Ginger's grocery store

The bright sunshine in the afternoon shines into the room through the clear windows. People carrying all kinds of imitation antiques on their shoulders and hands are immersed in their toil, laughing and complaining with their colleagues. Everything is proceeding according to the original track. The meeting room of more than 100 square meters is full of human fireworks, and the fragile ones can be easily changed with a little fiddle with your hands.

Jiang Yuan looked at Fang Chengyan with clear eyes stubbornly, he just wanted an answer.With anger, impatience, and cautious exploration, he asked: "Do you know me? Don't lie to me, I'm not a child, how could there be such a coincidence, you were there every few times I delivered the goods." He didn't know what he was obsessed with, did he care that only he knew about the two decades of sharing weal and woe, or did he care that Fang Chengyan was hiding a secret and didn't want to recognize him?he does not know.

Fang Chengyan sighed helplessly, and raised his hand as if to touch Jiang Yuan's face, but just when he was about to touch it, he missed it and landed on Jiang Yuan's shoulder. When he pulled his hand away, an extra piece of fingertip landed on Jiang Yuan's face Leaves on shoulders. "Counting this time, we have met three times in total."

Fang Chengyan's eyes were clean and clear, as quietly as an impenetrable pool of water, Jiang Yuan found in frustration that he didn't understand the current Fang Chengyan, even after ten years of getting along. "You don't want to admit it now, one day...forget it, let's not talk about it, I want to thank you for saving me in the ancient house, and this time, if you didn't take action just now, I would have smashed under the box, Immortal or disabled..."

"Shh." Fang Chengyan raised his finger to press his mouth, and the smile on his face faded a little, "Don't say that word."

Jiang Yuan blinked, obediently responded, and complained in a low voice, "It's the same as my grandma, I can't hear this word."

Fang Chengyan looked at Jiang Yuan, he couldn't hear it, he had seen too much, experienced too much, his heart was already as hard as a stone, and the whole world turned into nothingness in front of his eyes in an instant, to him it was just returning to first moments.But he didn't want to hear "death" from Jiang Yuan's mouth. Those ten years had a deeper impact on him than he imagined.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little silent. Jiang Yuan wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he was confused and didn't know how to start. Fang Chengyan looked at Jiang Yuan, who sometimes frowned and pursed his lips in thought, his eyes became softer when he didn't realize it. , nor willing to open his mouth to break the rare relationship.

The two of them didn't speak, but they dragged a big box in the middle of the meeting room, occupying a large space. A chubby cat squatted on the trailer and fell into self-doubt. Just now, Fang Chengyan teleported him and didn't think so. Feel the fluctuation of spiritual power.The amber eyes fell on Fang Chengyan's face, which was inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. Could it be that the human monks are now so powerful that they can expect to hide from Master Hu's eyes?

Da Jin resolutely refused to admit it, and he was more inclined to have some kind of magic weapon that Fang Chengyan possessed so that he could hide his abilities.

It sure is!

The big piece was too much of a hindrance here, but because Fang Shengyan's aura was too strong, the small staff didn't dare to come forward, so they went to Director Liang and said that Director Liang woke up from the trance just now, and the response to the situation The staff said they knew it.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of the nose, Director Liang walked over and said with a smile, "Mr. Fang and Brother Jiang know each other?"

"That's right, Teacher Fang taught me." Director Liang just said politely, looking for an opening statement, but Jiang Yuan wanted to put his own label on Fang Chengyan's body, and rushed to tell Director Liang that he was I know Fang Chengyan.Looking at Fang Chengyan proudly, "Teacher Fang's class is lively and interesting, and I was fascinated by it." He fell asleep the whole way through that dry lecture, and when he woke up, he felt as if he knew it. You see, he doesn't know what questions the students asked and what answer Fang Chengyan gave.

"It turned out to be like this. It really is a famous teacher who produces a good apprentice." Curator Liang knows how to do it properly, "It's too noisy to stay here, why don't we change places. Hey, it's messy everywhere for the documentary filming, My office is full of sundries, otherwise I would invite the two of you to sit in the past."

"It's okay, it's fine if we stay here now." Jiang Yuan grinned, and he was happy standing with Fang Chengyan.

Da Jin, who was doubling himself by the side, had to take time to cover his face, once again doubting Xuan Jian's ability to see people.

Jiang Yuan, who originally wanted to leave after delivering the goods, had a new idea. He wanted to stay here and not leave. He turned his eyes around to find the reason to stay, "I don't know how the bricks coming out of our store are depicted. Is it the real piece "The Picture of Luoshen" that the curator needs? If there is a chance, it would be great if you can see the spelling."

"There must be a chance, and it will be exhibited later..."

Before curator Liang could finish speaking, Fang Chengyan, who saw Jiang Yuan's expression completely, said, "I heard that the imitation was supposed to be included in the national treasure of the documentary, but it was a pity that it was not made because it was not high enough. Since the real one is Here, if Director Liang is free, you might as well restore it on the spot for us to see."

Director Liang immediately agreed in a twitch, "Okay, I'm also excited. If it is the real "Luo Shen Tu", then our museum will have another treasure of the town hall, and the country will have another national treasure."

Act as soon as you say action, Director Liang will unpack the "puzzle" regardless of the clutter on the scene, and there is a sycophant's posture to accompany the "faint lord" to amuse the "favorite concubine". The embarrassing bullet screen crazily swiped the screen: Oh my god, come and see that my boss is Daji alive, and the seemingly wise and mighty teacher Fang is actually a fool!

Although in Daikin's view, a pile of broken bricks does not depend on where they are placed.

Fortunately, someone stopped him in time. Seeing him unpacking the box, Director Liang’s assistant asked inexplicably, breaking the confusion in the director’s mind, knocking on the head immediately, and saying, “The meeting room is too messy. , it is not suitable for opening the box to check, or we go to the second basement, where it is clean, and the temperature and humidity are strictly controlled, which is good for cultural relics."

"Then trouble the curator." Jiang Yuan immediately looked at Fang Chengyan, and said with a smile, "Teacher Fang, let's go."

A group of people transferred the site and came to the underground floor, where all the collections of the Nanzhou City Museum are located. There is also a cultural relic restoration room underground. From the opened door, Jiang Yuan saw staff working at their desks to repair damaged calligraphy and paintings—putting them in front of them. Paste the cut rice paper strips on the ancient paintings on the light box——Jiang Yuan once watched the documentary. suddenly raised his head to look outside, his eyes suddenly went dark when he didn't get used to it.

Being willing to be mediocre, it is really remarkable to have been engaged in a job for several years or even decades. Jiang Yuan has a serious face and respects the cultural relics workers.

Director Liang pushed open a door and turned on the light. The room of about 40 square meters only had a desk and several bookshelves full of old newspapers. Zhang, bring "The Picture of Luoshen" over here."

"Good curator." The assistant who followed him turned and went to pick up the imitation of "Luo Shen Tu".

After entering the room, he unpacked the box. Jiang Yuan enthusiastically helped, and soon a pile of bluestone bricks inside was exposed, "A total of 380 bricks, the bricks are not big, the size of my palm, with engraved patterns on one side." Jiang Yuan has a basic understanding of the goods that come out of it.

Jiang Yuan was about to show Fang Chengyan a piece, but curator Liang stopped him, and said kindly: "People's palms will have sweat stains, bacteria, dander, etc., which will corrode the cultural relics to a certain extent. Usually with gloves on."

I don't know when the prepared equipment was handed over to Jiang Yuan and Fang Chengyan, Director Liang continued: "It's best to wear a mask, because the air exhaled by people is moist and warm, so it's best to wear it when you observe it at a close distance. "

Jiang Yuan, who took the mask: "..." I'm really embarrassed to say, when they were in Kunwuju, they were not treated so preciously, and when they were spat out by Xuan Jian, they even slammed on the ground with clinks. It can be said that the quality itself is very good.

Cleared out all the bricks and piled them on the ground covered with newspapers, and the assistant over there also went through the procedure and took out the imitation of "The Picture of Luoshen", which was directly assembled and inlaid in the glass frame, with a width of about 1.2 meters. About [-] meters high, it is a large standing picture. In the painting, the goddess's belts are fluttering, her skirts are flying, and her silk is lightly moving. An imitation, according to the superb craftsmanship of the imitator, is a rare cultural relic.

"Unfortunately, imitations are imitations after all." Curator Liang lamented this sentence when he introduced them to the two. He is amazed every time he sees Goddess, and even more regretful.

Jiang Yuan was puzzled. He understood the obsession of cultural relics workers to the genuine product, but the imitation product is so exquisite that it is rare to see it.

"Lack of aura, too much craftsmanship." Fang Chengyan gave a eight-character comment.

"To the point." Curator Liang showed approval in his eyes.

Fang Chengyan and Director Liang talked about it together, Jiang Yuan shrugged, well, he is just a layman, and his appreciation of things still stays at the most superficial level of "beautiful or not", not deep into the soul.Looking carefully at the noble and glamorous Goddess, she raised her hands, her five fingers spread out, and her slender fingers were slightly raised upwards, as if something was being held in her palms.But in the brick depiction, it is not shown, which always gives people a sense of disobedience.

"According to the records found in the miscellaneous articles, the imitation of "The Picture of Luoshen" is just a defective product that was hastily made in a year. It is incomplete and does not have one-tenth of the essence of the real product."

Hearing what Director Liang said, Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows. One year was a hasty time. What a peerless treasure the original work should be.

"With a reference, it will definitely be very fast to spell out the original work." Director Liang said confidently, he shouted, "Xiao Zhang, call the sculpture team, we will spell out the picture, and the next thing is to witness the miracle moment."

Really?

Jiang Yuan took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. More than half an hour had passed quietly. The professional staff of the museum didn't even put two bricks together, and there was no way to compare them with pictures? "Wrong, the one you are holding is on your feet, and you put it where your head is."

After looking at it for a few times, Jiang Yuan was able to know what he knew, and when the leader of the carving team misplaced it again, he reminded him.

The group leader frowned, a young layman, just pointing out something if he doesn't understand.