meaning of aurora

Chapter 158 The Treasure of the Town Hall
Obviously he booked three rooms, but Zong Guang abruptly changed his room into a double bed one.

A man who is drunk and fantasizes about his sister must never leave his sight.

Zongguang left the hotel early in the morning and went to the airport because he still had a flight mission.

When Zongguang arrived at the airport, Zongji just got on the plane.

Although there was a gap of two or three hours in the middle, there was no problem in thinking about it this early in the morning.

Zongguang's judgment was correct.

The most problematic person right now is Nie Guangyi.

After waking up, recalling what he did the night before, Nie Guangyi wished he could remove the carpet from the hotel to see if the seams in the floor could squeeze his eight-pack abs.

People who don't drink well are prone to fragmentation.

The crux of the problem is that the most embarrassing words are said before drinking.

"No way, Professor Nie, who are you listening to nonsense? I made an appointment with Miss Meng yesterday to go to Liaoning Museum at ten o'clock today. Did I call you specifically to ask you to help talk to the curator? ?”

"Yes Dad."

"This special exhibition starts from the Jinniushan people in Yingkou in the Stone Age, and opens up the [Hongshan Culture] in the Neolithic Age. The main body is the cultural relics of the Shang, Zhou, Qin and Han Dynasties, including the Han, Xiongnu, Khitan, Xianbei, Goryeo, Jurchen...is an ancient cultural display system with distinctive features and rich content.”

Zongji warned himself in his heart:

"The "Picture of Lady with Hairpin Flowers" can become the treasure of the town hall to a large extent because it belongs to the realistic painting style. The only copy I am asking about refers to calligraphy."

According to the original plan, he was going to slowly change the girl's outlook, and gradually let the brothers recognize the identity of father-in-law.

Meng Xinzhi glanced at him, and he thought that the girl was encouraging him to continue asking questions.

Zongji felt that he should be angry.

[Of course it is for the sake of my daughter, I have researched the major museums a thorough Master Taishan early on. 】

"You don't remember what happened next?"

"Ms. Meng, excessive modesty is pride, or do you not want to explain to Professor Nie at all?" Nie Guangyi said out loud.

But he just continued to pretend to be asleep quietly.

Although it was a little embarrassing, Nie Guangyi also thanked his mouth for breaking away from the command of the central nervous system.

When Zong Guang left, Nie Guangyi just sat on the bed and kept thinking about life.

"I want Dad."

"Brother Zongji asks this question. If you don't know, you must know. The [convex] brick-concrete Roman-style building at No. 26 Shiwei Road, Heping District covers an area of ​​[-] square meters and a building area of ​​[-] One thousand eight hundred square meters."

"I have been to Liaobo twice before. One of them was with my father when I was a child, and the other was with my mentor and classmates when I was in college. I really don't know much about it."

That is really the clarity that only children have, and it should not appear in the eyes of adults at all.

"That must be no!" Nie Guangyi hurriedly rebuffed: "Going to the museum requires explanations and guides. Isn't that questioning the profession of Zongji's daughter?"

Nie Guangyi may not have thought that Zongji's mood is more important than her own in Mengxin.

"Whose former residence am I asking?"

"Brother Zongji like this, I made an appointment with Miss Meng yesterday to go to Liaobo Museum at ten o'clock today. I saw that the time would be too late, so I came to knock on the door." Nie Guangyi stretched out his left hand, and showed Zong the watch on his wrist. Ji, pointing to the overlapping minute and second hands on the dial, said aloud: "Look, it's ten o'clock one minute and one second. It was exactly ten o'clock when I knocked on the door for the first time."

"I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. Please forgive me, brother Zongji."

After the rain, I don't know where the dragon is. A pool of grass is full of frogs.

"Ouyang Xun's "Thousand Characters in Running Script"?" Meng Xinzhi was a little unsure, but remembered answering the teacher's question in class.

Nie Guangyi talked about Brother Zongji, but Zongji was a little confused, whether he answered a fake call yesterday.

Without a trace of impurities.

Nie Guangyi asked himself, this time, when he came out with Mengxin, he never thought about confessing his love at all.

"Isn't that necessary? A brother for a day, a father for life."

"That's right, but the two of us only found out about this when we arrived at the hotel." Nie Tianqin showed his empty hands, and he didn't know whether to smile or said helplessly: "No, I just put the luggage in the room."

Nie Dangdang is still the same Nie Dangdang, and he doesn't take confession as a diversion.

The eyes didn't see that the uncle was tricky, but the foodie's mouth was still strong enough.

Nie Guangyi bravely and cowardly added: "The warlord of the Feng family, the capital of Rehe—the official residence of Tang Yulin. How can Brother Zongda ask such a simple question? You must ask how many floors this official residence has. How many floors are there on the ground, this kind of number-related questions that can be answered accurately."

"I even know the numbers, how can I not know the name?" Nie Guangyi asked in a rude manner. After asking back, he remembered that he was not really broken, but he really wanted to be his son-in-law, even if drinking was really broken. Yes, before drinking, I already had the heart to confess.

Liaoning Museum.

Without considering the possibility that his uncle was actually his opponent, he confessed his love so unpreparedly.

"My dear father, why are you here?"

Can you really like a girl who can pull black at will?
cant!
Absolutely not.

Nie Guangyi poked his head over Zongji and asked Meng Xinzhi: "Is that right, Miss Meng, can you explain it to laymen like my dad and me?"

"Ms. Meng's father called last night and said that you were knocked unconscious by two bottles of snowflakes. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I took the first flight to come over to have a look."

"Ouyang Xun is not the only copybook handed down in running script. Liaobo also has his "Zhongni Meng Lianpost". Song Huizong's "Cursive Script Thousand Characters" in Liaobo is really the only cursive copy of Song Huizong Zhao Ji .”

"The treasure of the town hall is "Picture of Ladies with Hairpin Flowers" by Zhou Fang in the Tang Dynasty."

Meng Xinzhi's tutor helped Nie Guangyi a lot.

"My dear father, I have measured it. My head circumference is the most standard golden ratio, not too big. You never called me that before in front of outsiders. What's the matter today, my dear father."

What else can dispel the embarrassing dew better than father's questioning?

When a person's skin is thicker than the city wall, attacking the city has never been a problem.

Zong Ji went directly to Meng Xinzhi's room.

A son can have no integrity and no bottom line. As a leading figure in the academic world, Nie Tianqin really does not expose it, nor does he not expose it.

"Big head, I heard that you did something big last night."

"I saw Miss Meng and her brother. I thought that Miss Ren's brother was here, so I drank it boldly."

……

"Morning, Brother Somichi."

Looking back now, Zong Guang didn't provoke him very much, he just asked him if he was married and came out.

"Liaobo Museum is the first museum after the founding of new China." Zong commented automatically: "The place we are now is the new museum of Liaobo Museum. The old museum is not so big, but it is the former residence of celebrities, and it can be regarded as a cultural relic. , Brother Nie, do you know whose former residence it is?"

Now that people don't admit it, and I'm trying to put on the posture of a father-in-law, isn't that exactly what Nie Guangyi wants?

After thinking about it seriously, Nie Guangyi should be angry when he called him Taishan.

People and students are both first-grade Chinese characters. Speaking of it, there is actually nothing to think about.

"Do you want Daddy to go with you?"

What's more, he broke the film early, and he would be anxious with anyone who wanted to tell him that he liked Meng Xinzhi.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Nie Tianqin didn't know how to answer.

In the aisle of the hotel, there is no sound of wind and rain, no sound of reading, no sound of autumn insects, no twilight sparrows.

Nie Guangyi's nickname was wrong. He should not be called Guangyi Young Master, but Guangyi Dayong.

[Ah bah, what kind of mountain is Tai? 】

"It's okay to be a human being in a museum. If you want to participate in the restoration process, I have to ask my father. After all, I am not familiar with the curator, and I don't know whether this restoration has any requirements for the environment and the number of participants."

Nie Guangyi's eyes were very sincere.

"Then why don't you call your father?" Zong Ji's question didn't contain much real question.

In the yellow plum season, it rains at home, and there are frogs everywhere in the grass pond.

Nie Guangyi woke up very early, and he knew exactly when Zong Guang left.

"Let's just say that Miss Meng is the most professional! You can't let an amateur like your father do this kind of thing."

"How can I remember the fragment? Did I call you, Professor Nie? What did I say?"

Considering his son's obsession with cleanliness, Nie Tianqin opened another room near Nie Guangyi's room.

Nie Guangyi turned his head, and quickly turned back: "Oh, I almost forgot. Professor Nie has left first."

Meng Xinzhi met her father's eyes and misunderstood a little, thinking that her father asked her to answer the conversation.

[At this moment, Ah Xin is not suitable to be a commentator, so who else is suitable?

"Well, Dad just called the curator. The curator said that as long as you don't want to get started, it's not a big problem if there are more or less visitors. He also asked if you want explanations and guides."

"Xin, did you make an appointment to go to the museum at ten o'clock?"

"It's serious, brother Nie's father is a great professor, and I didn't even go to high school."

"It's like this. Brother Zong also wants to see the restoration of "Luo Shen Fu Tu". Can I trouble my father to call the curator and ask if I can add a visitor?"

"Brother Nie, good morning."

She is not used to embarrassing people, she is only used to listening to her father.

Nie Guangyi stayed in the room until almost ten o'clock before coming out, and at ten o'clock:[-]:[-], he knocked on Meng Xinzhi's door.

Before Meng Xinzhi could answer, Nie Tianqin answered first: "Look at Dad's memory, I have forgotten that this is Meng girl's professional field, and we don't have much time, so I will tell the curator not to arrange it." Alright, let Miss Meng show us some of the treasures of the town hall, and hurry up to see the restoration of the long scroll."

He took a deep look at Meng Xinzhi, and after confirming that Nie Guangyi was not in his daughter's eyes, he calmed down a little.

Listening to the conversation between Nie's father and son, Zong Ji and Meng Xinzhi looked at each other.

"Mr. Nie..."

Zong Ji has a good temper, but he still can't stand Nie Guangyi's almost legendary brain circuit.

Nie Guangyi turned his head and saw Professor Nie.

Nie Guangyi turned on the cell phone that was turned off and dialed out the phone when he heard the cell phone ringing from behind.

After knocking on the door of Nie Guangyi's room for a long time, there was no one, and the phone was turned off again, so he ran to find Zongji.

Although I was reluctant, I followed my father's wishes and took up the topic: "Liaobo is a very famous museum for displaying exhibitions, especially the "Special Exhibition of Liaoning Historical Relics" has received unanimous praise from experts. Come here, just to visit and study this exhibition.”

"My dear father, did you come on the same plane as Brother Zongji?"

"That's right." Nie Tianqin asked his son meaningfully, "You're going to do big things right after that, right?"

[I already knew that this kid has a high IQ, so I can't hold my girl back at this time. 】

"No, then I went to eat by myself. I was quite full. When I came back, I met Miss Meng and her brother going out for food, and then I drank the fragments directly."

"What are you knocking on the door for?"

"Where's your piece?"

There is only embarrassment, an air of embarrassment that condenses like a cloud.

"What's more, what's more? Your teacher will definitely not let you go all the way to Liaoning to visit the museum just because of the mere [-] words. If you want a teacher to do this, you have to go to the school to report cutting corners. Isn't it? Professor Nie."

"You still know how to call me big brother?"

On the contrary, Meng Xinzhi is a little used to it.

"Then let's talk first." Nie Tianqin said to Zong Ji.

Nie Dayong answered the signal in seconds: "Girl, please tell me, what are the characteristics of this special exhibition?"

"May I ask you, what are the rare copies of the Liaobo Museum?"

"Father, go and bring the curator back first." Nie Tianqin said to Nie Guangyi while holding up the phone.

One side is integrity, the other is his son, in desperation, Nie Tianqin chooses to see nothing.

"Must, I'll call now, I'll give Brother Zongji a speakerphone."

"Guangyi, you just called Dad, what's the matter?"

If he hadn't made a confession first, he would definitely be at a disadvantage now.

"Very detailed and clear. It takes the general history of China as the longitude and local history as the latitude."

"Brother Nie, can I come together?"

"Eh!"

Nie Guangyi was a little fascinated by Meng Xinzhi's claim.

He made persistent efforts to show the male peacock's feathers: ""Cursive Script Thousand-Character Essay" is just an orphan copy of cursive script by a certain artist emperor, and it is not really an isolated copy. If it is an isolated copy of Liaobo, it must be "Ancient Poems Four "Tie", and "Wang Xizhi's Calligraphy", which is the only surviving authentic work of Wang Xizhi. The true treasure of the town hall."

"Mr. Nie..." Meng Xinzhi said everything before Nie Guangyi's feather punched in again: "Why do you need someone to explain Liaobo?"

(End of this chapter)