Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The weather is fine today, and there are many people in the museum.

There is also a group of primary school students visiting under the leadership of the teacher.

After Gu Zichen brought Lian Jia in, the two went to the third exhibition hall.

It happened that a group of tourists gathered around the glass and listened to the guide's explanation.

"This hairpin has a very nice name, it's called Sauvignon Blanc."

Hearing this name, Lian Jia was taken aback, and hurried to the nearby area.

Under the single beam of bright light, the sauvignon blanc that she entrusted Gu Nuoer to give to Gu Zichen was placed in the glass.

Even though thousands of years have passed, the hairpin has oxidized a little, but it is still difficult to hide its simple jade color.

Under the light, it looks extra warm and eye-catching.

She couldn't help turning her head, looking at Gu Zichen beside her: "Why is it here?"

Gu Zichen raised his head: "Don't worry, just listen to the guide."

The guide will continue to introduce to you at this time—

"The origin of the hairpin can no longer be investigated. It is said that it was donated to the museum by a mysterious rich man."

"Behind this hairpin, there is a very heartbreaking story. According to rumors, the hairpin belongs to a beautiful girl. For some reason, she had to part with her sweetheart."

"Before leaving, she gave this item to the other party, hoping that the other party would not forget her. The so-called long-term lovesickness means long-term thinking."

"With the passing of history, whether they will meet again in the end, we have no way of knowing."

"But this hairpin is so well preserved, presumably the young master from back then must have cherished it carefully."

"Time will separate people, and at the same time, it will also give more meaning to certain objects. For example, this hairpin, which seems to be parted, is actually full of lovesickness."

After the guide finished explaining, he took the tourists to the next collection.

Only Lian Jia did not leave, her fingertips touched the glass lightly, as if stroking the hairpin she had given away.

The tourists stopped briefly, and the brief few minutes of commentary actually participated in Lian Jia's most memorable days.

Her voice sighed, "Did you donate?"

Gu Zichen stood beside her, his eyes fell on the hairpin, maybe it was because of the light, his eyes became a little gentle.

"Yes." Gu Zichen said indifferently: "The hairpin is very beautiful. If you put it here, more people will see its value and cherish its preciousness."

"It's much better than collecting it by myself."

Lian Jia couldn't help looking at him: "But, this hairpin, do you know that it contains my heart?"

Gu Zichen met her eyes: "I just wanted to tell you about this."

"Lian Jia, a girl's heart should be properly preserved like these treasures in a museum."

"Instead of handing it over to someone alone, let him keep it."

"Life is long, how do you know that the other party will not let you down in the future?"

"These precious thoughts should be given to more deserving people."

"It's like this hairpin. Here, its beauty is witnessed by more people."

"It becomes more valuable."

Lian Jia understood.

Gu Zichen said these words because he knew her vague girlish thoughts.

Therefore, he is persuading her not to like him.

Tears welled up in Lian Jia's eyes.

She looked at the hairpin with both emotion and sadness.

It's good to put it here, at least even if he doesn't want to accept her liking, but her past intentions have been known and seen by so many people.

What makes her sad is that Gu Zichen, a seemingly unreasonable and indifferent person, is willing to explain so patiently in order to take care of her thoughts.

And even so, he didn't seem to intend to be with her.

Later, they looked at many collections in museums together.

These historical "relics" once belonged to a certain person, or a certain era.

There are imprints of time on them, and people who watch them sigh, or are surprised by its beauty, or envious of the story behind it.

However, the masters behind these collections have already turned into a pile of loess.

Those stories, in the waves of history, passed away with the wind.

Lian Jia never thought that after a thousand years, she would still be here and witness her original intentions with her own eyes.