin. Now, even if they can't speak a word of English, they dare to travel all over the world."

Huizhen smiled and said: "I was forced to come out to make a living. I have been in the United States for more than four years. I can speak English now. But if you show me an American newspaper, I can't understand a word. We ourselves can't understand a word." I was joking about how I became illiterate when I arrived in the United States."

Everyone laughed.

Zhang Chen asked: "Did you open this store yourself?"

Huizhen nodded.

"Is your husband working as a chef in the back?" Zhang Chen continued to ask.

Huizhen asked, "How do you know?"

Zhang Chen said, isn't that the case all the time? Huizhen nodded.

Huizhen remembered something and asked, "By the way, Painter Zhang, is that white lady in your group okay now?"

Zhang Chen knew that she was asking Tan Shuzhen, so Zhang Chen said, "Okay, now he is the big boss, a real estate developer."

"It's amazing." Huizhen said, "At that time, as long as you came to our place, the children in our town would go to the ruined temple to see you every day. The boys all liked to see the white lady, she was so pretty... "

Zhang Chen joked: "What about you? Do you all like to watch Xu Xian?"

Huizhen shook her head: "I don't like it. Your Xu Xian is a bit effeminate. We little girls all like to see it..."

Huizhen said and looked at Zhang Xiangbei. Xiaofang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. You agreed, he is already an adult."

Before Huizhen could say anything, she started laughing. She said, "We all like to see you, Painter Zhang. You are so good at painting, but you are still a curly hair."

Everyone laughed, Zhang Chen blushed, Huizhen turned to look at the kitchen, Zhang Chen quickly said:

"Don't let your husband hear it. If he comes out with a knife to chop me, I won't be able to bear it."

Everyone laughed even more. At this moment, the seafood fried noodles came. Everyone quickly put a chopstick into their own small bowls, took a bite, and all said it was delicious.

Zhang Xiangbei said: "It's even more delicious than the crispy rice at noon."

When they were paying for the meal, Huizhen disappeared in the restaurant. It was the girl who came to pay for them. She told Zhang Chen that the fried rice noodles were given by the landlady, and the other dishes were given a 30% discount by the landlady. , Zhang Chen quickly said, no need to discount.

"The boss lady said she wanted it, and she returned it. You are welcome to come back next time," the girl said.

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