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Chapter 65

Who is the owner of the gold leaf mask?
Archaeologists have not been able to answer this question.

A screen is specially placed next to the showcase, which loops to play the restoration pictures of the masks and the 3D portraits simulated by computer technology.

Looking at the face that was five points similar to himself at that time, Yan Fuguang was slightly lost in thought.

The high priest told her that there was a period of time when the floods in the Eastern Wei Dynasty ravaged the people's lives, and the world said it was God's punishment.

Until the day she was born, the dark clouds covering the sky gradually dissipated, and the long-lost sun hung high in the sky. The overjoyed King Wei named this child who was born with God's will, Fuguang, which means the sun.

That's right, the owner of the mask is the former princess of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, Fu Guang, who was a gift from the King of Wei when she was an adult.

On the missing half of the mask, her name was engraved on the back.

The sun is the belief of the people of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, and the divine bird of the sun is the totem of the Eastern Wei Dynasty. Princess Fuguang was born with the expectation of the people of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, and the King of Wei also gave her extreme love.

Someone once speculated whether the owner of the mask could be the legendary empress. After all, the restored face was obviously a woman, and the only empress in the history of the Eastern Wei Dynasty who could enjoy such reverence, but so far no one can make a conclusion .

Many people are expecting that maybe the discovery of the emperor's tomb can solve this mystery.

Near noon, there were fewer and fewer people in the main hall, and Yan Fuguang's figure stood out in the empty exhibition hall.

At this time, a gaze from beside him made Yan Fuguang withdraw his thoughts.

It was a middle-aged woman in a long skirt, with clear eyes and a bookish look.

Yun Zhixia noticed Yan Fuguang who was alone more than ten minutes ago, and her eyes lingered for a long time between her and the simulated portrait on the screen, always feeling that there was an indescribable similarity between the two.

Until Yan Fuguang turned his head to face her, the thoughts that had been entangled in her mind broke through the fog almost instantly.

"you……"

Yun Zhixia suddenly had an urge to chat with the girl in front of her.

Yan Fuguang thought he was recognized, but judging by the age of this lady, she shouldn't be a star chaser, right?
She was not sure, so she nodded politely at the other party.

Yun Zhixia knew that her behavior was a little abrupt, but she didn't want to miss this opportunity because of her literary thoughts.

She is a screenwriter, and the name Yun Zhixia is an absolute guarantee of ratings in the field of costume dramas.

When the ruins of the Eastern Wei Dynasty came into being more than ten years ago, she intended to write a play with that period of history as the background, but she was not satisfied with the tinkering.

She has been here many times over the years, and the Eastern Wei Museum has also visited many times, but the script still did not meet her expectations.

But this time, because of the news of the female emperor's mausoleum, her creative bottleneck was almost unbreakable-why not try to substitute the female emperor's perspective?

Yun Zhixia has been writing in retreat during this period of time, and she doesn't know Yan Fuguang, who has only recently become popular.

However, before this mask that she had looked at countless times, her gaze was involuntarily attracted to this girl.

Is it because they are so similar?
Or maybe Yan Fuguang just stood there quietly, but strangely made the image of the empress hidden in the mist in her imagination gradually clear.

"Are you also interested in the history of the Eastern Wei Dynasty?"

Yun Zhi Xia Si thought about it before and after, she wanted to chat with Yan Fuguang a few more words, inspiration would be gone if she couldn't grasp it.

As he said that, Yun Zhixia found a business card and handed it over. Fortunately, he put a few in his backpack, otherwise Yan Fuguang might not be very good at talking to strangers.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a screenwriter and I'm writing a script about the Eastern Wei Dynasty. I see that you are also interested in this mask, so I want to chat with you. It can be regarded as looking for inspiration from the audience's perspective."

Yan Fuguang took the business card, and there was an unfamiliar company name printed behind the words Yun Zhixia.

But her understanding of the entertainment industry is really limited, if Zhang Yuanyuan is next to her, she will definitely recognize this Xia Guo Culture Studio.

Just as Yan Fuguang was about to refuse, a girl ran over and greeted her excitedly.

Yan Fuguang had been fully armed before, and she took off her mask to let in some air until there were fewer people in the main hall. She didn't expect to attract a woman who claimed to be a screenwriter, and now a fan popped up.

"Yan Fuguang? Are you Yan Fuguang?"

The girl's face was full of surprise, and after getting closer, she finally confirmed that she had not admitted her mistake.

The girl couldn't hold back the joy of meeting her idol, and asked excitedly, "Sorry, I didn't bother you, did I? Sister Xiaoguang, can you sign for a group photo?"

After asking, she was a little nervous, and she immediately added: "Then what... If it's inconvenient, it's okay."

Although he said he was fine, his Bambi-like eyes were full of longing.

Sure enough, she is a fan. Yan Fuguang is used to being asked for an autograph at any time.

But Yun Zhixia didn't expect that her source of inspiration would be a celebrity?

But it's better to be a star, at least her title of well-known screenwriter can still come in handy.

Unfortunately, if she knew that Yan Fuguang had never heard of her name, she probably wouldn't be optimistic.

"Let's go out and shoot."

It was not convenient to take pictures in the museum, so Yan Fuguang took the girls to the atrium, where the light was just right.

Yan Fuguang skillfully bent down to be at the same level as the camera. Seeing the girl shaking with excitement, he took the initiative to hold the phone and press the shutter.

The girl didn't bring a pen and paper, but it was Yun Zhixia who contributed the inside pages of her notebook, and the satisfied girl thanked her repeatedly.

Yan Fuguang didn't want to be disturbed these two days, so he asked her not to post it online for the time being, and the girl agreed.

After this little fan left, Yun Zhixia also figured out who Yan Fuguang was.

When she just signed it, she sent it to the assistant under Yan Fuguang's name. It turned out that this little girl who made her happy to see her was not only a top student in Shanghai, but also a rising star.

"I didn't expect that we are still traveling together, Miss Yan is young and promising!" Yun Zhixia exclaimed.

At least from her screenwriter's point of view, Yan Fuguang made her very eager to create. The scene of the girl standing quietly in the exhibition hall just now has built a very three-dimensional picture in her mind.

This feeling is very complicated and gratifying, especially for a creator. This story about the Eastern Wei Dynasty is Yun Zhixia's obsession for many years. She hopes that this drama will become a classic.

For Yun Zhixia's appearance, Yan Fuguang didn't have any bad feelings, anyway, he came out to relax and chat.

There is a small coffee shop in the museum, there are not many customers, just a space for conversation.

Ordinarily, with Yun Zhixia's status in the industry, she didn't have to do this with ordinary artists, but Yan Fuguang made her feel too special, and she didn't have time to think about it at the first time, so she kept him.

In fact, what can strangers talk about when they meet for the first time?

It's just that people who are engaged in creation are a little superstitious about inspiration. For Yun Zhixia, the longer the inspiration stays, the better, even if she and Yan Fuguang are just sitting face to face.

(End of this chapter)