Lang Jun is coming

"Welcome everyone to visit the Huaizhou Museum, please take good care of cultural relics, don't turn on the flash..."

The huge ink-based museum is full of people.A while ago, the capital of the Heng Dynasty was excavated, and many cultural relics were unearthed.There are countless categories ranging from silk fabrics to porcelain.However, part of the reason for such excitement is that Mr. Zhao donated his family cultural relics.If it is ordinary ornamental jade, porcelain is not uncommon.Mr. Zhao's cultural relics just filled the gap in the Jianyuan reform for a long time.

In order to thank Mr. Zhao for his donation, Huaizhou held a week-long cultural exhibition of Heng Dynasty, including cultural relics, paintings, calligraphy, operas, etc. donated by the museum.

Song Yiqing still found time to come to the museum after being overwhelmed by the dissertation, wanting to pay homage to the Jianyuan reform, which has received mixed reviews.

The donated cultural relics are all on the third floor, the space is smaller than that on the first floor, and the flow of people is sparser.

As soon as I went up the wooden stairs, I saw the tiled purple official robes. In the display cabinet below, there were complete sets of official uniforms such as jade leather belts, purple gold fish bags, and wat boards.

The owner's identity and name "Three Secretary Pei Lian" are engraved on the purple gold fish bag, which strongly proves that that era was not their fantasy.

Next to it is another complete set of scarlet official uniforms, with a golden leather belt.Song Yiqing knew that it was because of the different grades.

But he froze when he saw the scroll hanging on his right hand.

"Do you feel cheated by history books?"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, Song Yiqing stopped her thoughts and turned around quickly, almost doubting her eyes.

Isn't this the Pei Lian with the shovel in the live broadcast? !

It's just that Pei Lian changed the roughness in front of the camera, and it was a tight white shirt and black suit pants. At this time, he was leaning against the glass showcase, watching him leisurely with his hands in his pockets.

People nearby were looking at other cultural relics, thinking that this person was talking to himself.Song Yiqing pondered for a moment, then hesitated to say, "You are the one..."

He hasn't decided on a name yet.

But before he could finish the rest of his sentence, he saw the other party's right toe tapped lightly on the ground, raised his chin slightly and said with a smile, "I dug the newly unearthed cultural relics on the lower two floors. "

Song Yiqing: "..."

He knew exactly who dug it.

Seeing that the other party is still young, he should be a college student, and Pei Lian is half a head taller than him.He stood up straight on his waist, paced to the illuminated painting, stroked through the glass, and explained softly.

"Actually, they were only over forty years old when they died. This is the only portrait of Yu Shi Zhongcheng Song Yiqing left alive. Pei Lian personally inscribed and stamped it, and the painting techniques were also popular in the Heng Dynasty. It can't be wrong."

Song Yiqing was surprised at the outstanding appearance of the people in the painting, lifelike.After listening to this person's explanation, he turned his attention to the small characters and poems on the side.

The other party laughed again and asked, "Poems don't look like that person would write them, do they?"

Pei Lian turned around, took him to another showcase, pointed to the books that were spread out, and said, "This is what he wrote after he retired. Before getting these cultural relics, even famous professors Chen and Meng thought that Pei Lian I have never written poetry in my life."

It's just that most of them are buried in the long river of history, waiting for everyone to discover.Cultural relics will always tell the past that they have witnessed across the millennium with the most sincere face.

He knew a lot and talked a lot.Even the crooked paintings on the back of newly-made books are not spared.Song Yiqing also listened quietly.

"What's your name?"

Pei Lian asked suddenly.

Song Yiqing was caught off guard by the question, and responded calmly with a bloody coincidence in her heart.

"Song Yiqing has the same name as the one who was reformed in Jianyuan."

The other party stretched out his voice and said "Oh", rubbed his fingertips and asked tentatively: "Do you study in a local university?"

This guy has so many problems.If he hadn't seen him in the live broadcast, and knew that he was a serious archaeologist, anyone who saw him would think that his faint smile must have bad intentions.

"I know your name is Pei Lian. Why do you ask this?" Song Yiqing recounted the bloody facts before the other party, and grasped the communication position.Anyway, it was almost finished, and I thought about going back.

Seeing the helpless expression on the person's face, Pei Lian pretended not to know, and leaned a little closer to cast a shadow.There is a faint bewitchment in the opening and closing of the lips.

"It's nothing, I just feel destined. There are a lot of tourists these days, and the museum is short of volunteers. Would you like to give it a try?"

Chen Juncong was late.

He booked opera tickets for the Cultural Week of Heng Dynasty, but suddenly saw a belt with falling jade at the auction in Dingcheng.It is not exquisite and expensive, and it has no research value.Even due to years of migration and poor storage, it has been slightly worn.But he couldn't take his eyes off it, and finally bought it.

When I got to the entrance of the theater, I could only hear that it had started inside.He listened to the faint singing voice inside, sat on the sofa and focused on the belt he bought.

"Sir, you can go in."

The gentle voice brought him back to his sanity.It was an intermission.The audience moved in and out in twos and threes.

Chen Juncong folded the belt neatly and put it in his pocket, thanked him, and went in after checking the ticket.

His position is not considered late, but because he bought it late, he is only in the right half of the middle position.

I searched slowly according to the number on the ticket, and unexpectedly someone sat down.He checked twice before finally speaking, "Sir, you are sitting in the wrong seat."

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and closing his eyes impatiently opened his eyes, and was about to refute, when he suddenly saw the person who was talking to him, and sat up straight in shock.

"Why are you here?"

As soon as the words came out, I realized that it was a little impolite.Meng Ruan paused for a moment, took out the discounted ticket and looked at it carefully.

Shame on me, sitting on the wrong seat.It's fine if you sit wrong, but it's this person's.

"Feel sorry……"

Meng Ruanqing got up awkwardly, but someone pulled her shirt sleeves and sat down again.

"Wrong is wrong, I will take your seat."

Chen Juncong walked through the gap between the man's knees and the front seat, and sat beside him calmly, with his arms resting on the armrest.

The lights are gradually dimming, and the break time is coming to an end.The surrounding conversations gradually diminished, and finally there was silence.

Her arm could feel the temperature of the opponent's forearm through the fabric, Meng Ruanqing was nervous for no reason, wishing to move away a little bit, but also afraid that such an unnecessary move would feel like a guilty conscience.

"But seeing the scenery of Huaijing, it's so solemn, but it's talking about the Jianyuan reform, and it sounds—"

This song is about Meng Xianggong who died in the new system and Chen Zhongwei who threw himself into the sea to die for his country. The play is called "Holding the Golden Ou".He endured until the opera sounded again, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt tense and couldn't help moving his arms slightly.

Even such subtle movements were noticed, and the other party's eyes immediately fell on him.Meng Ruanqing stiffened her back as if being stared at by a ferocious beast, and forced herself to focus on the stage.

"In an instant, things changed and the scene changed. Jinhua covered the incense car and painted curtains. Don't laugh at him. He is desperate and insane. He also picks up golden lamps in the Toad Palace. Three lives are fortunate to be good friends."

"Who knows that the situation will change in one day, ah ah..."

After singing many lines in the play, Meng Ruanqing's mood was not calm, but became more and more restless.But at this time, Chen Juncong came over.

"Did you find Associate Professor Meng's USB flash drive?"

What happened two months ago, Meng Ruanqing almost forgot, when Chen Juncong mentioned it, he became worried again, frowned and said: "Not yet."

"I just ended up lonely and miserable, and no one has anything to say about it. There is only Mr. Meng, who is heartbroken and wants to chase after Huangquan."

The voices of the two were completely covered by the libretto, except for them, no one could hear them.heard the words.Chen Juncong also frowned, "I found it in the gap of the sofa cushion at my home a few days ago. If Associate Professor Meng is free, you can go and get it."

That day, his only activity area was the sofa, so he probably left it there.Meng Ruanqing didn't doubt that he was there, but secretly murmured that this man was too stingy, and he was still unwilling to leave it for a few days, so he urged him to get it.

Thinking so in my heart, I thanked him kindly.

Because Chen Juncong got closer, he could only turn sideways a little, but felt that the left pocket was tight, and he stretched out his hand to take it out, only to realize that it was a belt he bought.He suddenly wanted to give the belt to the other party, and in fact he did so.

"Why give it to me?"

Her eyes fell on the worn and somewhat shabby belt, and Meng Ruanqing blurted out in bewilderment.

Chen Juncong replied simply, "I don't know, I just want to."

Meng Ruanqing: "..."

Forget it, the left and right are ancient relics of little value.

After struggling for a moment, Meng Ruanqing stretched out his hand to take it, but he didn't know if the other party had regretted it again, and he didn't let go no matter how much he pulled.

Wouldn't you want to go back with regrets on the spot?

Meng Ruanqing began to have deep doubts about the character of this associate professor Chen.

The palms of the waistbands were red, and they were neat and tidy, but now they became messy again. The two-meter-long piece made the two hands more and more tightly entwined.

Meng Ruanqing was very serious in his own thoughts, unaware that Chen Juncong was getting closer, and his gaze became different from the modest gentleman he usually showed.

Under the dim light, Chen Juncong could vaguely see a red mole on the neck of the other party, looming under the cover of the shirt collar.

He discovered it when he helped Meng Ruanqing pick up his glasses last time.At the time, he didn't think there was anything, but now it was particularly able to attract his attention.

"do not move."

He held the other person's hand with the intertwined belt, half threatening and half serious: "I'm afraid I can't help but kiss you."

Meng Ruanqing: "?!"

The topic changed so quickly that he couldn't keep up.

When the play was almost over and his hands were numb, Meng Ruanqing finally digested the words just now, turned his head and said seriously: "Associate Professor Chen, we are not suitable."

Although he treats this group normally, he has never thought of liking the same sex.Not to mention a competitor!

"The loyalty, the good, the power, and the treacherous are fighting for the spring and autumn, and they are raising the sky. Where the nobles and purples don't wither and worry, now it's been a few years."

The last line of libretto fell, and the sad turn ended.The lights in the theater suddenly turned on, and the audience began to leave in an orderly manner.

Meng Ruanqing originally said firmly, but the moment the light came down, his eyes turned from dark to bright, and he saw Chen Juncong pursing his lips and looking at him. Obviously the other party didn't have any emotional fluctuations, but he felt that this person seemed to be about to cry. An overwhelming grief overwhelmed him.

He discovered one thing, Associate Professor Chen was a man with a slightly melancholy air.

"But the future is always unpredictable."

After thinking about it, he didn't say too much, leaving himself a way out.

This is the end!

Next, I will take over Chen Meng's solo "Holding the Ou", so I put this episode at the end.

The next chapter will release the full version of the poems and dramas in the text, as well as the original works.

In addition, let me preview the new article "One Dendrobium Pearl" (Prince & Emperor Uncle), which will be published together with "Holding the Golden Ou".