"Who are you ...... today?" Director Mu looked at them suspiciously, and asked suspiciously, no one will come to find him, who is about to enter the mound, for no reason!

Hearing this, Song Yu turned his head to look at Liu Zhen, and then his gaze fell on Director Mu's body, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Liu Zhen was stared at by his burning gaze, and the hand holding the teacup shook, and then, he heard Song Yu's deep voice ringing.

He said respectfully: "Mr. Mu don't have to worry, in fact, I was abrupt and didn't say hello to Mr. in advance." ”

"Hi...... What is this. Listening to Song Yu's humble and polite appearance, Director Mu's love for him in his heart became more and more obvious, he waved his hand indifferently, took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and put on his sagging face with a satisfied smile: "My old bones, are you still afraid of being disturbed?" ”

Seeing his frowning appearance, Song Yu was amused by him, couldn't help but sneer, blinked his eyes, and said slowly: "Then I'm welcome." ”

Liu Zhen brewed the tea, looked at the brown tea inside, emitted a bitter taste, and couldn't help frowning, it was really inferior to others!

Director Mu looked at the quilt handed over by Liu Zhen, raised his eyes to look at it, and stared at the cup for a long time before slowly reaching out and taking the cup, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, with a look of disgust.

Liu Zhen looked at him and didn't care, just sighed slightly, and wailed in his heart: "This old naughty boy ......"

Song Yu took a sip of tea gently, the bitter taste remained on the tongue coating for a long time, but he swallowed it without any expression. Looking at Liu Zhen who sat down, Song Yu thought for a moment, considered his words, spoke cautiously, and said tentatively: "However, there is indeed something to trouble Mr. Mu today." ”

Hearing something interesting, he raised his head in surprise, and quickly spit out the tea in his mouth, forming several forehead lines on his forehead, and the expression on his face made people feel funny and cute.

"What's the matter?"

Song Yu subconsciously glanced at Liu Zhen, who was embarrassed by drinking tea, and said slowly: "I want to see the real Chen Yuanyuan stone stele......"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became weird, and Director Mu's brown fingers rubbed the water cup in his hand for a while, and he pursed his thin lips. The silent atmosphere made Liu Zhen's heart become a little anxious, he slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the silent Director Mu, there was a moment of distraction, he didn't know how to explain the situation in front of him, and the stones on his chest kept hanging in mid-air.

I don't know how long it took, but in the dead air, a lament finally came out. Director Mu slowly raised his head, his eyes were firmly fixed on Song Yu's handsome face, and his cloudy expression gradually became clearer, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth hooked up a weak smile, and said, "That's it, that's it...... Since this is fate, then come with me! ”

As he spoke, he leaned on the corner of the table, stood up tremblingly, opened the drawer, and from the innermost corner, a small wooden box came out. Dust accumulates between the crevices of the carved patterns on it. He reached out and carefully wiped it, and slowly opened the lid, where a rusty key lay inside, which looked to be seventy or eighty years old.

He blinked, forced back the tears in his eyes, reached out and slowly took it out, squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand, looked up at the two and smiled faintly, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!" ”

On the same floor, in front of an inconspicuous iron fence door, Director Mu hesitated for half a minute, shook his head and sighed with mixed emotions. After a while, he spread out the key that was tightly clutched in the palm of his hand, picked up the rusty lock hanging on the door, and slowly opened it.

There was a click, and the lock opened.

Between the rusty pieces of iron, there was a harsh sound because of the friction, which made people tremble. Curator Mu looked at the dust flying out of it, and there was a touch of silence on his vicissitudes of life, he sniffed, the smoke and dust entered his nostrils, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Slowly stepping into the threshold, due to the lack of ventilation for a long time, the rotten musty smell inside is rampant, in the dim environment, faintly see the flying dust, the spider webs hanging on the beam, seeing this scene, everyone gasped, it is really hard to imagine, those precious cultural relics, in this environment, how to survive?

Suddenly, Director Mu turned around and went out, looking at his staggering back, and the two people behind him looked at each other inexplicably. When he came in again, he took a few flashlights in his hands and handed them to Song Yu and Liu Zhen in turn.

Looking at their inexplicable expressions, a helpless smile appeared on his dissatisfied wrinkled face, and a deep voice flowed through the silent air.

"The circuit here is aging, and there is no lighting at all, so I have to make do with it." As he spoke, he raised the flashlight in his hand and turned it on, and suddenly, the dim room became bright.

Song Yu carefully observed the surroundings by the light, except for many tables and chairs, there were no more valuable things inside. The most puzzling thing was a corner of the room, a white cloth covered with dust that could no longer be seen.

He walked over slowly, stretched out his hand and twisted the dust on it, his fingertips rubbed involuntarily, his brows wrinkled involuntarily, looking at the degree of dust accumulation, it should have been many years!

Curator Mu stared at his back, stunned, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, took a breath, and walked over slowly. Somehow, my heart became inexplicably excited, I am no longer a young man who has no experience in the world, and the most precious thing that the precipitation of the years has given me is calmness. However, at this moment, he felt that he had already thrown those things out of the clouds.

The master and apprentice watched Song Yu uncover the gray cloth covering it, holding their breath, and a monotonous stabbing sound wafting in the air.

Immediately, a brightly colored stele painting appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and they blinked in disbelief, trying to see the characters inside more clearly, but when they opened their eyes again, they found that the so-called stele painting had long since ceased to exist. All that was left was a charming female corpse.

Her face is beautiful, and her tight clothes outline her graceful body, and it can be seen that she was really a beauty before, Liu Zhen suddenly thought of this word.

Before he could react, a slender figure stood in front of him, he was so startled that he took a few steps back, and turned his head incredibly to look, the surroundings were still the original environment, but Director Mu and Song Yu were nowhere to be seen.

He panicked, but he forced himself to calm down, staring intently at the woman in front of him. (To be continued.) )