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Text Chapter 85 The Era Represented by Colors

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    Update time: 2013-04-07 The first exhibition hall Zhang Yang went to was the Painting and Calligraphy Hall, because there are many collections here, and there are almost all dynasties since the Jin Dynasty. This is equivalent to giving Zhang Yang a very standard  The answer is just to let him sit down properly.  Pan Hui followed Zhang Yang in confusion, wondering what he was going to do and what was so interesting about these calligraphy and paintings.  After walking into the exhibition hall, Zhang Yang looked at the first exhibit "Palm on the Chariot", Tang Dynasty, Yan Liben, and looked over. He saw a huge purple color above the scroll, and spiritual energy poured in like a tsunami.  in his mind.  Zhang Yang's body shook uncontrollably. Pan Hui held Zhang Yang's arm and asked nervously: "Boss, are you okay?" Zhang Yang held on and said, "It's okay. Please note the time of this scroll.  It's marked purple on the back." Pan Hui looked at Zhang Yang in confusion and said, "Why do you remember this?" "Stop talking nonsense, just remember it." Zhang Yang said with an ugly expression.  While Pan Hui was recording, Zhang Yang was also secretly counting the years. According to the above introduction, this painting was created around 640 AD, which is a full 1,370 years ago. The color is purple.  As for the function of the absorbed spiritual energy, Zhang Yang can't care about it now. He just wants to record it one by one.  The next thing he saw was "Gao Yi Tu" painted by Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty. It should have been created in 1616, almost four hundred years ago. The color was dark yellow.  Next, Zhang Yang looked at each calligraphy and painting one by one.  Soon Zhang Yang was able to determine that the color of antique cultural relics changes over time. Antiques of the same era are almost all the same color. For example, most of the Ming Dynasty ones are dark yellow, the Qing Dynasty ones are yellow, and the Republic of China ones are light yellow.  Yellow, as for modern things, is the most common white.  Zhang Yang didn't have time to summarize now. He could only look at the calligraphy and paintings mechanically, absorbing the spiritual energy while letting Pan Hui record the time and color.  Pan Hui was confused, and the strange behavior of the two people also attracted the attention of many people. A young, fashionable and beautiful beauty, like a maid, followed a man. What was recorded in that pen, from time to time  She also had to support the man. The two of them didn't look like ordinary tourists.  The performance of the two people also attracted the attention of the security personnel. They observed the two people for a long time and gave up after finding no other strange behavior.  As long as the two of them steal things or destroy cultural relics from time to time, love will be fine!  This time is an era where everyone is trying to clear the door. As long as it doesn't harm yourself, no one cares about you.  Zhang Yang also saw through this, so he took Pan Hui to see these exhibits with great fanfare. No one would understand what he was doing anyway. Even if someone asked, he could shirk that he was taking records and conducting investigations.  In the later period, they were all calligraphy and paintings from the Qing Dynasty. Zhang Yang looked at a few of them, but no special colors appeared, so he stopped.  As for the spiritual energy, he didn't dare to absorb it anymore. He was afraid that his head would explode like a balloon.  "Have you remembered everything?" Zhang Yang said, rubbing his temples.  "Remember it. Boss, are you okay? Your face looks ugly!" Pan Hui said.  Zhang Yang said: "It's okay. Let's leave after taking note of it." Zhang Yang's original plan was to visit all the designated exhibition halls, but now he doesn't dare. The absorption of spiritual energy is uncontrollable. As long as he uses  With superpowers, those auras flew over like bees smelling honey.  He could persist in showing off once or twice, but after too many times, he became a little overwhelmed.  ¡°Boss, where are we going?¡± Pan Hui asked suspiciously when she saw Zhang Yang walking towards the gate.  "Go home!" Zhang Yang said.  "But we haven't gone anywhere, we haven't even been to Laoduo Palace." Pan Hui said.  "Why don't you go shopping? I just came to look at the antiques. I've almost seen the rest. I'll look at the rest another day." What Zhang Yang is most anxious about now is to get home, look at the things he just recorded, and summarize them carefully.  .  Pan Hui said unwillingly: "Boss, isn't that a waste of money? It will be the same when we go back after reading it!" "Give me the notebook and pen." Zhang Yang stopped and said.  Pan Hui thought Zhang Yang agreed, and happily handed the notebook and pen to Zhang Yang.  After Zhang Yang took it, he said: "Okay, you can go and see it. I'm going back first. After reading it, I will go back by car." After saying that, Zhang Yang continued to walk towards the gate.  Pan Hui stamped her feet angrily, looking reluctantly at the depths of the Forbidden City, what a charming place, then turned around and trotted to catch up with Zhang Yang.  "Don't you want to see it?Why are you back again?  "Zhang Yang asked as he walked. Pan Hui lowered her head and refused to speak. She didn't dare to stay alone. According to his understanding of Zhang Yang, maybe she stayed here to continue visiting the Forbidden City, and when Zhang Yang got home, she would  Call her and ask her to come back to cook. It¡¯s good to have a ready-made car. She is not that stupid as she is a bus and a subway. Seeing Pan Hui not talking, Zhang Yang ignored her, except for the Forbidden City.  Zhang Yang drove home without stopping, got into the bedroom after entering the house, took the things Pan Hui remembered, and started studying them. Looking at the time and the recorded colors, Zhang Yang recorded all these things in the computer, slowly.  Zhang Yang found out the pattern: cultural relics less than a hundred years old are light yellow, cultural relics between one hundred and three hundred years old are yellow, cultural relics between three hundred and five hundred years old are dark yellow, and so on.  The cultural relics from 700 to 900 years are red, the cultural relics from 900 to 1100 years are dark red, the cultural relics from 1100 to 1300 years are lavender.  The cultural relics from 1300 to 1500 are purple, the cultural relics from 1500 to 1707 are dark purple, and the ones above are green. After reading what he summarized, Zhang Yang couldn't bear it anymore.  Zhu laughed loudly. It was just as he had guessed. The color of the antique represented his time. Although it could not be accurate to a certain year, it was enough. Pan Hui had been sitting in the living room after returning.  Watching TV, what happened today made this woman completely angry. She entered the Forbidden City and was dragged out without seeing anything. This is like going to a shopping mall. When you first entered and didn¡¯t even look at a few clothes, your companion told you that she  It's okay, and then I dragged you out of the mall. Can you feel comfortable? Pan Hui, who was so angry that she didn't even cook, was awakened from her dream by the ringing of the phone.  , seeing the familiar number above, Zhang Yang hesitated for a while, should he answer it or not? The ringing sounded persistently, giving him the feeling that it would keep ringing if he didn't answer it. After waiting for a long time, Zhang Yang finally answered.  By this time, his joy had calmed down and his voice had returned to normal. ¡°Zhang Yang, why didn¡¯t you answer the phone?  Still angry.  "Hong Yaqin's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Ms. Hong, what can I do for you?  "Zhang Yang said indifferently. Hong Yaqin's voice paused and said, "Have you eaten? I made some special dishes. Let's talk while eating, okay?  " "We have nothing more to say.  "Zhang Yang continued to remain indifferent. Hong Yaqin smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, I apologize to you for what I said yesterday. Can you come over and let's meet and talk?  How about I go over there.  " "No need, I'll go over there.  " Zhang Yang said. Hong Yaqin laughed happily and said, "Well, I'll wait for you in the restaurant.  Zhang Yang thought for a moment, walked out of the bedroom, and said regardless of Pan Hui's gloomy expression: "Come with me for dinner."  " Pan Hui stood up and walked towards the bedroom. "What are you doing?  "Zhang Yang said. "I'll change my clothes!  "Pan Hui said angrily. "No need, this dress looks good. Hurry up.  "When Zhang Yang's voice got louder, Pan Hui softened and followed Zhang Yang obediently. After getting on the elevator, Pan Hui was still muttering: "You can't handle people like this.  " "What are you muttering about?  I'll go to Miss Hong's place for dinner later, and take a good look at how they cook. I'm looking at you, how come the gap between women is so big!  "Zhang Yang said. Pan Hui was a little unconvinced. Among other things, she had learned cooking skills, and no one had ever said that her cooking was not delicious. Soon Pan Hui knew how bad Zhang Yang's character was.  . Entering the private restaurant, Pan Hui saw Hong Yaqin¡¯s special chef certificate on the wall. Comparing the food cooked by the nanny to the special chef, is there anything more bullying?
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