Is he teasing me

Chapter 129

"Click" on the lipstick cover, Zhang Moyan looked up at the vanity mirror, the peach-colored Givenchy vermicelli velvet 16# added a lot of affinity to the whole face.

Adhering to the idea that "going to an elegant place like a museum should be decent", Zhang Moyan got up early in the morning to take care of her hair and wanted to put on a light makeup, but she looked through the makeup samples sent by Zhou Xia, and the colors were all good. wild.When I was at a loss, I found a lipstick in my work bag that I hadn't found for a long time. Although the light and thin texture only showed a natural pink color even if it was thickly applied, the whole person was still brighter than a plain face.

Suddenly the phone rang, it was a message from Xiao Xingyu.

"I have something to do temporarily in the morning, and I will take you to the museum in the afternoon, so you can sleep a little longer."

what?
Zhang Moyan quickly typed: "Have you gone yet?!"

Just a few seconds after sending it, a wechat call came over, and Zhang Moyan picked it up.

"Miss Xiao, have you gone out yet?"

"Ah, yes!"

"Sorry, I'm late again. I've set the alarm to 6:[-]. I didn't expect you to go out so early... You should tell me."

Her price tag of 2000 yuan per day is too dereliction of duty as a bodyguard, and she can't even travel with the master.

Xiao Xingyu smiled at the other end: "It doesn't matter, I was the one who contacted the curator of the museum last night and talked about the exhibition that will be held in the museum next week. He happened to encounter some curatorial problems, so he was arrested to help! It was a sudden decision."

"Who is it?" A female voice came from the phone, with a pleasant voice, and Zhang Moyan recognized Zhou Xia's voice immediately.

"It's Mo Yan," Xiao Xingyu lowered his voice and said to Zhou Xia, "We were supposed to bring her to the museum."

Zhou Xia paused and said regretfully, "That's only in the afternoon."

Xiao Xingyu gave a "hmm" and returned to continue talking on the phone with Zhang Moyan: "You can do activities by yourself in the morning, and I will arrange someone to pick you up in the afternoon. Don't mute the phone~"

"Okay, then Mr. Xiao, you should be busy first!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Moyan died down, and the energy he had woken up in the morning was gone.

Is this a disappointment?

She didn't know she wanted to go to the museum so much!

Turning around and seeing the smooth hair and the color of the lips in the mirror, I even felt a feeling of being trampled on.

Suddenly I don't want to go to the museum anymore... If Zhou Xia comes over in the afternoon and asks why she returned the clothes, I don't know how to answer.

And if she was present, it would be impossible to mention any interviews.

All in all, going to museums has become something that doesn't appeal to her now.

Zhang Moyan looked out of the window at the clusters of flowers, wondering why she felt so depressed in such a beautiful spring.

It's just a visit to the museum to adjust the time. Do you want to be so exaggerated?

In the past, this kind of emotional reaction only appeared before the menstrual period. Why do you have this kind of symptom after the menstrual period? Could it be that her condition has escalated with age... It seems that this time I will go back and take a good look at traditional Chinese medicine. If it doesn’t work, change another doctor or another hospital.

I ate breakfast in a tasteless manner, took a small kettle and poured a few buckets of water in several flower beds. The day before yesterday, Dean Geng called to introduce her to some books on hypnotic psychology. At that time, I was busy worrying about Xiao Xingyu being detained by Jiang Dazhu. I haven't read it either, and now I just have time to buy an e-book to read.

At noon, I ate dinner again in a daze. I couldn’t remember whether I ate chicken or fish. Then I kept checking the time on my mobile phone, and I didn’t even finish a chapter of the e-book.

After three o'clock, Zhang Moyan was really getting angry. Isn't the bodyguard human?Can the bodyguard's time be wasted endlessly like this?

What did that silly woman Wang Baochuan think of staying in the cold kiln for eighteen years? She wouldn't be able to wait a day!
Angrily, he took out his phone and was about to turn it off. When he saw the picture of himself at a news scene with his press card on the screen saver, he suddenly realized that his current state seemed a bit too unprofessional.

Isn't it commonplace for journalists to wait for others?
Why can't I eat this bowl?
It must be because the interview has been pending for too long without any progress, and she didn't even know that she was already anxious about this in her heart.

I poured myself a glass of water, lay down on the bed to adjust my mentality, and suddenly a call came in from my mobile phone, and I saw it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hi, hello, is this Miss Zhang Moyan?"

"Hello," the voice of the man on the phone is not familiar, but because of work, she often receives calls from such strangers, "Excuse me, are you..."

"Oh, I'm the curator of Xiaosheng Celadon Museum. I was entrusted by Mr. Yu to pick you up to the museum. I'm already at the door of Xiao's house. Please come out, can I wait for you here?"

"Oh good," Zhang Moyan sat up from the bed, "Then please wait a moment, I'll pack it up right away."

The so-called clean-up is actually just combing the messy hair. When I looked in the mirror, I felt again that "it should be decent to go to an elegant place like a museum", so I applied a few more layers of lipstick.

Although he was not as excited as he was in the morning, his sluggish spirit was lifted. Kazuo Inamori was right, work is the cure for everything.

As soon as she stepped out of the gate, a middle-aged man in a dark suit immediately greeted her and picked her into the car enthusiastically.

As the head of the first hall, the other party didn't feel any inappropriate because he condescended to pick up a bodyguard. Not only did he take the initiative to talk about the topic enthusiastically, but he also knew everything about Zhang Moyan.

Zhang Moyan just asked, "Who are the famous people in the history of Ruzhou?" The narration is eloquent, such as a deep and shallow narration, which perfectly achieves both refined and popular tastes.

The main building of Xiao Sheng's Celadon Museum is constructed with strict geometric shapes and modern glass and limestone materials. According to the curator's introduction, the entire museum covers an area of ​​about 40000 square meters, with 11 exhibition halls divided by historical dynasties and 578 rooms. A conference center with seats, a 2000-square-meter teaching and research studio, a sculpture garden and a tea house.

Zhang Moyan was guided by the curator into each exhibition hall, and the curator personally explained the collections during the whole visit process. Such a grand treatment made her a little apprehensive.

"Why didn't I see you Mr. Yu?" Zhang Moyan asked as the two moved from the "Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties Pavilion" to the "Sui and Tang Pavilion".

"Oh, it's a coincidence today, Mr. Yu came to supervise, and we have a curator here who is his college roommate! This curator is going back to Guangzhou in the afternoon, and he strongly asks Mr. Yu to take him to the airport. He's gone to the airport."

Zhang Moyan let out a meaningful "Oh".

It is rare to meet old classmates, especially Xiao Xingyu who is away all the year round.

After visiting three or four museums in succession, the curator's phone rang several times. Zhang Moyan really felt that he was delaying other people's work, so he offered to go around slowly by himself so that the curator could be busy beforehand.

The curator hesitated for a moment: "I'm really sorry to bother you! So, please wait a moment, I will find a guide to continue to introduce you, and I will rush over when I am busy!"

Zhang Moyan agreed empathetically, and was guided to visit the Song Dynasty Museum freely.

The Song Dynasty was the heyday of celadon, and this exhibition hall is also the one with the largest area and the richest collection among all the exhibition halls.

A piece of exquisite porcelain is placed independently in glass cabinets, raised or lowered to different heights, and reasonably distributed in the space to create different levels of perspective. The audience is in it, just like the displayed items. surrounded.

The melon-edge vase with a skimming mouth and straight neck has a beautiful body; the Tianqiu vase with a round belly and small mouth is graceful and magnanimous;

Zhang Moyan changed scenes step by step, each piece of celadon porcelain with a glaze color like jade, each of which was exquisite, flowed in front of her eyes like a clear stream of clear water, the seductiveness of the craftsmen in the Song Dynasty shocked her and caught her attention tightly.

Walking forward, her eyes rested on a celadon ornament the size of an incense burner.

This is a porcelain pomegranate fruit with pea-green glaze color, short neck and sloping shoulders, big mouth and lower abdomen, and slightly turned down lips.

"This kind of pomegranate statue was popular in the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong years of the Qing Dynasty. It was extremely rare in the Song Dynasty. Do you like it?"

A bright voice sounded from behind, and Zhang Moyan turned her head straight, and saw Xiao Xingyu's slender and handsome figure, turning around from behind a transparent glass cabinet reflecting streamer light like a slow motion movie.

With straight shoulders and a straight back, he was dressed in a tailored silver-gray suit, standing among the celadon collections floating like islands, as if he was also a glazed and beautiful collection.

The eyes of the two met, Xiao Xingyu smiled at her, without exaggeration, the porcelain in the room was instantly compared!

(End of this chapter)