me and my ex lover

In the afternoon, Xiao Qin returned to the dormitory, and before entering the door, she heard a shrill voice from inside: "Luoning——!" She was so frightened that she accidentally knocked on the threshold and almost threw herself on the street.Looking up, I saw Zheng Yu crying in front of the laptop.

She walked over, and it turned out that what Zheng Yu was watching was a movie about Zhou Miaoshu and Luo Ning. In the screen, Zhou Miaoshu was holding General Luo's shirt and crying loudly. Judging from the picture quality, it should have been produced in recent years.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Wipe away tears.

Xiao Qin was really puzzled, there are movies and TV dramas about Zhou Miaoshu and Luo Ning every year, why can't everyone get tired of watching them?

After Zheng Yu wiped away her tears, she realized that Xiao Qin was standing behind her, speaking in a crying voice, "When did you come back?"

"Just came back, didn't you only watch modern dramas before? Why did you switch to costume dramas?"

"Didn't it say that the special exhibition area of ​​Princess Xuanlang's tomb is open recently? It's been a hot search on Weibo. I saw a lot of comments about promoting dramas, so I just took a look."

Xiao Qin breathed a sigh of relief.That's okay, she was really afraid that Zheng Yu would be their brainless fan just like Liu Feifei, and Liu Feifei kept talking about Ning Shu in her ear all day today, it made her feel like throwing up.

On Friday afternoon, Xiao Qin, who had not been home for half a month because of military training, boarded the subway home.

As soon as she entered the house, Xiao's mother, who was looking through things in the refrigerator, had a shocked expression when she saw her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Xiao Qin was puzzled, "I am your daughter."

"Nonsense! When did I give birth to a black daughter!"

"..."

She shook the chives in her hand and laughed, "I've never seen you so ugly since I was a child! Come here quickly and I'll take a commemorative photo for you!" Then she went to the living room to get her mobile phone.

Xiao Qin quickly hid in the room.

She doesn't want to commemorate this shameful "black" history at all.

In the evening, Xiao's father was taken aback when he saw Xiao Qin when he came back from get off work, but he was more refined than Xiao's mother, so he didn't laugh at him, but just nodded and said, "It's like getting a new daughter."

Xiao Qin: "..."

At the dinner table, Xiao's mother asked Xiao Qin: "How is the military training? Do you know any handsome little brothers?"

"Oh, no."

"Why are you so disappointing! You have never been in a relationship for so long!"

"Isn't it because you made me look so good-looking? The people you recruited only looked at my skin, and didn't understand my connotation at all. I didn't even bother to care about them."

"Then you are dressed in black now, why haven't you recruited anyone who is interested in you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm hiding too much. Don't keep urging me. A twisted melon is not sweet. It depends on fate."

Xiao's father echoed: "That's right, a twisted melon is not sweet. When the child grows up, it's his own idea, so don't worry about it."

Xiao's mother sighed, "You all think I'm long-winded, okay, I don't care about what you like in the future."

Xiao's father felt bad, put down the bowl and chopsticks and coaxed: "Honey, I don't think you are too wordy, don't be angry, my daughter won't let me handle it, let me handle it, I like to be controlled by you, you control me hard."

"You are already old, it's meaningless to care about you."

"Then you can also treat me like a child, and I can learn from children to get into trouble."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Papa Xiao paused for a moment, and began to put on an aggrieved face like a child, "I failed the exam..."

Mother Xiao smiled and grabbed his ears, "You damn kid, how dare you fail the exam! Let me teach you a lesson!"

"Oh, mom, please forgive me! I won't dare again!"

Xiao Qin got goosebumps all over the floor from being agitated by her father Xiao, so she hurriedly ate and went back to her room to take refuge, leaving them a two-person world.

At nine o'clock in the evening, after Xiao Qin took a shower, Xiao's father was sitting in the living room watching TV with Xiao's mother. When he saw her coming out, he waved to stop her, "Qinqin, come here, I have something to tell you."

Xiao Qin went to the single sofa and sat down cross-legged, "What's the matter?"

"Isn't the special exhibition area of ​​Princess Xuanlang's tomb open recently? This matter has become the top three most searched on Weibo. Our publishing house wants to take this opportunity to publish a special issue of Princess Xuanlang. I will go to the site tomorrow to collect materials, and I want to ask if you want it go together?"

"Ouch...how come it's them again!" Xiao Qin leaned back against the sofa weakly.

"What? You don't like it? I heard that young people like to watch their dramas very much."

"But it doesn't include me." Xiao Qin said, "It's filmed every day and broadcast every day. The plots are all the same, and there's nothing new about it. I haven't watched it since the last century."

"Then are you going tomorrow?"

Xiao Qin didn't immediately refuse, she still knew that film and television dramas cannot be compared with real history.

She thought about it. This special exhibition revealed Zhou Miaoshu's real-life portrait for the first time. You must know that the portraits of her that have been handed down before are all imagined by later generations. After watching so many film and television dramas played by actors, I am really curious about what the prototype looks like. Look, historical records say that Zhou Miaoshu is a peerless beauty, I don't know if it is true or not, anyway, I have nothing to do tomorrow, so let's go and see it.

"What time do you leave tomorrow?" she asked.

"The museum opens at 09:30 in the morning, so let's go early."

"okay."

The next day, the father and daughter packed up their things and set off. Mother Xiao was not interested in these things, so she didn't follow.

They arrived at the museum at nine o'clock, and the entrance was already crowded with people, most of whom unexpectedly were young people.

Naturally, Liu Feifei also came as a fan, and they made an appointment to meet at the gate, and Xiao Qin managed to find her in the crowd.

Seeing her coming alone, Liu Feifei asked, "Didn't you say your father is coming too?"

"He wants to collect materials, of course he does it himself. How many colleagues did you call? Haven't come yet?"

Liu Feifei grimaced, "Don't mention it, I called them early in the morning to urge them, but they stayed in bed and didn't think about it. They said they would come back in a few days. If I knew there were so many people, I would come back later."

"With Zhou Miaoshu's reputation, the special exhibition is open for a limited time. Whenever you come, there will always be crowds of people."

"Well, that's right."

At [-]:[-], the museum opened on time, and visitors entered the museum in an orderly manner under the guidance of the staff.

When Liu Feifei came in, she dragged Xiao Qin straight to the exhibition area of ​​Ning Shu's portraits, Xiao Qin let her drag her, and for no reason, she suddenly had a headache.

"Hiss—" she took a breath.

Liu Feifei heard the movement and looked at her, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Qin frowned, "Head hurts suddenly."

"Are you okay? Does it still hurt now?"

Xiao Qin shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"I won't hold you any longer, let's go slowly."

"Ah."

The two walked slowly, stopping from time to time to observe the strangely shaped utensils.

The tomb of Princess Xuanlang was once patronized by tomb robbers, and many precious burial objects such as gold and silverware were almost stolen, and most of the rest were pottery or daily necessities used by the princess during her lifetime.

"This, this, I've seen it on TV!" Liu Feifei pointed to a small blue bowl in the cabinet, "In "Princess Xuanlang", which was broadcast five years ago, this bowl was used by the princess for drinking."

"The style of the funerary object was not made public five years ago, did you remember wrongly?"

"No, that director is very sophisticated, and he submitted an application to the Bureau of Cultural Relics. It took a lot of effort to allow them to imitate some of the funerary objects, not just this bowl." Liu Feifei pulled Xiao Qin to the display cabinet next door, "and this dagger, It is said that it was given to the princess by General Luo for self-defense, and it is exactly the same as the one in the play."

"..."

Xiao Qin looked at the steel dagger in the cabinet silently, and a vague dialogue sounded in his mind inexplicably:

"Princess! Princess, I will give you..."

"Huh? What did you give me?"

"No, it's all right."

"What's hiding behind you? Show me."

"..."

"Dagger? Is this for me?"

"Well...but I don't want to send it now."

"why?"

"I originally wanted to give it to you for self-defense, but just now I suddenly felt it was unnecessary, because with me around, no one would have a chance to hurt you, I'd better give you something else another day!"

"Wait. I want this dagger."

Xiao Qin stared at the dagger, and Liu Feifei turned her head to look at other places. She didn't notice that she was in a daze, as if she had discovered something, she excitedly shook Xiao Qin's arm, "Xiao Qin! Look ahead! The portrait of Princess Xuanlang !"

Xiao Qin was pulled over in a daze.

"Look, look! The real Princess Xuanlang!" Under Liu Feifei's pull, Xiao Qin raised her head and saw the person in the portrait hanging on the wall, her expression froze instantly.

Liu Feifei looked at the painting with a complex expression and sighed: "The style of this painting is really... tsk tsk, the face is better than Xi Shi, and the figure is like Yang Yuhuan. Does the artist have a grudge against the princess?" She raised her hand to cover the portrait, leaving only The face, "If you only look at the face, it's... Huh?" She looked carefully several times, and always felt that she had seen that face there before, but she couldn't remember it.

"Xia Ying." Xiao Qin murmured beside her.

"That's right! No wonder it looks familiar! The princess really looks like Xia...Ying? Xiao Qin, why are you... crying."

Xiao Qin looked at the portrait, tears streaming down her face unknowingly, and she was stunned for a moment when she heard Liu Feifei's words.

She wiped her face, her hands were covered with water stains, "I...why are you crying?"

"I still want to ask you." Liu Feifei was a little worried, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Qin looked blank, "I don't know..."

Her mind was blank right now, she just felt inexplicably sad.