Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

Because Qiao Xi and Heng Yin made noise, Chang Ge began to seriously think about performing talents at the birthday party.After thinking about it, the only thing that can be performed is the guqin.

Fu Huaijin saw that she had been in a daze and said nothing after she came back from dinner. He came over, hugged her, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Chang Ge looked back at him and said, "It seems like there will be a talent show at the birthday party. I thought I haven't touched the guqin for hundreds of years, so it will embarrass the master."

Fu Huaijin laughed softly: "There are still a few days left. When we get to Qingshi, I will practice with you a little."

Changge: "It's too late to order the piano."

Fu Huaijin: "I'll borrow it."

Fu Huaijin did not shy away from her. He picked up his mobile phone and called the director of the museum: "Dean Zhang, this is Fu Huaijin."

On the other end of the phone, Dean Zhang said enthusiastically: "It's Mr. Fu. I haven't thanked you enough for the last surgery. How have you been lately?"

Fu Huaijin said gently: "It's not bad. I heard that there is a guqin in the museum. Is it convenient to borrow it? It's my girlfriend's birthday in a few days. She held a birthday party and wanted to play a guqin for her fans.

It was a temporary decision, and it’s too late to customize it now. "

On the phone, Dean Zhang's voice suddenly rose a notch: "Birthday party? Isn't your girlfriend Qiu Changge?"

Mixed with the sound of gasping.

Fu Huaijin glanced at the depressed Chang Ge, with a smile in his eyes: "It's her."

Dean Zhang smiled and said: "There are regulations in the courtyard that cultural relics are not allowed to be loaned to private individuals, let alone played, but since I am Ms. Qiu Changge, I can make an exception once."

Ms. Qiu had donated so many cultural relics to the museum before. Let alone borrowing a guqin, it would be no problem to even ask for one. "

For others, that is absolutely impossible. How shameless is it to borrow a guqin from a museum?How big is the backstage?But if it’s Autumn Changge, there’s no need to discuss it.

Dean Zhang wished he could immediately hand over the guqin in the courtyard with both hands. At most, he could write reports and issue notes, and just break it down during meetings. If he could get a favor from Qiu Changge, it would be worth it even if he lost his position as dean.

The last person who did this was Fang Zhen from the Southwest Military Region. Look at what Fang Zhen is doing now, that's a shame!The entire Southwest Military Region is more prestigious than other regions.

Nowadays, there are so many people struggling to have a relationship with Qiu Changge. Now there is a huge pie falling from the sky and falling into his mouth. If he doesn't follow up, he will be stupid or stupid, let alone return Fu Huaijin's favor.

Putting these two together, the buffs are almost stacked.

Changge looked at Fu Huaijin in surprise, could he borrow it so easily?Or borrowed it from a museum?How could he figure it out?

"Okay, thank you very much. Is it that Guqin from the Song Dynasty?"

The guqin art of the Song Dynasty can be regarded as the first of Chinese music, so countless guqins also appeared in the Song Dynasty, and the guqin collected by the museum is the first guqin.

"Of course. Are you sending it to Qingshi? Xiaofu, you are also organizing the art exhibition in Qingshi, right? Since you want to hold an art exhibition, why don't you call me? I can still borrow some antiques If you are the one who calls the shots, how can you just borrow from others, such as foreign art museums and private collections, can their things compare with those in our courtyard?"

Dean Zhang said sadly: "You are too alienated from me."

Seeing his enthusiasm, Fu Huaijin almost couldn't resist, and looked at Changge helplessly.

Changge smiled leisurely.

After Dean Zhang praised all the treasures of the museum, Fu Huaijin smiled warmly and said: "It's because I didn't think carefully. The main reason is that if the treasures of the museum go to Qingshi, we can't hire a special person." The troops are going to guard it? The anti-theft technology over there is not very good.

It's such a good thing that a thief can't worry about it, right?

I'm still worried about security issues. "

Dean Zhang was stunned for a moment by what he said. Thinking about it, if he really lost it, he would stop being the dean and retire early.

"But after playing this guqin for a long time, I will send someone back that night, don't worry."

"Okay. That!" Dean Zhang stammered, and after a long while, he said shamelessly, "My granddaughter is a fan of Teacher Qiu. Can I get a fan ticket for my granddaughter? No, I just found out, holding my thigh Howling."

Dean Zhang's granddaughter is in junior high school this year and is about the same age as Fu Yanzhu. When she learned that her grandfather was going to lend Qiu Changge a guqin, she almost went crazy with excitement, so she staged a scene where she was hanging on her legs and howling.

Dean Zhang felt that his face had been completely humiliated by his granddaughter, but there was really nothing he could do. His granddaughter was so troublesome. Let’s not say whether Qiu Changge was willing or not. He had to say this, otherwise he might have to break up with his grandfather!

Fu Huaijin asked Chang Ge with his eyes.

Changge nodded and said: "Then I will ask my manager to leave a ticket and explain that I borrowed the guqin to exchange for the ticket, so that the fans can understand that it is a guest ticket."

Dean Zhang was overjoyed: "Seriously? Then thank you, Ms. Qiu."

"Aw, sister, I like you so much..." There was a girl's muffled cry of excitement and some background noise on the phone.

Chang Ge smiled slightly when he heard this. It's great to be young. You can chase stars unscrupulously, you can say loudly that you like someone, you can go on bravely without being afraid of taking wrong detours, unlike her, who has become silent these years.

Fu Huaijin hung up the phone and looked at the smile flashing across Chang Ge's lips, looking a little crazy. He lowered his head and kissed the smile on her lips gently.

She never knew how exciting she was.

Chang Ge's pupils shrank, and he closed his eyes for a long time.

It was an extremely busy day, and it was already late at night when she went to bed. Maybe it was because her birthday was approaching, but Chang Ge shivered with cold at night and fell into a deep nightmare. She walked alone in the thick fog.

It was dark all around, and there was fog everywhere. Only a thin spot of light appeared in front of her. She walked in the dark fog for a long time, and finally got close to the spot of light. As she got closer, she realized that it was the phosphorus fire burning in front of the tombstone. It lights up and goes out bit by bit, like the short life of a person from birth to death.

Weeds grew all over the grave, and the writing on the tombstone was covered up by weeds and soil. She wiped off the soil little by little and saw the writing engraved on it: "The tomb of Qiu's Changge, Husband Mu Qingyi."

Her pupils trembled and she opened her eyes suddenly, cold sweat soaking her thin pajamas.

"Chang Ge?" Before Fu Huaijin fell asleep, he saw her wake up in a cold sweat after squinting for a while. His face changed slightly, he reached out and hugged her trembling body, and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

She nodded, her eyes narrowed, and she saw the layout of the bedroom clearly, and said hoarsely: "I dreamed..."

Her voice paused, and she dreamed of the place where she was buried after her death, a lonely grave with broken tombstones and overgrown weeds. Chang Ge's eyes were slightly moist, she closed her eyes and leaned in his arms, saying in a low voice: "Just do it. A nightmare.”

"Maybe her soul is a little unstable." Fu Huaijin hugged her tighter, his hot body wrapped around her, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will read a scripture to calm your nerves."

Changge nodded, listening to him reciting scriptures in his ear with a deep and deep voice, the chill in his heart was dispelled a lot, and suddenly he thought, I don’t know which life’s tombstone it was, but if she died, it would be Mu Qingyi erected a monument for her, which was a perfect thing.

There are not many perfect things in this world, so there is no need to be demanding.

After listening to the scriptures, Changge gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep without realizing it. This time, there was no thick fog or nightmare that could not be broken away. In the dream, there was only a huge osmanthus tree and a group of snow-white rabbits in the osmanthus. Jumping around and playing under the tree, it was so peaceful.

Fu Huaijin saw that she gradually calmed down and sang sutras in a low voice without stopping.