The decorative style of the Bronze Art Museum is very consistent with its name.
The exterior walls of the entire venue have been decorated with bronze texture and color.
However, those who entered the painting were not in the mood to appreciate this quaint and atmospheric building. A cold autumn rain was hitting the entire city. The temperature dropped sharply three times a week, and the freezing caught these foreigners by surprise. Qin Ci even As soon as I got off the plane, I bought a thin down jacket and put it on my body.
Wearing a baseball cap and a baseball uniform on his head, Ke Xun stood at the entrance of the art museum in a fashionable manner, attracting young girls passing by to look at him.
The Bronze Art Museum opened at 9:00 in the morning, and it is now 8:40. In the group of five who entered the painting theory, there is still Mu Yiran who has not arrived yet.
"Can the boss be in time?" Wei Dong shrank his teeth from the cold in the thick sweater.
Mu Yiran went to the Apennine Peninsula. He had just gotten off the plane when Ke Xun called him at around three o'clock last night.
Ke Xun put his hands in his pockets and looked at the rain on the street: "What's the hurry, it's too late to enter the painting before eight o'clock in the evening, let him sleep longer."
"Tsk tsk, obviously you will feel distressed," Wei Dong turned his head, "Come on, Hao Wen'er, brother hurts you, put your hand in my pocket, my pocket is warm."
Zhu Haowen raised a hand expressionlessly, wearing a thin thread glove on his hand.
"You're all very good at taking care of yourself," Wei Dong shuddered, "I regret not listening to my mother's advice to wear more clothes, I'm almost freezing and urinating... Ke'er, bring extra clothes. Yet?"
Ke Xun took off the shoulder bag and threw it to him: "Just a coat, you put it on first, don't get it dirty."
"Damn, I'm starting to dislike me now. With a daughter-in-law, I forget my mother's unfilial son!" Wei Dong turned out his clothes, but saw that it was a short black woolen trench coat.
"Huh? Don't you never wear this kind of formal clothes?" Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun very strangely. Seeing that Ke Xun was still standing there with his back, he only gave him the back of his head to let him experience it for himself. , "Yeah, I understand, this is specially prepared for the bosses, I'm afraid of freezing people - tsk tsk tsk, these people who have a family are different, they are much more careful than us rough people."
Wearing a trench coat on the top and jeans on the bottom, Wei Dong looked up at the sky: "It's still very cloudy today. With such rain, I don't know how many people are willing to come to the museum today."
"Don't worry about others, have you reviewed the knowledge of paintings in this museum?" Ke Xun turned his face and asked him.
"It's good to review," Wei Dong said, "the museum exhibits all the Chinese paintings of modern and contemporary painters. I have written down all the information about the collections in this gallery that we searched on the Internet, and put them on my mobile phone. Also backed up a document and pictures of all paintings, don't worry!"
"I feel that this time it should be smoother than the previous paintings," Qin Ci wanted to convey his optimism to everyone, and looked back at the closed door of the art museum with a smile, "We have done quite a lot of preparations this time. Enough."
"The premise is that everything can be done step by step, and there will be no emergencies." Zhu Haowen was always calm.
At nine o'clock, the door of the art gallery opened from the inside, and two staff members carried a roll-up poster and placed it outside the door.
Several people looked at the content on the poster in unison, and then looked at each other.
Just see it says: The new paintings of the Bronze Art Museum are on display today, all are welcome...
"... This is so..." Wei Dong looked at his companions with a speechless expression on his face, "Is it deliberately trying to make it difficult for us! I bet that the painting we are going to enter today must be a newcomer in this museum. One of those paintings! I prepared it in vain before!"
"The soldiers will come to block," Ke Xun's mood was not fluctuating, "you go ahead and warm up, I'll be waiting here."
The other three were not polite to him either and entered the hall.
Ke Xun's cell phone rang at the right time, glanced at the caller's name, and the corners of his mouth lifted up involuntarily: "Why don't you sleep for a while?... Well, we haven't arrived yet, we're just about to go out, I guess we can go back and forth with you... No hurry. , you buy something to eat on the way, don't go hungry... Oh, what to eat?... Okay, drink more hot water. Are you wearing thick clothes? It's raining here and it's cold.... Can I treat myself badly? , I'm sweating.... Okay, I'll wait for you.... Don't worry, I'm not standing outside, I'll enter the museum as soon as I go
Seeing that the time on the phone was approaching 9:40, Ke Xun turned his head and entered the art museum. After less than five minutes, he saw Mu Yiran walking into the door holding a black umbrella.
"Am I good?" Ke Xun greeted him and stretched out his arms to hug him.
"Ignore the rain on your body." Mu Yiran pursed his lips, and wrapped his arms around his waist with the other arm that wasn't holding an umbrella.
The two had not seen each other for more than ten days, and Mu Yiran had been busy, flying around at home and abroad.
"How many days can I stay in China this time?" Ke Xun tilted his head and ran his lips across his cheek as he retracted his embrace.
Mu Yiran looked at the moisture sticking to his eyebrows and eyelashes, raised his hand to gently wipe it for him, and said in a calm and shallow voice, "This time, I will stay as long as you want me to stay."
Ke Xun was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips slowly raised: "Dear, I will not be polite to you, since you asked me to tell me, then I hope that from today, you will stay by my side forever, and you will not Do you regret it?"
Mu Yiran raised his hand to cover the dog's head with his hat off, rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice, "This problem of yours is very difficult to deal with."
"As long as you don't leave for more than ten days, I will be happy if you clean up and kill me." Ke Xun held his hand.
Mu Yiran glanced at him, walked in, and said lightly, "As you wish."
Ke Xun: "..."
So the boss means that he will no longer leave for more than ten days, or is he going to "clean up" him to death? …
Think a little excited.
The other three were not idle when they entered the museum ahead of time. Instead, they asked the staff in charge of the museum for information about the new batch of paintings. Unfortunately, the staff did not know much about it. They only said that they were shipped by air last night. This morning After seven o'clock, let the staff come in to hang pictures.
The three people walked around the hall and saw that the new batch of paintings were all Chinese paintings, including those of contemporary painters, as well as imitations of ancient paintings.
Everyone looked at it in vain. The thousand-year-old Chinese civilization, the paintings from ancient times to the present, have no way of guessing which one of the target paintings in the target exhibition hall will be.
"Are you going in now?" Standing at the door of the target exhibition hall, Wei Dong asked Mu Yiran and Ke Xun.
"Come in, if you go in early, you might be able to find clues earlier." Ke Xun never hesitated because of fear. Holding Mu Yiran's hand, he took the lead into the exhibition hall.
When the lights went out and the beam of light from the void fell on the target painting, Ke Xun saw a faded ancient painting.
Color, silk, dark tones, blurred patterns.
Thin gray strips outline the ocean and the giant ship, the sky is smeared with water-stained chaos, and under the vast ocean, it seems that there are densely packed living creatures.
Before I could take a closer look, the white light was already bright, and when I opened my eyes again, people had entered the painting.
"Wow-wow-"
A vast sea of dark ink suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"Fuck... this is... a boat?" Wei Dong turned around and looked around in shock.
Obviously this is the giant ship depicted in the painting, with a wooden hull and two deck superstructures, each with about a dozen rooms, quaint doors and windows, and a black background hanging on the high mast. A banner with golden characters on it.
"This painting is..." Qin Ci looked at everyone.
"The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea." Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen answered.
The two saw the name of the painting before entering the painting.
"Is this painting famous?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran's eyes moved slightly, and his voice was calm: "This is a privately collected painting, which has never been released to the public, and I only heard a few words from a friend in the industry occasionally, but I didn't expect its imitations to appear in the this place."
"Friend?" Ke Xun tilted his head to look at him.
"A connoisseur of calligraphy and painting over sixty years old and a lover of Chinese culture," Mu Yiran glanced at him, "is an islander."
"We make friends all over the world." Ke Xun boasted.
"Your expression just now tells us that this is not what you meant to say." Wei Dong squinted, "I smell the sour smell of love."
"How much do you know about this painting?" Zhu Haowen asked Xiang Mu Yiran.
"Not much," Mu Yiran's expression was also a little solemn, "the owner of this painting refused to disclose the content of the painting to anyone, and only mentioned a few words while drinking and chatting with friends while drunk. His friend is the connoisseur of calligraphy and painting I mentioned, and the owner of the painting, like him, is an islander."
"So which country is this painting from?" Wei Dong asked.
"The paintings of ancient my country are not recorded in any documents." Mu Yiran said.
"How did our country's paintings end up in the hands of the people of the island country? Did they burn, kill, kidnap and loot again?" Ke Xun asked.
"I also have a question," Qin Ci continued. "Since this painting has never been made public before, how can it be determined that it is a Chinese painting?"
Mu Yiran replied unhurriedly: "The owner of the painting is Fukuoka, and he lives in the coastal area of an island country. His ancestors made a living by fishing and possessed superb underwater skills.
"Hundreds of years ago, a certain generation of ancestors in Fukuoka was fishing at sea and stumbled upon a sunken ship.
"The Fukuoka family gathered all the children with good water skills and went to the sea to salvage it. However, the sunken ship was too old, and most of the items on the ship had lost their value. The Fukuoka family only picked up a few valuables that were left. The silk painting in the water-proof container is one of them.
"The Fukuoka family sold a few salvaged items, and gradually moved from the fishermen's family to the rich. And this silk painting and several other salvage items with collectible value were all kept at home, not sold, and passed down from generation to generation. .
"The reason why this painting can be determined to be a Chinese work is that the other objects that Gein fished out from the same boat were all produced in my country, and some of them are now in the National Museum.
"and,"
Having said that, Mu Yiran pointed to the big flag hanging on the mast, "The boat depicted in the painting is from my country, and the font on the flag is Xiaozhuan."
There was a "so it is" look on everyone's face.
Ke Xun asked again, "Then who is the painter of this painting of "The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"?"
Mu Yiran's eyes were a little complicated, and he replied solemnly, "Unknown."