With the experience of tours during that period, Wan Changsheng knew to search for maps on his mobile phone to book a hotel, but Mrs. Guan did not ask him to stop the taxi in front of the high-end hotel: "Just find a hotel to stay in. I also want to take a walk and have a look. I haven't been to Pingjing for a long time."

Pingjing's brother is poor: "Your accent is from Pingjing..."

Old Mrs. Guan Xiaoxiao asked the driver to circle the most magnificent section of the road twice, and she was very stunning.

Wan Changsheng pointed to the National Grand Theater he had been to and introduced to the old lady: "It's very beautiful and imposing. There are many works of artists in it. At that time, I didn't know that the Academy of Fine Arts could learn sculptures, but I met the director and stage art professor of flat operas there."

Mrs. Guan was interested: "Then let's go watch a show! Or... I'll call to ask if there are any tickets."

Driver Menerqing: "There are many such dramas, many of which are received tickets from the unit, and there are many scalpers at the door."

Wan Changshengcai, so he found a very ordinary fast hotel under the imperial city and sent a message to Teacher Jing that he was here, and also notified Professor Lei that he was in Pingjing these days.

He didn't say anything about Du Wen, but all work itineraries were notified in the group.

Professor Lei quickly called and learned that Wan Changsheng lived not far from the Grand Theater and was preparing to go to the Grand Theater to watch the drama in the evening. He even agreed to make an appointment for the meeting place.

It feels like Wan Changsheng loves drama art. In fact, he is accompanying the old lady to experience the brand new and grand architecture.

Teacher Jing was slower. At least two or three hours later, Wan Changsheng was accompanying the old lady to eat fried liver. The master called and asked in a nerd manner: "Where are you?"

Wan Changsheng complained in his heart that from Jiangzhou to Pingjing, it was either in Jiangzhou or Pingjing. Can he still be halfway through the road? But he spoke politely: "My teacher's wife leads me to the alley."

The master is indeed very ordinary: "What's the best place to visit in those alleys? It's like that every day. Come to my office quickly."

Wan Changsheng mainly thought that the starch thickened puff was too unpalatable, and the bowl of white soup next to him with the smell of rotten water made it difficult for him to swallow it by being edible by fresh Sichuan and Chongqing food.

He quickly signaled to the old lady in a dilemma: "Let's go there now?"

Old Mrs. Guan seemed to see that he was secretly happy and laughed: "You drink this and leave, you go by yourself, I still have procedures to do."

Wan Changsheng was worried that the old lady was inconvenient.

Old Mrs. Guan laughed: "I'll just call, someone will pick me up."

Well, Wan Changsheng repeatedly confirmed his phone and phone and the location of the hotel he stayed in. He even wrote the hotel address and his name and phone number on the cashier receipt, pinched his nose and drank the bowl of bean juice before rushing to Lao Jingna.

Old Mrs. Guan smiled and watched him do these small things. After Wan Changsheng went out, he called and finished eating and drinking alone. An inconspicuous black Audi came just in time. He opened the door and said, "Welcome, the old leader is in good health..."

No one welcomed Wan Changsheng, and Lao Jing didn't give him any satellite positioning, just said that there were units in the imperial city, come on your own.

There are definitely no taxis.

Oh my god, Wan Changsheng once thought that the 175 wing halls in Guanyin Temple were quite complicated scenes.

He must also know that the imperial city is huge, and the legendary 9999 rooms are there.

But when I really walked, I realized that Mr. Jing, you are really harmful.

Huge area!

Wan Changsheng also entered the wrong palace gate. Even if he asked for directions everywhere with a gentle smile that everyone loves, he was blindly pointed at it all the way, because even if he pointed the right direction, it did not mean that he would be right to walk through the various palace gates, arches, and yards that he entered several levels.

This made Wan Changsheng sympathize with the eunuchs and palace maids who have worked in the imperial city for thousands of years, and have to say thank you to the court ministers.

Because no matter how high an official is, he may be beheaded by the emperor at any time when he comes here.

So no matter how powerful a horse rides on a sedan chair outside, I can only run around in small steps.

Finally, I met a girl with round faces. She might have been attracted by Wan Changsheng's squinting eyes. She smiled and chatted all the way and took him to the museum's printing research team. She was reluctant to leave and said that she would follow her to copy the printing, but she always passed by the door but had no reason to come in to see it.

The little girl’s surname is Mei. She introduced herself as a master’s student at Qingjing Academy of Fine Arts.

Wan Changsheng was just talking about nothing and thanked him for leading the way: "Ah, I have two friends who are also beautiful, but I just had a freshman year and majored in fashion design and advertising media."

Miss Mei Le: "I am also professional in clothing, but I just repair clothes. I mainly practice seamless needlework!"

Unfortunately, Wan Changsheng couldn't handle this joke, he laughed.

When you walk in, it is actually a courtyard. Wan Changsheng would rather understand it as a remote courtyard similar to the legendary Cold Palace. In the middle of a circle of wings, some soil was fed with tomatoes and eggplant!

Anyway, it is very contrasted with the brand of the top research department of the country's top museums in the country.

Wan Changsheng was actually verified his ID card along the way, and every doorway had to call Lao Jing to confirm.

When I finally found it, I complained to Wan Changsheng: "Why are you so slow? You have taken a detour. There is a side door here and we are going out to get the bus stop."

Wan Changsheng wants to cry.

Lao Jing didn't care who the girl was following him, and took Wan Changsheng to his side room: "There are only a few people here, come on, there is a painting by Deputy Tang Yin here, and he asked to copy all the seals and take everything there for himself."

There was no need to drink a sip of water for no reason, and Wan Changsheng was pulled to start engraving, let alone pay.

But Tang Yin!

The famous Tang Bohu in history!

Even if it is not the original work on the table, it is a 100% replica as it is!

Modern Chinese painting masters take copies of the original paintings in the collection, because there are 100% original photos on the table, which should be precisely high-definition color prints and original sizes.

When the two pieces are placed together, the difference is that they have no seals.

Wan Changsheng naturally covered his mouth and looked up as if he had to avoid saliva.

Miss Mei watched with him. When Wan Changsheng was confused, she helped explain: "This is a rescue and protective copy. Whether it is an exhibition or the natural changes of time, these treasures will be damaged. Our clothing team specializes in repairing and weaving various clothes, and restores them as much as possible, and reproducing them in a rescue manner. Although cultural relics must be ensured as much as possible, the originals of the originals are actually used in museums to repair, preserve and backup the originals. This is also a common practice in museums all over the world."

Wan Changsheng suddenly realized that he started engraving seals without stopping. He tried hard to observe the original picture, calculate the size of the seal, and then selected the closest ones from the various seal stones on the shelf next to him and began to copy and print.

At first, Lao Jing looked at him, but later he simply threw the one he was carving and sat next to him, looking left and right with Miss Mei.

Unlike the silent silence of the postgraduate student of Qingmei, he kept chanting, and all kinds of details reminded Wan Changsheng: "If you are familiar with seal script, then that's great. If you don't know how to copy seal script? Many people think that seal script is just engraving. These are two things. Yes, yes, push it deeper, pause, wrong knife, hey... comfortable! It's this taste!"

It feels like the last time I was in the Academy of Fine Arts, but today, Wan Changsheng is focused on the craftsmanship, and Teacher Jing never stopped talking, but he is a pure professor of details.

If you want to talk about the characteristics of the seal engraving of Wan Changsheng, it really takes up the word "quick". This ten yuan per person has to be so confusing to attract tourists' attention. Therefore, it is not necessarily true to say how deep the artistic cultivation there is.

But just like when he started learning sketching temporarily, he became a monk and directly followed the graduate students of the sculpture department. Because of the accumulation of repeated practices in the past decade, Wan Chengsheng has accumulated a deep foundation, especially the seal script passed down from generation to generation. With this alone, he has won many seal engravings in seconds.

Besides, before entering the sculpture hall, Wan Changsheng liked to carve seals from the bottom of his heart, and would play with carvings when he had nothing to do.

But you are familiar with it.

If you are so familiar with him, there will be basically no technical problems.

The copying is to look at the red marks of various original marks and carve them out.

The steps of mirroring seal script in your mind take a long time to adapt to the newbies.

Wan Changsheng is basically an instinct.

Not to mention the details of the knife marks on the original traces, which can be reflected as it is in Wan Changsheng. Lao Jing should have observed Wan Changsheng's seal carving process from details for the first time. This is different from the last time Wan Changsheng jokingly engraving Zhang Chunyan's name and seal in class.

That is the basic skill that anyone who engraves a seal can achieve, but now it is required to copy and engrave according to the seals on famous paintings and works, which is much more difficult than copying and painting.

The seal and seal are opposite.

But how many years have Wan Changsheng copied and engraved it in the forest of steles?

For a long time, he went to Guanyin Temple to set up stalls to join the world. He did not leave himself in the stele forest and became a nerd. Most of the time he was able to copy the seals of his ancestors and elders, literati and poets.

This is actually fundamentally different from those craftsmen who make a living by engraving seals.

From the beginning, his seal carving was not a job, but a hobby of cultivating.

Lao Jing couldn't help but be happy to see such a junior.

Finally, I mentioned it again: "Come on, come to the museum and follow me. I will retire in a few years and take over my class completely."

Wan Changsheng ends: "I have cultivated a long list of disciples for you, wouldn't it be even more worry-free?"

Lao Jingshi: "The distance water cannot save the near fire, and my work here does not require so many people. Two or three is enough. There is only such a small amount of staffing, but there are fewer people and it is easy to be discontinued. You are the best successor. If you take over and how to continue it later, it is your business. I don't have to worry about it anymore, okay?"

Miss Mei’s eyes are bright.
Chapter completed!