Ginger's grocery store

Through communication, Jiang Yuan learned from Hu Meili that the museum is cooperating with the National Museum to shoot a documentary about the past and present of the national treasure by a well-known documentary master and producer of a gold medal variety show.Collection This site takes nine museums selected from across the country as the protagonists. Each museum will launch nine collections, which will be interpreted by real people and tell the story of the vicissitudes of national treasures.

"Listening to your description, it has the taste of "National Treasure Can Talk" and "National Treasure." Jiang Yuan, who was dragging the suitcase, made a small summary after listening to Hu Meili's narration.

"I just know a general idea. In order to keep it secret, I haven't got the specific book yet." Hu Meili's pale face recovered a little blood, but she still didn't look very healthy.This time she behaved well, she was a full two meters away from Jiang Yuan, and a few burly men could walk between the two of them, and if they spoke in a slightly lower voice, the other party might not be able to hear them.

"I still have some expectations. The past and present lives of national treasures, if you think about it, are magnificent and witnessed the rise and fall of history. To them, they are just different silhouettes in a long life, but to future generations, they are indelible existences in the long river of history." Jiang Yuan is more and more looking forward to the appearance of this documentary, and sincerely hopes that it can produce new ideas and creativity, and popularize the glorious past of the ancestors to the world.

Probably because he became the owner of the grocery store, and the things he bought were all old things. Hearing that there was a documentary about the past and present of the national treasure, Jiang Yuan was very excited.

After the excitement is over, I have to return to reality. Who is that guest surnamed Liang?

Today is the planning day before the filming of the documentary. All the actors and staff involved will be there. As soon as Hu Meili entered the building, she was called over and couldn't help Jiang Yuan any more.

After entering the side door, there is a modern building of the museum, where administrative offices, archives, cultural relics restoration, etc. are located.

"Hello, is there a staff member surnamed Liang here?" Stopping a staff member with a sign on his chest, Jiang Yuan asked in a non-French way, "He has a courier to pick up, but he didn't give his name. Fill it out clearly."

Looking at the badge of the staff member, Jiang Yuan was startled. How lucky was he? The person in front of him was surnamed Liang, called Liang Tiancheng, and his job title was written as curator.As soon as he caught the museum's top boss, Jiang Yuan felt that after leaving the museum, he would definitely turn left and go to a small shop to buy a lottery ticket, maybe he could win the big prize.

Director Liang Tiancheng first looked at Jiang Yuan. The younger brother was handsome and pleasing, and the dimples on the corners of his mouth were very popular with the elders when he smiled.Looking at the big box behind Jiang Yuan, he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. The well-maintained man in his 50s ignored the eyes of everyone around him, and hugged the big box tightly over Jiang Yuan, as if he saw the two separated people. 30 years son.

"The guest I want to find will not be you." Jiang Yuan was a little dumbfounded. Just now he was troubled about how to find the guest, but the guest jumped out on his own initiative. The task was completed so quickly, breaking the record.

Liang Tiancheng, who held the box as his own daughter for a while, calmed down, took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "You must be the staff of Kunwuju, right? Thank you so much, thank you for taking my The order was delivered right away, I thought it would be a few days late, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..." He stroked the box, as if his palm had penetrated the cardboard box and felt the brick engravings that had been dusty for hundreds of years.

Liang Tiancheng is an ordinary person. The reason why he knew about Kunwuju was because the former curator told him when he retired that he should always pay attention to the dynamics of Kunwuju and buy cultural relics as soon as he found them. There is a secret in the museum. The purpose of the funds is to buy and buy in Kunwuju.

He has been the curator for nearly 20 years. Kunwuju has been closed and closed, and he has never updated his shopping list. He thought that he would never see the magic of Kunwuju before he retired. I brought a huge surprise.

The goods were handed over, and Jiang Yuan, who got back the stub of the courier order, did not leave immediately. The trailer was too heavy for Liang Tiancheng to drag, and he couldn't find a suitable helper for a while, so he helped to send it to the place designated by Liang Tiancheng . "Don't all the collections in the museum have a source, you bought them from Kunwuju, what do you say?"

"Donate or buy from an anonymous collector." After the brick carving arrived, Liang Tiancheng, who was at ease with his whole heart, explained Jiang Yuan's doubts.

Jiang Yuan, who has gone through two lifetimes, is still a bit immature in front of those with rich experience, and needs to learn a lot.

"There is also a brick painting in the museum's collection - "Luo Shen Tu", but that one was imitated by craftsmen in the Qing Dynasty based on the original work. After all, the imitation lacked aura, so it can only be called a collection rather than a national treasure. It is a pity that the original work was destroyed during the war. Lost, we have been looking for it, and if there are any clues, we will send someone to see it, but it is a pity." Liang Tiancheng talked about the past and present life depicted by Brick, which perfectly fits the upcoming documentary. When he said, he had mixed feelings in his heart, " When I browsed the store’s webpage, I saw that the engravings on the green bricks are agile, round and smooth, and I have a faint feeling that it is what we have been looking for.”

"Is that so sure?" Jiang Yuan asked back as he pushed the trailer into the elevator.

Liang Tiancheng laughed twice, "Of course, that's Kunwuju." He didn't know exactly what Kunwuju was, but the old curator's description of Kunwuju made him yearn for it, and at the same time, he didn't dare to underestimate it. .He half-jokingly said: "Even if it is not, the brick carvings produced by Kunwuju are definitely not ordinary products. It is a business that can make a profit without losing money. It is worth buying it. If you miss it, you will regret it for a lifetime."

Jiang Yuan nodded, and said seriously: "Yes, the possibility of missing it is zero. It's here——"

The elevator beeped softly, and after getting out of the elevator, Jiang Yuan followed the curator and dragged the trailer all the way to the door of the conference room. When the dean opened the door, he said gratefully: "Thank you, brother, today the museum is very busy with the documentary. Very, if it wasn't for your help, it would be difficult to carry the brick carvings up with my old bones."

The door was pushed open, and the polite words that Jiang Yuan was about to utter were choked in his throat. He opened his mouth and spit out three words, "Old man."

"Huh?" The curator didn't hear clearly, and asked in doubt.

Seeing the person in front of him, Jiang Yuan couldn't tolerate anything else.

Fang Chengyan stood by the window. Outside the window were the green trees and black tiles of the museum, and the pink walls and flower windows. The simple and elegant suit on his body seemed to come out of the misty ink painting. "The rock is as independent as a solitary pine. As towering as a jade mountain about to collapse", his figure is tall and straight, like a zhilanyushu, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"Mr. Fang, you have been waiting for a long time. The meeting room is noisy. Please bear with me." The curator stepped into the room and greeted Fang Chengyan first. Today is really embarrassing, I can't even find a clean and quiet room If they come out, they can only let Fang's boss and documentary investors stay in the crowded conference room.

"It's nothing, the curator is polite." Fang Chengyan's eyes swept over Jiang Yuan flatly, as if looking at a stranger he didn't know.

Fang Chengyan's gaze awakened Jiang Yuan from his stupor, and the noisy voice came as clear as a tide. At this moment, there were no. The things piled up so that people can't get in, it's hard for these staff to be able to move without hindrance.

Jiang Yuan was so angry that his hair was going to stand on end, if he had the ability to follow me to the old house at night, he would continue to use his ability to tell me the truth! ! !Unhappy Jiang Yuan forced himself to take his eyeballs off Fang Chengyan, and asked the curator in a dull voice, "Curator, where are the boxes?"

The curator quickly said: "Please trouble little brother, just put it in the corner."

corner?

There is no corner in the conference room now, just find an open space to put it.Angry in Jiang Yuan's heart, he simply picked an empty space farthest from Fang Chengyan.

"Let Rang, Rang Rang..."

On the road that Jiang Yuan had to pass, three or four people suddenly came in horizontally, moving the scrolls of antique calligraphy and painting that needed to be photographed during the shooting.The man yelling to give way walked with his back facing him, and came in a hurry. Jiang Yuan wanted to avoid it, but in a hurry, the box couldn't move at all due to inertia.

The man's back hit the box heavily, and the box was knocked backwards. It can be seen that Xiaoman was right, the box looked big, but it was not heavy.

Seeing that the box was about to fall, Jiang Yuan wanted to avoid it, and his brain reacted, but his body, which had not experienced ten years of hardship and pampering, could not react at all.

It's over.

Jiang Yuan thought in his heart, if it fell down, the possibility of death is not very high, and it is still possible to be hit with a concussion.

A strong hand supported the box to stop it from falling, and the owner of the hand pushed hard, and the box returned to its original shape.

Jiang Yuan, who was still in an evasive posture, focused his gaze on that hand. The fingers were slender, the palm was strong, the fingers were round, and the nails were healthy red due to the force.Following this hand, Jiang Yuan's gaze gradually moved up and landed on Fang Chengyan's face, trying to find some clues of concern for himself from the face that always wore a decent smile.

But what is frustrating is that the old man's disguise has been accurate to every hair, impeccable.

If expressionless facial paralysis is counted as facial paralysis, the smile that has remained unchanged for thousands of years is actually a kind of facial paralysis. The former is indifferent, while the latter is also repulsive.

The only difference is probably seeing the latter being able to deceive himself a bit.

On the other side, the curator standing by the window looked blankly in front of him, and then at Fang Chengyan in the distance, "When did I walk over, why can't I remember at all?"

"Curator, didn't you just let me see the brick carvings." Fang Chengyan calmly withdrew his hand and said naturally.

"Oh, yes." The curator received the information, and said naturally: "I can guarantee that the brick depiction must be the real thing of "Luo Shen Tu"."

The surroundings that had been quiet for a moment due to the accident regained their vitality, as if the scene just now had never happened, and continued with the matter in hand.

Fang Chengyan wanted to leave, but Jiang Yuan quickly grabbed the hem of his suit, stared at him with burning eyes, and said almost word by word: "If you don't explain clearly, you will be finished, Fang Chengyan!"