Warm and respectful people

At the end of August, the Cultural Relics Restoration Department of Nancheng Museum.It had just rained in the afternoon, and the accumulated heat in late summer was blown away, and the temperature dropped a few degrees.

Xia Wen was wearing a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses with silver rims. He bent over and stared at the bronze flow pattern cup standing on the silk cloth in front of him, observing carefully, while several people beside him were responsible for recording.

On a cloudy evening, the sun was dim, and the indoor lights were turned on, and the white light shone on Xia Wen's side face, with a straight nose, fluttering black eyelashes, and blue eyes, showing the tiredness of these days.The identification and repair day and night for a week made her a little overwhelmed.She stood up straight, closed her eyes, and rubbed her sore temples.

"The preservation is good. At first glance, it should be in the late Warring States period. The surface is rusted and the text is a bit blurred. Let's take it to the next door to take a picture." Xia Wen's voice was low and soft.

One month later, the museum will host the Pre-Qin Bronze Exhibition, which is an important project for the whole year.She needs to perform well when she just joined the job, but it's not easy to drag others to accompany her to work overtime. After the last job is done, everyone will get off work.

In the bathroom, Xia Wen poured a handful of water on her face with both hands. The cool and stimulating sensation woke her up briefly, and her drowsy brain relaxed a little.After taking off her glasses and work clothes, she took back her bag, turned on her phone, and then remembered that there was still a banquet to attend tonight.

One source of museum collections is social donations.Nancheng is a famous historical city. Many big families in the early years still have some property, and the sensible people in the later generations will donate these items.Today's meal was a banquet for the donors of the bronze exhibition, and she was also called over as a restorer.

Yanyuan Hotel is located between Nancheng University and Nancheng Museum. It is a good place for quietness amidst the hustle and bustle. It has a history of hundreds of years, with red walls and black tiles, towering green trees, and continuous rain wrapped in whirling branches and leaves.

Xia Wen wore a light blue dress today, with mid-length hair tied behind her head, revealing a smooth forehead, a small face with extremely delicate features, and a pair of black eyes that were particularly bright and prominent.

She arrived late, and under the guidance of the waiter, she entered the box of the banquet hall. There were four or five Chinese-style round tables, each separated by a screen. She was called away as soon as she sat down. It was from their department. Director, who is also her business mentor.

"The bronze Liuwen jue cup just delivered to you today was donated by Ms. Shen's grandmother, Ms. Tang. Ms. Tang is overseas and cannot come back for the time being. We have to thank her very much." Director Mao held a glass of wine with a pale face. Hong, said and stuffed a cup into Xia Wen's hand.

"Hurry up and respect Teacher Shen."

Sitting on a mahogany chair, Shen Xueyu has a white shirt, black trousers, black hair hanging shoulders, cool white skin, and a pair of thin black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, elegant and bookish.

She didn't seem surprised by Xia Wen's sudden appearance.

At the age of 17, Shen Xueyu was cold and still had the youthfulness of a girl, but now she has matured completely, and she should have had a good life in the past few years abroad.

Xia Wen suppressed the surprise and sourness in his heart, raised his head, put on a gentle and polite smile, and raised the red wine in his hand.She can't drink, which is barely acceptable after all these years of exercise.

Shen Xueyu pushed her glasses: "I have to drive by myself at night." She politely refused.

After Director Mao understood, he asked Xia Wen to quickly pass tea to Teacher Shen, and said, "It's a great honor to meet Teacher Shen today. I heard that you are the youngest specially-appointed professor on the talent introduction list of Nancheng University this year. .”

Xia Wen took the teacup from the waiter at the side, and politely handed it to Shen Xueyu: "Mr. Shen, it's our first meeting, nice to meet you."

The person opposite paused for a moment, then took it naturally.

Pushing cups and passing cups is considered by contemporary people to be the beginning of social interaction.Director Mao smiled cheerfully: "Although we, Wen Wen, have only graduated from graduate school this year, we have a solid professional foundation, and the little girl is diligent and hardworking. She is our key training target and is also the restorer of your mother's donation this time."

The words "we are warm" made Shen Xueyu pause when she put down her teacup. She glanced at the girl who was standing with lowered eyebrows and looking distracted. She was no longer the same as she was four years ago. same.

The Xia Wen in her memory is by no means the indifferent and distant appearance now.

The old Xia Wen would sit in a hard seat for ten hours to watch her, and would climb onto her bed with her thighs bare. There was nothing she couldn't do in the world. The 25-year-old Xia Wen politely said to himself, "It's a pleasure to meet you for the first time."

Shen Xueyu unconsciously clenched the hand holding the teacup.How did Xia Wen survive the seven years without her participation?

When the banquet was over, the rain had not stopped, and the sky was overcast without a single star.

Xia Wen took out a knitted sweater from the bag and put it on, opened a black umbrella, stepped on the concrete road with light-colored leather shoes, the rain splashed on her bare ankles, it was icy cold.

Outside Yanyuan was a large dark parking lot. After the banquet, car lights were lit up in the rain, which was dazzlingly bright.Xia Wen picked a path and walked back.

She lives temporarily in the staff dormitory behind the museum.An old apartment building with gray and white dilapidated white walls on the outside. In summer, the creepers that covered the walls were soaked by rain and stuck to the wall weakly.

Xia Wen put away the umbrella, stomped her feet vigorously, and the voice-activated lights that were not very effective turned on. Although the corridor was dilapidated, it was clean and tidy. She shook off the rainwater from the umbrella and walked up.

The drizzle dampened the light from the street lamps outside the building, and the moths flew around silently.

When she took out the key from her bag and was about to open the door, she was suddenly hugged from behind. Just as she was about to call out, her mouth was tightly blocked by a hand.The rain mixed with the scent of grass and trees rushed into her nostrils.The voice-activated light behind her turned on and then turned off, and she heard the panting of the people behind her.

With strength on his elbow, Xia Wen raised his arm and pushed back heavily, but was quickly avoided by the opponent.Her heart immediately flustered, the law and order in this area is good, how could such a thing happen today?

When the brain was running fast on how to escape, Xia Wen opened his mouth and was ready to bite.

The other party clenched his fists one step ahead of her, and Shen Xueyu's fingers immediately felt a wave of damp heat.

She pinched Xia Wen's chin, leaned close to her ear, and said softly, "You still only know these tricks all these years."

In the silent corridor, Xia Wen's heart beats out of sync with this familiar voice carved into his bones after seven years, and he froze there, all the dangerous self-defense techniques for survival women were removed.

Feeling the relaxation of the other party's body, Shen Xueyu pulled Xia Wen over and pushed her against the anti-theft door. The two of them faced each other, pinching her waist with one hand, and stroking the soft chin with their fingertips: "These years, the skill Not much progress."

The panic and surprise were only a short stay of Xia Ran's body for tens of seconds, her dark eyes returned to calm, and she carefully looked at the person in front of her whom she hadn't seen in seven years.

She used to think that without Shen Xueyu, Xia Wen would not even be able to survive, but the irony is that she has lived well for seven years now.

The coldness in Xia Wen's eyes made Shen Xueyu feel uncomfortable. She had long been used to the warm and sincere eyes from this girl, and she was her whole world at that time.

It should not be what it is now, alienated, and wanting nothing.

Shen Xueyu raised her chin and looked at her, touching the tip of her nose: "Didn't you say you would love me forever? Are you forgetting now?"

The lights in the corridor flickered on and then dimmed, and the rainwater slapped the walls, making a pattering sound.Xia Ran glanced at Shen Xueyu's wrinkled shirt collar, she remembered that Shen Xueyu's clothes were always meticulous, but now she could accept that her clothes were wrinkled.

"People change." Xia Wen raised his eyelids and looked at Shen Xueyu, "You told me that my life should not only be you, I should go to a bigger world to see."

Xia Wen paused for a while, and continued: "Speaking of this, I should thank you."

Shen Xueyu laughed back angrily: "You have always been sharp-tongued, so it's good, you won't be bullied by others."

"I won't be bullied by others." Xia Wen re-read the last sentence of this sentence in his heart, as if it was only said when the elders love the younger generation.She thought it was funny, obviously you, Shen Xueyu, were the one who bullied me the worst in the whole world.

She actually didn't know why Shen Xueyu followed.

When she returned to Nancheng again, it was not that she hadn't thought about the two people meeting by chance, maybe they passed each other on the street, or maybe they were nodding acquaintances at a gathering of friends.In any case, she believed that Shen Xueyu, who had always been aloof, could always keep herself from getting a little dusty.

So what is it now?Xia Wen's fingers stroked Shen Xueyu's hair that was wet by the rain. In her impression, she seldom let herself be so embarrassed.

"Ms. Shen, what can I do for you?" Xia Wen lowered her head, and her broken hair also fell down, sticking to her beautiful jawline.

What's up?Shen Xueyu herself didn't know.Today's banquet was also temporarily decided to come because she saw Xia Wen's name on the list of restorers, so why bother to come after the banquet.

Who can tell?

"I have to have something to come to you?" Shen Xueyu's voice was understated, but it made Xia Wen feel a little uncomfortable.

It was obviously in accordance with her intention to separate at the beginning, so why bother to get involved when we meet again.

Xia Wen reached out and grabbed her shirt tightly and pushed it away.The bodies of the two people who were originally stalemate became looser because of this strength. Over the years, Shen Xueyu had practiced some physical strength and ingenuity through experiments abroad, and followed Xia Wen's strength to bring her into his arms.

In the early morning of the next day, the clouds disappeared and the rain fell.Light sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains into the messy bedroom, long skirts, shirts, and trousers spread all the way to the edge of the bed.

Shen Xueyu stood on the floor with long snow-white legs, stretched her hands to the back of her neck and pinched her sore neck, picked up her clothes, turned around and saw a raised piece on the bed.

The gray-blue quilt was draped over Xia Wen's shoulder blades. She still liked to sleep on her stomach as before, showing her slender shoulders, and her hair grew long and spread out on her snow-white back.

When Xia Wen woke up, the room was empty, and there was the clear scent of cedar on Shen Xueyu's body beside her pillow, which had fascinated her. She turned over, blinked at the ceiling, and warned herself in her heart, Last night was just a very common entertainment in adult society.

It has nothing to do with so-called love.

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Ah~~ A week has passed, and I'm back as promised~ Are the cuties still there?