Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Back at the villa, Quan Yu took the painting into the study.

The picture "The Drunkard's First Intent" was already hanging on the wall. He could see it when he looked up from his desk.

Unrolling the scroll in her hand on the table, the beauty stood upright and looked like Guanyin, but the two cinnabar moles on her collarbone added to her charm and enchantment.

Putting his fingertips on the collarbone in the painting, Quan Yu recalled the reason why he painted these two cinnabar moles.

At that time, I painted a beautiful woman standing as expected, while the brother next door painted a beautiful woman holding a lovesick child. The scarlet cinnabar was thrown onto his painting unexpectedly.

It happened to fall on one collarbone, and everyone joked that it looked like a cinnabar mole.

I looked at the painting in silence for a long time, then I picked up the pen and used the cinnabar to make another mole on the opposite side.

What's the reason? Quan Yu himself had forgotten it, maybe because he didn't want to draw another painting, maybe because of other reasons.

With a chuckle, Quan Yu's eyes flashed with interest, and now it seemed like a coincidence.

Roll up the painting, stand up and place it on a high shelf.

I had no other thoughts. I just returned to my old house and suddenly remembered that there was such a painting and wanted to take a look.

When he returned from Munich six years ago, he abandoned this painting in his old house, thinking that it would be out of sight. Now it seems that I was making a fuss out of a molehill at that time. There are all kinds of surprises in the world, so this coincidence is nothing.

Thinking about it, it was really not appropriate for me to leave overnight, otherwise she wouldn't have misunderstood her for so long.

Looking up at the paintings hanging on the wall, Quan Yu's eyes were filled with smiles. He wanted to find a chance to explain it, so that the little girl would not remember it forever.

At the same time, Dunhuang Airport.

Cui Sanning had just walked out of the airport dragging her suitcase when she heard someone calling her: "Teacher Sanning!"

It was a man about the same age as her, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He came up to her with a face full of joy: "My surname is Li, my name is Li Xinming. I am a staff member of the museum. I have contacted you on WeChat before."

With that said, he took out his work ID card and showed it to Cui Sanning.

Cui Sanning read it and handed it back to him: "Hello, Teacher Li."

Li Xinming sheepishly took the suitcase from her hand: "Let me take you back to the hotel because it's too late today, and then I'll take you to the museum tomorrow."

Cui Sanning followed him: "Thank you for your hard work."

Li Xinming pushed up his glasses: "That's right. It's not convenient for you, a girl, to go alone at night."

After checking in at the hotel, Li Xinming left, and Cui Sanning carried the suitcase upstairs.

After packing her things, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the brightly lit night market below. She took out her mobile phone and took a photo to send to Moments.

Soon, Xie Jiuan liked it and sent a private message.

You pressed down on my leg hair: Sister? Why did you go to Dunhuang?

Xiangse Sangning: I’m on a business trip.

You are pressing down on my leg hair: How long will it take~ (curious)

Xiangse Sangning: More than a month.

You pressed down on my leg hair: OK, I’ll treat you to dinner when you’re back~~

Xiangse Sangning: O~K~

The phone rang. Cui Sanning answered the call with a gentle voice: "Lang Yin."

"Are you here?" A loud voice sounded on the other side of the phone, along with loud music and cheers.

Cui Sanning snorted slightly.

On the other side of the phone, Lin Langyin covered her ears and shouted loudly: "I'm dancing in the bar, will you come?"

Her eardrums hurt from her yelling. Cui Sanning took the phone away and said, "No, I have to go to the museum tomorrow morning."

Lin Langyin did not force it: "Okay, we will contact you after your work arrangements are made. There are many interesting places in Dunhuang."

After hanging up the phone, Cui Sanning reported to his family that he was safe in the WeChat group.

Early the next morning, Li Xinming went to the hotel to pick up Cui Sanning. When he arrived at the museum, he was personally received by the curator.

In addition to Cui Sanning, there were several other restorers invited this time. They greeted each other and distributed the work for the next month or so.

Li Xinming took everyone around, but Cui Sangning was left alone by the curator.

Director Chen, who was in his sixties or seventies with gray hair, said kindly: "Your master and I have been friends for decades. We have always known that he has a closed disciple. Today we have met him."

Cui Sanning was calm and polite: "I have always heard Master mention Uncle Chen, saying that you have dedicated half your life to the industry of cultural relic protection and research."

Director Chen recalled what happened when he was young and said with emotion: "Yes, at that time, just like you, I just came here for a business trip, but ended up staying here."

After speaking, he shook his head: "Forget it, let's not talk about this."

Looking at Cui Sanning: "If you need any help, just tell me. I know this place well and there are many interesting places. You can go and see more when you have time. You should like it."

Cui Sanning nodded: "Okay."

Watching Director Chen leave, Li Xinming and the others had already gone far, and Cui Sangning did not follow them. Instead, he visited the exhibits in the museum by himself.

There were quite a lot of people coming to visit. When he saw someone explaining something, Cui Sanning followed him and listened carefully.

After a while, someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. When I looked back, I saw that it was Li Xinming who was walking back with several other restorers.

Li Xinming asked: "What is Teacher Sang Ning looking at?"

Cui Sanning smiled and said, "I'm just trying to understand your museum's explanation."

Li Xinming said: "These cultural relics have more detailed records in the archives. You can go there to see them."

In fact, what he wanted to say was that what the commentators said was relatively superficial, mainly for tourists.

Cui Sanning understood the meaning of his words, and she said half-jokingly: "Everyone has different opinions on the same thing. Listening to other people's opinions helps me break out of my fixed thinking."

"The main thing... is to explain in vain."

Everyone laughed, and the distance between each other was instantly shortened, which was more conducive to helping each other in the next month or so.

Kyoto, Tian Quanyu did not go to the company this day.

As soon as Assistant Liu parked the car at the entrance of the villa, the little girl in the back seat jumped out of the car and started shouting as soon as she entered the house: "Uncle! My dear uncle!"

He glanced around: "Huh? Why aren't you here? Have you gone to the company?"

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen and stepped forward happily: "Nan Nan is here, are you hungry? Can I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Jiang Xiannan nodded hurriedly: "Eat!"

Assistant Liu came in from outside carrying a box, raised his head and greeted Quan Yu, who had just appeared at the stairs: "Mr. Quan."

Quan Yu was wearing light-colored home clothes. He was originally working in the study, but he came out of the study when he heard his niece crying and calling him.

As soon as Jiang Xiannan saw Quan Yu, he immediately got addicted to drama. As he went up the stairs, he howled ghostly: "Uncle! My uncle who is in his thirties and still a widow!"

Quan Yu's temples were twitching, and he looked unkind: "Either shut up, or I'll send you to the old house now."

Jiang Xiannan staggered and almost fell on the stairs. Fortunately, he held on to the stair railing in time. Aunt Zhang was startled by her.

He immediately stood up properly, bowed at ninety degrees, and said sincerely: "Uncle, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't learn from my mother, let alone allow her to slander my wise, mighty, handsome uncle."

Quan Yu walked up the stairs and glanced at Jiang Xiannan as he passed by her. He said one word expressionlessly: "Take it."

Such as the imperial edict, Jiang Xiannan immediately straightened his back: "Yes!"