Han Xiao drove the car and took Su Duyun to another city.

At the beginning, there was a lot of water here, and experts suggested that in order to protect the exhibits from being damaged, it was recommended that all of them be packed and transported away, and during the transportation process, a box was secretly transferred by the driver.

Just when it was transported, it rained heavily, the waybill was blurred, and the exhibits were handed over in such a daze, and the person in charge of the exhibition hall went home to recuperate because of an accident.

At that time, the network information was not as developed as it is now, and the documents were mainly handwritten, even if the printouts were made of paper, there was no electronic retention, and they would not be sent to the consignee through electronic documents, so whether the things were complete or not were subject to the delivery note in the driver's hand.

More than 20 years later, the retired curator revisited the old place, and when he saw the pavilion that had been converted into a bar, his heart was deeply saddened, and the historical picture that had stayed in his mind was replaced by singing and dancing.

In order to regain his old wishes, the curator came to the provincial exhibition hall, only to find that there were many less paintings on display that year, so he called the police.

After a recourse investigation by the local police, some of the exhibits were recovered.

Su Duyun explained the general situation to Han Xiao, she has only worked in this city for three or two years, but she is willing to work and smart, so she is familiar with all the big and small things in the local area.

Han Xiao is ready to turn the bar into a cultural relics exhibition hall, and it has been approved by the relevant departments, and she also knew it for the first time, and the advantage of having more good friends is that she is well-informed.

Originally, she was very curious about Han Xiao, and what happened to him didn't seem to be incredible, but no matter how he lived, it was something that others couldn't do.

The two finally met the reception staff, because Han Xiao had signed a letter of transfer with the relevant departments, and planned to donate the exhibition hall to the local government after the construction of the exhibition hall, and he himself recovered some cultural relics and handed them over.

How can such a good citizen not be actively received.

They were ushered into a conference room, where the receptionist, wearing white gloves on both hands, opened a box, slowly took out a few paintings, and gently placed them on the red cloth spread out on the table.

Han Xiao stared at these scrolled paintings a little nervously, maybe one of them involved his fate, Xia Qing's advice must have a deeper meaning.

He built the exhibition hall, put the paintings, probably closed his eyes, and opened them again, and Xia Qing would appear in front of him.

The receptionist slowly opened a pair and let Han Xiao take a closer look.

Han Xiao's eyes widened, and when he saw it, he shook his head.

The receptionist opened another pair and continued to let Han Xiao look at it.

That's it, until all the paintings are finished, there is no expectation from Han Xiao.

Han Xiao sat back in his chair weakly, yes, how could it be so easy for him to get it, didn't it mean that good things are grinding!

The receptionist put away all the paintings again and slowly put them back in the box.

Su Weiyun shook hands with the receptionist very gratefully and said goodbye.

"Don't worry, I can't find it this time, I will look for it next time, such precious cultural relics will not be lost, they are generally resold, and they may be collected by others (the author said, I am very excited to see the word "collection"), and it may also be converted to a foreign country. Su Duyun comforted based on experience.

Han Xiao stood up, "Team Su, can you tell me who the person who used the painting back then?" he looked earnest.

Su Duyun thought for a moment and said with a smile: "I didn't investigate the case here, and I don't have the right to ask, but I can help you inquire." ”

Now the only hope is that the consignor back then, and only by finding him can we find the whereabouts of the painting. Han Xiao secretly thought that he didn't fully count on Su Duyun, there was still more important work for them.

"I thought you were looking for all the exhibits, it looks like you're looking for an object, or a painting, right?" asked Su Duyun.

Han Xiao nodded, his face was facing out of the window, his heart flew into the distance, his expression was melancholy, and when he flew back again, his face was faint, "It's a painting, I think you can help me, it's a picture of a lady, a very beautiful person, a very beautiful painting." ”

"Are there any pictures or anything like that?" Just because he said that the coverage area was too large, basically the pictures of ladies were all beautiful women, who painted ugly women? At that time, he didn't talk about abstraction.

Han Xiao shook his head, there was a photo of him and Xia Qing, at home, he had no face to go back, thinking of this, his eyes were even more sad.

From the time Su Duyun met Han Xiao, he knew that he was an iron-clad man, tall, strong body, although he was not young, he had always done his own thing, with status, status, money, connections, and willfulness seemed to be omnipotent.

Now, his sad expression is really surprising.

"So, do you remember what dynasty the characters in the painting costumed?" she prompted.

Han Xiao thought about it carefully, shook his head again, and said, "I don't know, it should be the Han Dynasty, or the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty, it feels similar, it's almost the same anyway." ”

"Is there any payment?"

"No, when I was young, I saw this painting and said that it was a pity that such a beautiful painting didn't even have a word or chapter. But I think it's all funerary goods, and the painting will go into the coffin after it is finished. Han Xiao raised his eyebrows and said.

Su Duyun nodded, "These hints are basically not helpful at all in finding paintings, are there anything else? What does it look like? What are the references behind you?" Anyway, we have to provide some of them, so that we can identify the characteristics of this painting. ”

Han Xiao raised his head, walked to the window, and said: "Under the peach blossom tree, on the edge of the rockery, the clouds and temples are white, the body is thin, the incense book is in hand, the willow eyebrows are frowning, the red lips are lightly opened, an inch of acacia is standing on the green bamboo, and the red sideburns are sticky at two points." ”

Su Duyun followed his description, painted the picture, and suddenly exclaimed, "What are you looking for, Sister Lin?"

Han Xiao stumbled, he really wanted to jump from this floor, but unfortunately this was the second floor, his height and skills, he didn't have to take the stairs at most if he jumped down.

He turned around, his face was angry, and he suppressed it for a long time before he said hatefully: "It's not Sister Lin, it's another person, very unhappy standing by the bamboo, under the peach blossom tree, sitting on the stone and reading, very thin, but very beautiful." ”

"Oh, I see. Su Duyun nodded, knowing that he was joking so abruptly and ruining his realm, he would be very annoyed, but otherwise, how could he say it clearly.

"If there is any new information, I will contact you again, or the same sentence, if you have a problem, find the police. This time, Su Duyun gave him a big smile, and Han Xiao's face finally turned normal.