Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

"Xuemei Gu, did you not get enough rest last night?"

Gu Ling turned his head to look at Li Hua and said listlessly, "I came back too late from the teaching building yesterday and didn't sleep well."

"Teaching building? Did you go to abandon the teaching building yourself after you left yesterday?"

"How could that be? I'm talking about a normal teaching building." Gu Ling coughed lightly, "I was here last night... uh, studying."

Wang Ming heaved a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "That's good. I heard that the gate of the abandoned teaching building collapsed last night. If you had gone there, you might have been blamed."

After all, no matter how old the teaching building is, it has remained as strong as ever after all these years. As soon as Gu Ling left, the gate collapsed, and it's hard not to think that it has something to do with her.

Gu Ling said seriously: "Fortunately, I was studying yesterday."

Oh my god! The ghost girl’s repair skills are not good enough, the door is not fixed.

Li Hua was about to say something, but Wang Ming beside him winked at him wildly. He looked up and saw the old professor's sharp gaze, so he forced a well-behaved and polite smile and calmed down.

Can't be bothered.

……

Art exhibition.

This art exhibition mainly features Chinese paintings and calligraphy works, and is divided into modern works exhibition hall and ancient works exhibition hall.

The spacious art exhibition hall displays a variety of artworks, which is a visual feast.

There are freehand and elegant mountains and flowing water, as well as lonely smoke in the vast desert; there are warm and ordinary houses with flowing water and small bridges, as well as lonely and desolate withered vines, old trees and crows; there is majestic and unrestrained cursive calligraphy, as well as exquisite, elegant, neat and beautiful small regular script with flowers.

This art exhibition was well organized.

Gu Ling walked and stopped from time to time, and was actually aroused by these works.

The people who came to the art exhibition were of good quality. Although there were many people in the exhibition hall, everyone was orderly and talked in low voices, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

In the traditional Chinese painting exhibition hall, there was a sound of two people arguing. The two people arguing were not noisy, and it was obvious that they were well-educated and spoke with reason and evidence. This combination of the old and the young attracted a lot of onlookers.

The topic of their argument was whether this painting of white plum blossoms from the prosperous period was painted by Xu Yanqing, a treacherous prime minister of the prosperous period.

The painting of white plum blossoms on the wall was cool and aloof, and was painted with skillful technique. The small card below clearly marked the author as Xu Yanqing. I didn't expect that this young man would dare to question it.

Young people really don’t know what they are talking about!

The old man with white hair and wearing a Zhongshan suit pointed at the painting on the wall and said confidently: "After the Shura War, in order to gain the support of various forces and dispel their suspicions, Xu Yanqing painted a white plum painting with his own hands and inscribed it with the inscription 'One general's success means thousands of bones have been sacrificed'. The white plum painting hinted that he would not kill everyone after he came to power, and that everyone would be prosperous and wealthy."

He looked at the young man beside him and continued, "That's why Xu Yanqing broke his habit of painting landscapes and created the only painting with flowers as the theme."

The young man wore a black baseball cap and a mask, revealing his handsome features but a gloomy look, making him look difficult to get along with.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, then raised a finger: "First, this painting was drawn before the Shura War, and the inscription was added later. Second, Prime Minister Xu would not be willing to go along with those parasites."

The young man had extremely fair skin, and he wore something around his neck, a thin red string that went around the back of his neck and hid in his collar, making the red look even redder and the white look even whiter.

His almost pale skin color made his gloomy temperament even more obvious. He was also very thin, and the dark blue veins on the back of his hand looked like continuous green mountains on white rice paper. His hand was as perfect as porcelain.

Delicate, fragile, beautiful.

He raised his third finger: "Third, Xu Xiang did not break his own routine, he only wrote the words."

The old man’s surname is Liu. He is a senior collector of traditional Chinese paintings. He has also collected several landscape paintings by Xu Yanqing and is very familiar with the details of the paintings.

Although this painting is a picture of white plum blossoms, the techniques and touches are in line with Xu Xiang's. There is also Xu Xiang's inscription on the side, which shows that it was obviously painted by Xu Xiang himself.

He was not angry at the young man's rebuttal, but asked confidently, "Then tell me, who painted the white plum blossoms? How do you know all this? What I just said is all recorded in history books, and I have a basis for my argument. Do you have any?"

The young man was silent. How should he answer? Should he say that he dreamed about it?

This reason is too ridiculous.

Seeing that the young man was stumped by Elder Liu's three questions, the people around him sighed, "Old people are still wise, and young people are so impetuous that they come out to show off with a little unofficial history."

"Xu Yanqing is ruthless and cruel, a true traitor. Young man, the term "worm" you are talking about is actually a patriotic minister of Shengguo!"

"If unofficial history is to be believed, then the treacherous prime minister and General Anping really had an affair, right?"

General Anping was a famous female general in the late Dasheng Dynasty.

Everyone burst into laughter, and the air was filled with joy.

The young man frowned, the air pressure around him dropped, his hands were clenched into fists, and he looked like he would go berserk at any moment.

They are both innocent...

"The two of them are innocent, there is no adultery, but the white plum blossoms were definitely not painted by Xu Xiang. The artist! It was General Anping."

Gu Ling stepped forward and went from being a spectator to being the focus of everyone's attention.

The young man was surprised that someone actually spoke out his true feelings. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl who was somewhat... contradictory.

He finally used the word "contradiction" to describe Gu Ling.

Gu Ling's waist-length black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin. Her eyebrows and eyes were soft, and her face had a little bit of baby fat, a standard oval face.

Her bright black eyes were slightly curved, and when she looked up at me, she was full of radiance and grace, all of a lady from an ancient family.

But she was wearing ripped jeans, with her coat casually open on the upper body, and a tight vest that outlined her slender waist. She looked, well, quite hot.

She walked with firm and powerful steps, her movements were quick and decisive, and she spoke in a nonchalant manner.

Contradictory is the best way to describe her.

Seeing that the young man agreed with Gu Ling's words, Elder Liu became interested: "Oh? How did you know that?"

Gu Ling smiled and replied: "Dream on!"

Such an attitude seemed to be a joke, so the others just laughed it off. The young man's heart skipped a beat, but then he saw Gu Ling's nonchalant attitude slowly calm down.

Gu Ling looked at the young man with his clear black eyes, raised his hand to lift his hair, and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone: "Otherwise... could it be that a ghost told me?"

The young man took a big step back and calmly hid his slightly trembling hands behind his back. He looked at the peach wood bracelet on Gu Ling's wrist and forced himself to remain calm.

He lowered his head slightly, his cap completely covering his eyebrows and eyes, then turned and walked quickly through the crowd.

The young man hurried towards the downtown area in a panic. He now regretted coming to the art exhibition, which contained many artifacts unearthed from ancient tombs. With his ghost-attracting physique, he might encounter some ghostly creatures.

For the sake of visitors' experience, the art exhibition is not held in the suburbs, but in a place far away from the downtown area and with a slightly deserted surrounding.

He raised his hand to pull his cap down even lower and walked quickly.

He didn't dare to run, for fear that he would be going too fast and not have time to react, and would fall into the trap of the ghost; he also didn't dare to take a taxi, for God knew what kind of person the driver was.

He was filled with panic, and his cold hand was suddenly grabbed by another hand.

boom! boom! boom!

He could hear his own heartbeat like a drum.