This situation

The Museum of Natural History has moved to a new location from the original Yan'an East Road to Jing'an Sculpture Park, which occupies a large area and has a large collection.The fly in the ointment is that the original ancient corpses and dinosaur skeletons that can be seen when entering the gate have disappeared.Dinosaur skeletons are Guan Ning's favorite. When she first saw it in a class activity in elementary school, she worshiped it under the skeleton; while ancient corpses are Guan Ning's longing. In that class activity, the teacher did not allow students to visit corpse.I went with my classmates when I was in high school, but I went late, I didn't have time to look at the ancient corpse, and I missed the corpse again.

Tongfang Congwen talked about this regret, and she sighed again, how could she have no fate with that corpse.Fang Congwen thought it was funny, this good girl was obsessed with ancient corpses, and her delicate nose was still wrinkled.She stopped and tapped her nose, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, every time she touched Guan Ning, Guan Ning always showed shyness and bewilderment, as if she was taking advantage of her.Her happy and shy look always made her forget what she was going to say, every time she thought, ah, should I pinch her face again, or...

The girl probably didn't know that this expression of hers was like a delicious dessert, and there were several that Fang Congwen could think of.Pudding, blancmange, strawberry jelly, coconut sago cake.

If she wanted a child, she would want a daughter, one who looked like... Fang Cong stood there with a dazed look on his face.The voice in the dream said, "If there is a daughter like you."

"Congwen." Seeing that her expression was different, Guan Ning looked at her with concern, hesitated for a while, touched her cheek lightly, and shrank back as if she had been electrocuted.

"I didn't intend to bite you." Fang Congwen smiled with his eyebrows curved.She liked the way the girl called her name, as if she had confirmed the name thousands of times before she spoke, serious and focused. "Nothing, just thought of a dream."

Dream? "I hope it's not such a terrible nightmare." Thinking of his own nightmare, Guan Ning sincerely hoped that Fang Congwen had only good dreams.

It's not terrible, but it appears more often, and... makes her feel sad. "Say it as if you've had a terrible nightmare."

Guan Ning nodded with lingering fear, and continued to walk forward unconsciously: "It's more terrifying than dreaming that I died suddenly and seeing my parents crying sadly."

"Have you ever dreamed that your parents saw you die?" Fang Congwen asked softly.

"Well, yes, I kept dreaming for a while, but then it disappeared." Guan Ning replied casually, and turned around and smiled at her, expressing that those dreams hadn't left the slightest influence on her.

Fang Congwen clicked in his heart.Since Guan Shuo mentioned Guan Ning's poor health to her last time, she had a different kind of concern for this girl.From Guan Ning's body, there is no sign that he almost died in his early years, and he is usually trapped in his body and cannot play anywhere.She always felt that Guan Ning was healthier and more beautiful than anyone she had ever met before.Knowing some things about her, she would be sad to see her casually slumped occasionally.Such a pink and tender girl should be the same as Gu Ran when she first met that day. She should squander her youth when she should, and be absurd if she should. So what are you doing sensible?

The best hours are wasted.

"Guan Ning..." Fang Congwen called her, his voice soft like a feather falling on his heart.

Guan Ning trembled slightly, and stopped to look at her.

At this moment, a sharp-headed snake suddenly sprang out of the fake jungle on one side, followed by a giant python circling.

Guan Ning was startled, let out a soft cry, dodged backwards, and just happened to fall into Fang Congwen's arms.Fang Congwen was also startled, and subconsciously hugged Guan Ning tightly. When he saw Guan Ning's pale face, he laughed, and while smiling, he comforted the girl in his arms.

In order to achieve a good experience for the night tour of the Natural History Museum, many lights in the museum are deliberately turned off, while the dynamic effects of the specimens and models are as usual.Guan Ning was scared by the model snake.She was so frightened that she didn't scream like a normal person, but she fell into Fang Congwen's fragrant arms.She was embarrassed and felt a little ashamed, she wanted to stand up straight but she was nostalgic for the warmth and fragrance of that embrace.

"Don't move." Fang Congwen stopped the little girl in his arms, "The snake is fake."

"Yeah." The little girl lowered her head and blushed.

"I'm holding you, I'm not afraid." Fang Congwen's tone was very gentle, even though he was smiling.

"Hmm." The little girl's heart stopped beating, she was not frightened by the fake snake, but by the beauty.She hung on Fang Congwen's body, and Fang Congwen was caressing her back and head, her face was pressed against her body, smelling her good smell.If she wanted to gouge out her eyes and hang them on Fang Congwen's body before, now she wants to cut off her nose and hang them up together. She even wants to stick out her tongue and lick the collarbone next to her mouth.

She hopes that time will stay here forever, at this moment, here.

She thought she was doomed, just like the vegetarian Earl Dakla in The Adventures of the Duck suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to drink the blood and eat the flesh of the person in front of him.

This is a variation, probably a perversion.If Fang Congwen knew what she was thinking, would he dislike her and alienate her because of it?She is a college student who has no job and is still in the ivory tower, what can be used to match her?Does this become finger-defilement?

Fearing that people would know, she lowered her arms weakly, even though she was about to embrace that soft waist.

Fang Congwen didn't notice Guan Ning's thoughts, she smiled very happily, it was really interesting to see this girl who always pretended to be calm flustered, she thought she buried her head in her neck just because she was shy.The girl's breath sprayed on her neck, which was a little itchy and had a strange feeling.After a long time, she finally let go of her.

Guan Ning also returned to a normal state, without any throbbing at all. "Thank you," she said, her voice muffled.

"Why are you polite?" Fang Congwen smiled as he stroked her hair and tidied her clothes. "Well, it's quite comfortable to hold."

The normal face turned red again, "Then do you still want to hug?" Facing Fang Congwen, Guan Ning can always turn on the shameless mode.

"Okay." Fang Congwen took a step forward.She jumped away. "What, I'm not a child." I couldn't hide my panic.

"Let's go, there are still several places I haven't seen." Fang Congwen laughed at her sternness, took her hand, and pulled her forward. "You won't have to wait until the big dinosaur jumps out and frightens our good Ningning." She smiled without hiding the slightest bit.In the huge museum that hides the "crisis", wherever the wind blows, it is full of her giggling.

After ringing the doorbell, opening the iron gate and going up the stairs, Guan Ning was still in a dream.Two days ago, after a night tour of the museum, Fang Congwen drove her back to school. When he was about to get off the car, Fang Congwen asked her if she would use PPT.Guan Ning said without hesitation that he would.Fang Congwen said that she has a lecture in Hangzhou in a few days and needs to do a PPT.Guan Ning accepted Lingzi very much and offered to help.The two made an appointment to do a PPT from Wen's house this afternoon.

The door opened, and a cool scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted in, followed by Fang Congwen's face wearing a pair of glasses.

There is another layer of beauty.Guan Ning took two deep breaths before changing her shoes. She said, "It smells so good."

"Well, I cut an osmanthus tree and came back." Fang Congwen was dressed at home, wrapped in a large pink-gray shawl, and led Guan Ning to the study.

The sweet-scented osmanthus is filled with mint, which is not purely sweet. "You're not Wu Gang..."

Guan Ning doesn't like to visit other people's houses, except Fang Congwen's house, this is her territory, and her mark is everywhere.To her, it was like an adventure.Nervously, her palms were slightly sweaty, and she could only see a stone-carved lotus seat at the entrance.The whole house is quaint, with bookshelves, desks, chairs, and cabinets all made of wood, and the color is a little dull.There are rows and piles of books on the bookshelves and on the ground, layer upon layer. At a glance, there are many kinds of books, old and new.There are some familiar spines, and she has them too.A small gilt-bronze Buddha statue was placed on the shelf, and a slightly broken stone Buddha statue was placed on the floor beside the shelf. According to the previous lecture on Buddha statues, they were all in the Northern Wei Dynasty style.The most out of tune with the whole study room is the open laptop on the desk, as if it is a time-traveling object, appearing in this place isolated from time and space for no reason.

Guan Ning looked around the study cautiously, and Fang Congwen put a glass of grape juice in front of her. "Grapes are troublesome to eat, but squeezed juice is the most convenient. Sit, what are you doing standing there? Do you think the chair is too hard? Or do you think this place is too messy?" She didn't tidy it up deliberately, but just put the books according to her convenience , a pile in the east, a pile in the west.

"No, it's not." Guan Ning sat down obediently.

"Relax, don't be afraid. I didn't call you here to eat you. Why are you sitting so far away?"

Finally sat down in front of the computer, Fang Congwen stood in front of her, and threw a book to her——"The Color of Luxury", the author Mi Li, talked about the gold and silver wares of the Tang Dynasty.The weekend lecture in Hangzhou was mainly to recommend this book. "Arranged by your little uncle, Mrs. Wang's lecture on selling melons."

Guan Ning was surprised. She didn't expect Fang Congwen to be a writer of ancient artifacts. She had bought several books by Mili, and liked her ease and elegance in using words and sentences. It's just that she used too many allusions, and she didn't know much about them. . "You are Mili?!"

"Well, what?"

"Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know say what I want. Hey, why isn't it called Yangzhishui?"

"I'm not as good as Teacher Yang Zhishui, she is everyone."

"You are also very good, and I like your books very much. Hey, then why did you go to the lectures of Shangbo? Those are only suitable for beginners, right?"

This girl's mind is turning very fast. "Go to see other people's lectures, know how to do science popularization, and learn what collectors are paying attention to. Many collectors listened to the Buddha statue."

Guan Ning's eyes widened, "Are you a collector?" Immediately, he recalled those people in Wang Gang's Appraisal of Treasures program, with an expression of disbelief.

Fang Congwen smiled and wiped the corners of her mouth stained with grape juice, and explained: "I am not a collector, I just look at goods for others when I have time."

The two discussed for a while the content that would be used in the lecture, and Guan Ning wrote an outline before starting to make the PPT.Fang Congwen sat on the other side of the table, both of them were quiet, and she liked this peaceful and quiet relationship.Occasionally, he raised his eyes to see the attentive little girl, but he was very serious in doing things, and he didn't distract himself from peeping at her at all.She also knew that this girl liked to watch her secretly.

Suddenly, Fang Congwen noticed that there was a red line on Guan Ning's left wrist, against the white wrist, it looked good, but it always felt a bit weird.The first time she saw Guan Ning, she was wearing this red thread, and she behaved in a secretive manner, and she seemed to wear it every time she saw it.Everyone in the world thinks that the red thread is used to tie marriages, but she has heard of the magic technique of red thread extending life.

Red thread to continue life... spells... fortune-telling... congenital deficiencies...

Surprised by a flash of thought, the book in his hand fell to the ground.

Guan Ning then raised his head to look at her.She shook her head to show she was fine, and stood up to refill her with sweet-scented osmanthus tea.At this time, the doorbell rang, and it was the courier.

Fang Congwen went to the door to get something, Guan Ning heard that the other party was sending flowers, so he sneaked to the door to look around.Fang Congwen wondered who it was, and opened the carton. It was a bouquet of white roses without a card attached.Glancing at the fox pattern on the box, Guan Ning thought, "It's still the Fauvism, a big deal." The money to buy a box of flowers is enough to pay for others to buy a bundle.

At this moment, the cell phone in the study rang, and Guan Ning was so frightened that he hurriedly sat back at the desk.I was in a hurry, and I didn't forget to stretch my head to take a look at the incoming call.

Guan Shuo.

This front foot signs, the back foot calls.Are the flowers sent by my uncle?Guan Ning frowned.

When Fang Congwen came in, he first saw Guan Ning's troubled expression that he hadn't had time to close.

Guan Shuo asked about the Hangzhou lecture on the phone, and said that it caused her trouble.Fang Congwen said that she asked a child for help.

The two talked a few words, and Fang Congwencai asked about the flowers just now.

Guan Shuo said it was to wish Fang Congwen good results in his new book.

At the end of the phone call, Fang Congwen said, "Don't spend money in the future, the kids and I are a little allergic to flowers."

Not knowing the expression of Guan Shuo on the other end of the phone, Guan Ning hid behind the screen and secretly smiled, covering half of his face while laughing, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

I'm so sorry, little uncle.

The author has something to say: Mr. Anli Yangzhishui, everyone.