Cat boyfriend is too difficult to serve

By the time An Xia was able to find time to come, it was already the weekend.

It was raining lightly, and she opened her umbrella to go out.

The Siamese cat jumped into her arms.

The Siamese cat has been eating and living here for the past few days, and its weight gradually increased. An Xia didn't expect the weight when he took it, and took a few steps back.

"Are you a bit heavier?" An Xia weighed it up and tried it.

The Siamese cat furiously gave An Xia a paw.

An Xia chuckled twice, knowing that it wasn't serious, the back of his hand wasn't even scratched.

"You want to go with me too? It's my first time going too. I don't know what the cultural relics garden looks like, but as the first cat to go to the cultural relics garden, I can understand your excitement."

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What's the excitement in a place where he often comes and goes with ease?

After a few bus trips, I arrived near Xunfang Road.

Clean and beautiful.

It was An Xia's first feeling.

All the way to the end, there are blue bricks and red walls, wisteria flowers blooming from the top of the wall, and a ray of lavender extends towards the corner of the wall.

At the end of the square stone road is the gate of the cultural relics garden.

Just like the palace walls in ancient times, it is magnificent, but with the passage of time for thousands of years, it is unavoidably a bit desolate here.

"Is anyone here?"

The door was ajar, and she greeted a few times but no one answered, so she walked in on her own initiative.

Just like inside the door, the breath of history rushes towards our face, as if we have traveled through thousands of years and returned to ancient times.

"Who?"

An Xia turned her head.

The old man has a pair of presbyopic glasses on his nose, and holds a ceramic jar in his hand, with boiling water steaming.

Wearing slippers on your feet is as comfortable as in your own home.

"A little girl I've never seen before." He pushed his glasses.

"Grandpa, hello, I'm from the xx museum. At NO.13, do you have any cultural relics sent over for restoration?"

An Xia nodded slightly, taking her time and guessing that the old man in front of her was the manager of the Cultural Relics Garden.

"No. 13, let me think about it." The old man took a sip of water slowly, "I am too old to remember, and there are too many cultural relics that come and go every day, so I have to look it up to find out."

"Then trouble you."

The old man waved his hand and led An Xia through the alley.

An Xia looked around, and saw that the old window grilles had turned into yellow paper, with a hole broken, and the paper hanging there was blown by the wind from time to time, making a whirring sound.

The rain is ticking, and I don't know when it will clear up.

"The cat in your arms is very spiritual. It looks like a human being looking at you." The old man said.

An Xia lowered her head, her eyes fell on the cultural relics like human beings, and the cold utensils seemed to be warmed up.

The old man took out a large set of keys from his pocket.

Pull one of them out to unlock the door.

This is a warehouse for storing cultural relics. How many glamorous cultural relics were shipped out of this warehouse before.

At this moment, these cultural relics that do not look like their original appearance have accumulated dust.

"Let me look through it." He picked up a booklet and recorded the names of the cultural relics that came and went every day. It was a thick book, and it took a while to find it according to the date.

"I've checked it for you just now. No. 13 didn't have any cultural relics sent by your museum that day."

An Xia was startled, "Are you sure?"

"Look for yourself, the above records are very detailed, and there are no mistakes."

The old man threw the booklet to An Xia, An Xia flipped through a few pages, and there was a dazzling array of everything, except for No. 13 that day.

Even the horse noodles brought in by their museum last month are still recorded, except for the silk book.

If the torn silk scroll is not here, where should it be?
Cultural relics are very precious, and meticulous protective measures have been taken during transportation.

Therefore, the integrity of the silk book should be more than half, and it is a very simple matter to restore it.

So where is this silk book now?
"Little girl?"

An Xia came back to her senses, seeing the old man's worried eyes, she forced a smile, "I'm fine."

"Cultural relics are worthy of respect. Every cultural relic embodies the painstaking efforts of people for thousands of years. The silk book you mentioned was excavated by Yu Chen."

An Xia was flustered and reluctantly said goodbye before leaving the Cultural Relics Garden.

"If the cultural relics were not sent back, where would they be?" She bit her finger and thought.

Later, she contacted several colleagues who were at the moving site that day, but they all replied that they did not know.

On the mobile phone contact interface, there is still the curator's mobile phone number that has not been dialed.

She hesitated for a while and still called.

"An Xia?"

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and said, "Curator, is the silk book that I smashed to pieces sent to the Restoration Cultural Relics Garden?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"If the cultural relics are broken, shouldn't the first thing you think about is to restore them? I was at the gate of the cultural relics garden, and the manager said that there were no silk books in the warehouse on the day of No. 13."

There was silence for a long while, "An Xia, you have to know that the cultural relics garden sometimes makes mistakes, who knows if the registration will be wrong..."

"I've already read it, and there's no such thing as that silk book." An Xia's heart sank slowly, "So, curator, where is that cultural relic?"