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 any problem?"

Luo Xin raised her head and looked at him incredulously: "Don't you think there is any problem?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

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

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

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

Lin Chen glanced at her inexplicably, "What's so ashamed of? This is art."

"While depicting the beauty of the human body, it is also carefully placed in a harmonious natural landscape. This painting marks a revolution in artistic concepts."

Luo Xin heard it in the mist.

She doesn't know how to paint, so why do you tell her about this?

"I don't know what art is not artistic, I only know that this painting must never be hung!" Luo Xin said with hands on hips.

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

"Oh no, no, no, just no!" Luo Xin said. Then, he snatched the painting from Lin Chen's hand and rolled it up a little bit, cautiously.

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

Lin Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

"good."

After a pause, he said again: "How about I also draw a sleeping Luo Xin?"

Luo Xin's face blushed.

"Huh! Rogue, perverted!"

"I want to hide this painting, you can't peek at it!"

Lin Chen looked helpless: "Okay! Don't peek!"

After that, Luo Xin took the painting upstairs.

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

Where should I hide?

hide in……

Luo Xin's eyes lit up, and he hid the painting behind the head of the bed.

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

Not bad, she is such a clever ghost!

How could Lin Chen find this place?

After checking it carefully twice, Luo Xin went downstairs.

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

"Hidden in..." Luo Xin suddenly stopped, "Hey, I won't tell you!"

Lin Chen shook his head helplessly.

It's a pity that the picture is good.

In his eyes, this is really just a work of art, and there is absolutely no other idea.

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

At this time, his cell phone rang again.

"Who?" Luo Xin asked.

She didn't understand. Why do people always call Lin Chen every day?

Lin Chen picked up the phone and glanced at it, "It's Xuechang Zhao."

"He?" Luo Xin asked, and then put his hands on his cheeks: "Does the father and son call you again and again on this mobile phone?"

It's probably because of yesterday's affairs.

However, Lin Chen was really interesting.

Although she didn't understand the business affairs, she could still tell that the benefits the Zhao family had received yesterday were great.

Of course this is all because of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen didn't say anything, and directly 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? I wake up from alcohol?"

He remembered that Zhao Yuanhang drank a lot last night, so he just drank it.

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

Zhao Yuanhang also smiled: "This is still business, how can I not get up early?"

"What's the business?" Lin Chen asked.

"I just remembered that I still lacked a housewarming gift from you. I went back last night and my dad found out about it and scolded me bloody, so I hurried to come over and make it up today."

Lin Chen laughed after hearing the sound, "Hey, I thought it was something, this housewarming gift is unnecessary, come and play if you want to come."

Hearing this, Luo Xin suddenly became vigilant.

Are Zhao Yuanhang's second goods coming here?

She suddenly remembered that when they were in the restaurant, the two hooked up their shoulders...

Is this guy coming to grab Lin Chen from her again?

Luo Xin looked at the ceiling speechlessly.

She now doubted whether Zhao Yuanhang was bent.

I blame Lin Chen for being so handsome, now she thinks everyone wants a rival in love.

At this time, Zhao Yuanhang said again: "Hey, what you said is wrong, I will pass now, wait for me."

After speaking, Zhao Yuanhang hung up the phone before Lin Chen responded.

Lin Chen couldn't laugh or cry with the mobile phone.

That's it, let him send it.

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

Lin Chen was also quite helpless.

He really didn't care about this gift or something.

Zhao Yuanhang also smiled and said: "Look at me, I came here empty-handed yesterday, and I forgot the housewarming gift. I came here to make it up for you today."

Lin Chen said: "Senior Zhao is polite."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanhang hurriedly stopped his words: "Don't call me Senior Zhao in the future. I can't afford the word'senior' now. You should call me by my name, otherwise I'm a little panicked."

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

At this moment, Luo Xin leaned forward, pointed to 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: "Just look at it."

Luo Xin looked intently.

"What's this, inkpad and paper?"

"Also, what is it that is so dark?"

Lin Chen frowned slightly: "This is...Longquan inkpad, Li Yangui ink, Dongba paper?"

Luo Xin was confused when she heard it, and looked at Zhao Yuanhang and then at Lin Chen.

How can there be so many sayings about this inkpad and paper?

And the black blocks, is it ink?

Well, she is a rough person, she doesn't understand.

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

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

"I'm interested."

These things are indeed what many calligraphy and painting lovers dream of, but he doesn't feel anything.

At this time, Luo Xin came over again: "Who can give me science?"

Lin Chen said lightly: "This is Longquan inkpad. 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 and ink artists."

"The manufacturing process is extremely complicated. Using this inkpad to seal calligraphy and painting works, even if you put it in water for three days and three nights, it will not fade. It is also my country's provincial-level intangible cultural heritage."

At this point, Luo Xin's small mouth has opened into an "O" shape.

"Is an ink pad so cute? What about this paper and ink?"

Lin Chen said again: "The paper is Dongba paper, which is insect-proof and ant-proof, and the front is not decayed. The highest sheet of this paper sold for 20,000 yuan. How can such a stack cost nearly one million?"

"The ink is Li Yangui ink, known as the world's first ink, and has a history of a thousand years. It is said that a catty of pine smoke ink, three or two pearl powder, one or two jade shavings borneol, plus valuables such as musk and rhino horn can be made. Out such a small piece of ink."