Since it was not yet time to enter the arena, only a dozen or so relatives sat in the auditorium that could accommodate 2,000 people, and the person in charge of the event was still directing the final arrangement of the rostrum with a loud voice. After entering the arena from the staff passageway, Lin Yan dragged Ayan to find their seats in the middle of the fourth row. As Weiwei said, they had a good view, and they were only behind the seats of the school leaders and guests with pink labels.
Unexpectedly, there was a boy sitting next to Lin Yan's seat, "Excuse me, excuse me." Lin Yan said, when the boy looked up, he turned out to be the PSP guy he met in the front hall, with a face like a grasshopper and a youthful face. Pox, after being interrupted while playing the game, he pulled the corner of his mouth to make an impatient expression, and turned his body slightly to make way for the little Taoist priest and Lin Yan.
He probably also came in through the back door. I saw him queuing at the door just now, Lin Yan thought. Afraid of Ayan's embarrassment, he left the leftmost position adjacent to the PSP for Xiao Yu, sat in the middle by himself, opened the activity manual and began to read. The booklet was well-made, and it was heavy in the hand. After scanning the pages, Lin Yan got a general idea. The theme of this lecture was the identification of cultural relics collections during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. The colored pages printed some porcelain, jade, calligraphy and paintings. After that, there was an interactive session, but the contents were not written. Lin Yan handed the brochure to the empty seat on the left, and asked softly, "Does it look familiar?"
The PSP man sitting next to him turned his head and looked at Lin Yan puzzled. Lin Yan was a little embarrassed, took the booklet back, and said awkwardly, "I'm not asking you."
PSP gave him a merciless look.
The rostrum was ready, the audience filed in through the side doors on both sides, and the lecture hall was noisy. Xiao Yu didn't seem to like crowded places, so he broke off Lin Yan's hand from the booklet and pinched it in his hand. Lin Yan was a little nervous. From the perspective of others, his left hand was hanging stiffly in the air. He struggled twice but failed. Compromising, clasped Xiao Yu's fingers and put them on the armrest.
After the audience was seated, Professor Chen, who was as gentle as a file folder, came out from the backstage. His black suit and red striped tie made him look quite dignified. The professor sat down on the rostrum, cleared his throat after fiddling with the microphone and notebook, and then the host came on stage, and the audience went dark, leaving only the background PPT and the chasing light on the host.
"The lecture has officially begun. Today we are honored to invite experts in cultural relics appraisal, Professor Chen, an appraisal researcher of the Palace Museum, to give you a lecture on the appreciation and collection of antiques in the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty..." the host read.
The auditorium was dark and gloomy, and the quality of the audience was high. The auditorium of 2,000 people was packed but silent. Lin Yan turned his head to the left, and was so frightened that he almost jumped up. There was a person sitting in the vacant seat, and he looked out of place among the well-dressed students. His long hair blocked most of his face. From Lin Yan's angle, he could vaguely see Seeing the straight nose bridge and pale skin, her thin lips were tightly pressed, and she stared intently at the rostrum. In the blue light and shadow of the chasing light, the large bloodstains on his clothes were particularly strange. Lin Yan's hand trembled subconsciously, Xiao Yu turned his head to look at him, revealing a pair of sinister black pupils between his black hair, and exerted some force on his hands, As if afraid that Lin Yan would run away.
I don't know if the image of the ghost is fixed on the way he died. Lin Yan tried his best to calm his heartbeat while lamenting that if he could change it, he would have to wait for this ancestor to wash and change his clothes so that he would not be scared to death when he saw him in the middle of the night. Lin Yan touched A Yan, pouted his mouth in Xiao Yu's direction, and whispered, "Can you see him?"
Ayan shook her head suspiciously.
Lin Yan heaved a sigh of relief, he really didn't want to be regarded as the unlucky male protagonist who sat next to the ghost in the movie theater in "The Devil Will Show".
"In the first part of the activity, we invite Professor Chen to analyze the basic knowledge and rules of antique appraisal with a few pieces of his own collection as examples. The second part is the interactive time. We will invite ten students to come to the stage to conduct a small activity. It will be announced at that time, and the students who won the final can ask Professor Chen to engrave a seal as a commemoration... "
There was a commotion in the audience, Lin Yan was a little puzzled, he turned his head and asked A Yan what was so strange about it. "This, this teacher's seal cutting, calligraphy, and calligraphy are very famous, and the starting price is not low." A Yan said softly.
The host closed the script and continued: "...and you can get a separate question time after the event. Professor Chen will be happy to answer your questions about industry development, career orientation or majors."
Lin Yan frowned. This sounded more tempting. It would take a long time to ask Xiao Yu about it, and maybe he would have to play psychological warfare... Lin Yan thought.
After the applause, the host left the stage, the chasing light went out, and only the background PPT was left with shining blue light in the entire venue. Professor Folder took a sip of water, said a few simple opening remarks, and then started to get down to business. The first photo released is a shallow-mouthed blue-and-white crane plate with a large pattern. The shape is ordinary, but the color is elegant and quiet, the tire is fine and smooth, and the enamel is thick, which is in line with the solemn and round characteristics of the Chenghua period.
"In the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, the carcass of the porcelain was light and thin, and it was tooth-white or flesh-red when viewed against the light. It was as fat as milk, shiny and smooth, and the fetal fine glaze was also fine. It was high, deep and elegant, and it was the same. In terms of color, the decorative lines are slender , using the double-line outline coloring method, the coloring is lighter. It is worth mentioning that during this period, fighting color became an innovative variety, and the color is exquisite and graceful... "
At this point in the file folder, a girl wearing a light green phoenix-tailed skirt flashed in the background, and a pair of bamboo-leaf bowls were placed on a vermilion lacquer tray in her hands. Green bamboo leaves floated on the sky-blue background. Lin Yan was a little disdainful. The last auction for a pair was only 50,000 yuan, which is much cheaper than the bunch of titles in front of the professor's name.
After the lecture on porcelain, the PPT was replaced by the Narcissus Hairpin, a work by the famous sculptor Lu Zigang. Although it is a photo, it can be seen that the carving is exquisite, and the details are like strands of hair. The palm-high white jade seed material mountain, the white jade is crystal clear in the light of the small spotlight, and the carving is also delicate. The girl turned the tray around, revealing the stiff skin behind. Lin Yan frowned when she saw it.
"Who will evaluate this carving?" Folder asked lazily.
No one answered, and the audience was silent. Lin Yan muttered softly, "Second Lord." He thought his voice was quiet enough, but he didn't expect the auditorium to be too quiet, so these words came to the rostrum abruptly.
The professor's eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "Go ahead."
Lin Yan's face turned red all of a sudden. After hesitating for a while, he stood up reluctantly, gestured and said, "The quality of the jade is undoubtedly seed material, but in the process of processing, in order to sell a better price, the merchant re-made it on the jade. A layer of fake autumn pear skin does not affect the price, and it is not considered a fake, but it looks awkward."
The file folder nodded approvingly. Lin Yan's heart was still beating when he sat down. He didn't like talking in public, so let's just forget about the class meeting. In the auditorium with 2,000 people, there would be an echo. It would be embarrassing if something went wrong. Lin Yan was a little scared when he grew up.
"You, you have such a good eye." The little Taoist said softly, "It's not like I can only memorize memorization."
The soft voice softened Lin Yan's heart. Just as he was about to say a few words of humility, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulders. With a strong hook, Lin Yan fell directly on Xiao Yu's lap, and his icy breath rushed up. A cold hand pinched his chin, his thumb lightly brushed back and forth across his cheek, his long hair hanging down his neck was itchy. Lin Yan supported Xiao Yu's knees and wanted to sit up, but Xiao Yu refused, and the two were deadlocked in the dark.
Lin Yan forgot that only he could see Xiao Yu. This scene looked extremely strange to others. The boy who had just finished answering the professor's question was lying on the empty seat next to him, as if he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried...
"Aren't you sick, buddy?" The PSP man rolled his eyes at Lin Yan, and moved his butt to the left in disgust.
Lin Yan struggled to sit up straight, apologized to the PSP in embarrassment, leaned on the back of the chair in front of him and continued to listen to the lecture with a serious look. Only he himself knew what happened, a ghost, a who The invisible man was embracing his waist unscrupulously, slowly kissing him from the neck, the cold tip of his nose rubbed against his side face, and around his ears, he said in harmony with the airflow: "Heh..."
Lin Yan had goosebumps, his arms were stiffly supporting the back of the chair, his expression was tense, his earlobe was licked, it was wet and soft to the touch, his whole body trembled, and the tip of his tongue wrapped around the opening of his ear hole Looking around, looking in from time to time, the extremely ambiguous voice seemed to be amplified countless times by a loudspeaker. Lin Yan put his hand under his bangs to support his forehead, and covered his eyes by the way. Breathe.
He could no longer hear what Professor Folder was saying, and his sight was completely blocked. Xiao Yu leaned over from the front, put his hands on the armrests on both sides of Lin Yan, and licked his lips back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Itching, itching to the heart, angry, anxious and uncomfortable, Lin Yan began to recite Marxism in despair. The characteristic of capitalism is that it squeezes surplus value... value surplus... value squeezes socialist surplus... doctrine squeezes social value... all messed up... dead You can't be teased hard by a ghost at this kind of time, what should you do if you get hard... Lin Yan's eyes were flooded with water, he looked at Xiao Yu pleadingly, pinched his arm and shook his head lightly.
The hand that was about to touch his thigh was finally withdrawn, Xiao Yu leaned over and kissed Lin Yan's lips, and sat back on the seat.
There is no way to pass the day, Lin Yan thought sadly and indignantly.
"Next is the second session. Ten students are invited to come to the stage to play a small game of antique identification. We have prepared ten collections for everyone to identify the authenticity. The one with the most correct answers can specify the text. Teacher Chen will personally engrave a seal. "The host changed to a girl in a red jacket and said sweetly while holding the wheat.
Lin Yan was still in a state of adrenaline rush and did not recover.
"The student who spoke just now, Professor Chen invites you to come up."
There was silence in the auditorium, Lin Yan raised his head and stared blankly at the host, wondering why not continue? A Yan pushed Lin Yan, and said in a low voice: "The superior, the superior is calling you."
Lin Yan stood up hesitantly, pointed at the tip of his nose, and asked back at the red jacket, "Me?"
There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and the host was afraid of being left alone, so he held the microphone and joked: "This student must be hibernating."
The temperature on Lin Yan's face that had just dropped suddenly rose again. He is the worst at playing tricks in public, and a little mistake will make him uneasy. Lin Yan carefully supported the back of the chair to move out, couldn't help turning his head and gave Xiao Yu a hard look, the ghost calmly followed him and passed through the thighs of a row of people blocking the way. His walking posture is very unique, even though he is covered in blood and bare feet, he does not look sideways, his back is straight, unlike the current students with slumped shoulders and hunchbacks, he looks like he has been loved by the education system.
Lin Yan walked onto the stage from the aisle on one side, and adjusted his posture for a long time so as not to turn around.
The purple curtain behind the podium was opened, revealing the wide space behind. Under the warm stage lights, ten antique square tables with grand master chairs were lined up. An elegant mahogany brocade box was placed on the high platform in the middle of the front. The other nine people had already stood in front of the table on the far right, and the one closest to Lin Yan was the PSP guy who had a narrow Yuanjia Road.
The host raised his hand to signal Lin Yan to join them: "In order to better suit today's atmosphere, the ten students are going backstage to change their clothes. Teacher Chen and the audience are invited to rest for a while and come back immediately."
Lin Yan glanced down the stage, and saw that the stage was dazzled by the lights. The three rows of school leaders and guests were sitting in front of the stage. Behind the stage, there was a crowd of people that could not be seen at a glance. This was only one floor. Lin Yan's legs went limp when he saw it, not to mention the full audience on the second floor, but four large cameras with small red lights were facing him. Lin Yan only felt that ants were crawling all over his bones, his chest was pressed by a big stone, and his lungs turned into two squished plastic bottles, which couldn't get any air in.
If he could get away, he really wanted to run away immediately. After taking a few deep breaths, Lin Yan followed the team and entered the backstage through the gap between the curtains, clutching his palms.