Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Cui Sanning lowered her eyes to see him closing his eyes to rest, then glanced at the beautiful scenery outside the window. After a moment, she said softly: "Okay, one minute."

"Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six...

Quan Yu kept his word, Cui Sanning counted to zero, and before she could prompt him, he got up from the bed.

He went to wash up, and Cui Sanning went back to her room to change clothes.

After lunch, the two went to the exhibition venue together.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw people waiting at the door.

An Italian man in his fifties saw Cui Sanning getting out of the car and immediately came up to him with a smile on his face.

He spoke fluent Chinese and greeted her cordially.

Then she looked at Quan Yu, who had an extraordinary temperament next to her, and said to Cui Sanning: "Who is this?"

Cui Sanning took the initiative to introduce: "My boyfriend."

The man immediately stepped forward to shake Quan Yu's hand, introduced himself, and said he could be called Peter.

Then Mr. Peter said: "There is a Chinese idiom called Lang Cai Nv Mao."

Quan Yu smiled calmly: "Thank you."

The three of them entered the house together. Behind Quan Yu, the temporary assistant was carrying two boxes.

As the two walked and watched, Cui Sanning explained to Quan Yu: "The exhibition will not officially start until tomorrow morning. Those who come today are the owners of the exhibits. The exhibits must be placed in advance today."

Soon, they arrived at the location provided for Cui Sanning's works. There were two long booths with a plane tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. Mr. Peter said: "This is a booth arranged according to your requirements."

"I can't wait to see what you bring."

Cui Sanning smiled and turned to look at the assistant behind him.

The assistant came forward with two boxes, put one aside, and opened the other first.

Then he stepped away and walked aside. Cui Sanning stepped forward and took out the gloves from the box. After putting them on, she took out the scroll from the box.

Placed on the exhibition stand and then slowly unfolded, it was the "Scroll of Song Dynasty Ladies Chess and Piano"

There are a total of nineteen women in the painting, playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poems and songs, all of which are lifelike.

Mr. Peter was pleasantly surprised. He picked up the gloves on the side and put them on, and couldn't wait to go over and take a look.

He lamented: “No country in the world has as rich and long-standing cultural heritage as China.”

He raised his head and said: "I have visited every museum in your country, and the cultural relics inside are simply breathtaking."

Cui Sanning looked at the scroll with a smile on her face, proud and confident. These are part of the reasons why she chose this profession, so that these cultural relics that carry the memory and history of this nation can be passed on.

Mr. Peter looked at another box that had not yet been opened, with undisguised memory and curiosity in his eyes. He looked forward to it: "I am eager to see another exhibit."

"Manuscript of "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"."

Although Cui Sanning had sent him comparison pictures before and after the repair, the texture and shock were nowhere to be seen.

Cui Sanning smiled, picked up another box and opened it, but did not take out the scroll in a hurry. She motioned to Mr. Peter and said, "Come here."

Mr. Peter was surprised, and then said in disbelief: "Me?"

Cui Sanning nodded, and Mr. Peter said gratefully: "Thank you."

As he said that, he reached out and took out the scroll, and slowly unfolded it on the booth like Cui Sanning did just now.

Just halfway through unfolding it, Cui Sanning's cell phone vibrated in her coat pocket. She took it out and took a look. It was her mother.

She said to several people: "You continue, I will answer the phone."

She didn't go too far, about six or seven meters, and answered the phone with her back to them.

Mr. Peter carefully unfolded the scroll until it was completely spread out on the stand.

When the last bit was unfolded, a thumb-thick paper roll made of palm-length light yellow rice paper also appeared in view, with a red string tied to it.

Mr. Peter exclaimed: "What is this?"

Cui Sanning answered the phone with his back to them and did not see what happened here.

Mr. Peter thought this small piece of paper was an exhibit accompanying the scroll.

Without thinking too much, he took it in his hand and unfolded it carefully.

What you see is light yellow rice paper with a few dried osmanthus flowers on it. You can smell the faint scent of osmanthus on the whole rice paper.

Next to the sweet-scented osmanthus is a thin gold body with strong handwriting and a hidden edge. Mr. Peter looked at the content above and laughed out loud for a moment.

He handed the paper to Quan Yudao: "I think this is for you."

Quan Yu didn't know what it meant, so he reached out to take it and saw two columns of words written vertically on it.

"We first met six years ago. Today, six years later, I suddenly want to say: Third uncle, it's nice to meet you."

There is also a small list of times at the bottom.

The handwriting is soft and gentle but can be seen as sharp as orchid bamboo. Quan Yu knows that this is a unique feature of her calligraphy.

Just like her words, she is inherently gentle and powerful.

His eyes fell on that small line of time, which was the night when he went to her house for the first time.

Grandpa Su fainted. He was worried about her and went to her house.

After re-rolling the paper and tying it with red string, Quan Yu said to Mr. Peter, "Thank you."

Mr. Peter waved his hand and turned around to continue admiring the two exhibits.

Quan Yu looked back at the person who was still on the phone with his back turned, and put the scroll into his windbreaker pocket in a moment.

It was already past five o'clock when the two came out of the exhibition place.

Let the assistant go back first, and the two of them walked hand in hand on the street.

His feet made a rustling sound on the snow. Quan Yu asked, "Who were you calling just now? Why did the call take so long?"

Cui Sanning said: "My mother, she thought I was in Beijing."

"There's nothing wrong with me. Grandpa wants me to go back to Suzhou first and stay there for a while."

Quan Yudao: "You didn't tell her that you went abroad?"

Cui Sanning turned his head and smiled: "I was so anxious that I forgot."

"She was talking about me just now because of this."

Quan Yu looked at her and asked casually: "How long have you kept the manuscript of "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" for how long?"

Cui Sanning thought for a while: "It's been several years."

"It was very broken."

He thought of something and said, "It's one of my favorite collections."

Things related to this collection were running through his mind, and he suddenly stopped, then he pulled Quan Yu and started to walk back.

Quan Yu asked: "What's wrong?"

Cui Sanning said anxiously: "I left something behind."

"Gotta find it and bring it back."

Quan Yujiao followed her back, looked at her anxious back, raised the corners of his mouth, and said deliberately: "What is it?"

"One serving...

After reacting, he stopped immediately and changed his words: "It's something very important."

Just when she was anxious, the person behind her suddenly stopped moving. Cui Sanning stopped and turned around in confusion.

Then she saw something in his hand and asked her, "Is it this?"

Cui Sanning's eyes fell on the small roll of paper in his hand, and the red rope tied to it swayed slightly with his movements.