"Look at it, we have prepared all the information you said, and it's all here. ”

The staff at the museum explained to Eno very seriously.

Seeing the stack of information books on the table, Ino smiled and said to the man, "Thank you!" After speaking, he walked out of the data room with the materials in both hands.

Ino came to the place where the Konghou was placed again. She froze, her forehead pressed against the glass, her eyes fixed on the instrument.

I invisibly felt that the gong hou was so kind, as if it was once my own belongings. At this time, she couldn't say how she felt in her heart. After a few moments, Ino turned and went out with the data in his hand.

After leaving the museum, Ino came to the nearby bus stop with a heavy load of materials.

"Alas!aw!aw!a Unfortunately, she saw that the first bus had just left.

"Why is it so bad luck, unlucky to die. She was tired and complained to herself.

"I'm so tired that my hands are sore. Ino couldn't hold it anymore, so he quickly put the information on the edge of the flower pond next to him.

She stretched her arms and thumped her waist again, finally relaxing.

Standing is also boring. Ino glanced at the materials and pulled a copy out of it.

"Anyway, I'm just waiting for the bus to see what kind of information this is. Ino muttered to himself as he flipped through the materials.

An inexplicable feeling made Ino turn his head to look at the several stores on the street.

"No, nobody's looking at me?" she asked herself, confused. Then she lowered her head and flipped through the book.

Mu Nianhui worked tirelessly, and finally found the princess's descendants in the vast sea of people. She was Ino.

So, he kept watching her secretly......

“ko

g-hou!" Ino casually flipped the page and couldn't help but read it out loud.

I saw that on that page of information, the name of the instrument was clearly spelled out in pinyin letters, and there were pictures on it.

"Ah, it's it, the instrument you see in the museum. It turns out that this is called Konghou. She muttered.

Ino jerked his head up again at the people waiting for the bus. "I don't know each other, and no one looks at me, what's going on?" or the strange feeling made her more and more confused.

Because, from the moment she left the museum, Eno always felt that someone was watching her behind her back.

After a long time, the car finally came. Everyone else lined up and got on the bus first. When Ino turned to pick up the materials, he was delayed and almost missed the car.

She got into the car and looked up at the route gauge and was startled.

"Huh, so far?" she didn't expect to be so far away from this station to where she worked.

She was already late for getting on the bus, so she had to stand at the door of the car with the information.

There are more and more people in the car, and it is getting more and more crowded. Eno was squeezed and staggered.

Several times, when the car came to the stop and stopped, she almost fell.

At this time, she looked at the people around her, "Nobody, no one is looking at me, what's the matter?" Eno still felt that someone was paying attention to her. This feeling became more and more intense, which made her a little uneasy.

Along the way, the car is constantly getting up and down. Ino, who was already tired, came back to sleepiness. She lowered her head, her eyes becoming more and more open.

She was sleepy, her head bowed, and she fell asleep. At this time, Ino's head was lowered even more, and he had already hit the stack of materials he was holding.

Suddenly, the sound of the newspaper on the car woke her up.

"The next stop is...... Please hold on to the handrails......" She jerked her head up and looked around, there were not many people in the car anymore.

"Finally a seat. Ino, whose arm was already sore, sat down with the information in his arms.

She finally relented. However, Ino only sat down for one stop before the car arrived and stopped at the edge of the final platform.

At this time, the back door of the car opened, and everyone got out of the car. Eno slowly held the information and got out of the car last.

At this time, she looked down the street again. The people on the street were all going their separate ways, and no one was paying attention to her.

Ino suddenly stood still, closed his eyes, and calmed himself down.

"It's an illusion, don't think about it, don't think about it, probably because you're too tired. Ino, who had persuaded himself, opened his eyes.

Immediately afterward, she held the information, quickened her pace, and walked to the company where she worked.