By the time Anxia was able to find time, it was already the weekend.

In the light rain, she opened her umbrella and prepared to go out.

The Siamese cat jumped into her arms.

In the past few days, the Siamese cat has been eating and living here, and its weight has risen rubbingly, and Anxia took it without expecting the weight, and took a few steps back.

"Are you a little heavier?" Anxia picked it up and tried it.

The Siamese cat was annoyed and gave Anxia a paw.

Anxia laughed twice, knowing that it didn't really move, and the back of his hand wasn't even broken.

"You're going with me too? It's my first time going, and I don't know what it's like, but as the first cat to go to the museum, I can understand your excitement. ”

……

What's so exciting about a place where he often comes and goes?

After a few buses, I came to the vicinity of Xunfang Road.

Pure and beautiful.

It was Anxia's first feeling.

All the way to the end, the blue bricks and red walls, wisteria flowers bloom out of the wall, and a wisp of lilac extends towards the corner of the wall.

At the end of the checkered stone path is the gate of the Heritage Garden.

Just like the palace wall in ancient times, it is magnificent, but thousands of years have passed, and it is inevitably a little desolate here.

"Is anyone there?"

The door was open, and after a few greetings and no one answered, she walked in on her own.

Just like inside the door, the breath of history is blowing in the face, as if it has traveled through thousands of years and returned to ancient times.

"Who?"

Anxia turned her head.

The old man had a pair of reading glasses on his nose and a ceramic jar in his hand, and the boiling water was steaming.

Wearing slippers on your feet makes you feel at home as if you were at home.

"A little girl I've never seen before." He pushed his glasses.

"Hello grandpa, I'm from the XX Museum, on the thirteenth, do you have any cultural relics sent over for restoration?"

An Xia bowed slightly, not in a hurry, and had already guessed that the old man in front of him was the manager of the Cultural Relics Garden.

"Thirteen, I want to think about it." The old man took a sip of water slowly, "The grade is older, I can't remember clearly, there are too many cultural relics that come and go every day, and I have to check to know." ”

"Then I'm sorry for you."

The old man waved his hand and led Anxia through the alley.

An Xia looked around, the old window flowers had turned into yellow paper, a hole was broken, and the paper that was placed there was blown by the wind from time to time, and there was a whirring sound.

The rain is ticking, and I don't know when it will clear.

"The cat in your arms is very spiritual, and it looks like a person looking at you." The old man said.

An Xia lowered her head, her eyes fell on the cultural relics like a person, and the cold utensils seemed to have a temperature.

The old man took out a large handful of keys from his bosom.

Pull out one of them and unlock the door.

This is a warehouse for storing cultural relics, and how many shiny cultural relics were transported from this warehouse before that.

At this moment, these cultural relics that cannot be seen in their original appearance have accumulated dust.

"I'm flipping through it." He picked up a booklet, recording the names of the cultural relics that came and went every day, a thick one, and found it in a short time after looking for it according to the date.

"I've already flipped it over for you just now, and there are no artifacts from your museum on the thirteenth."

Anxia was stunned, "Are you sure?" ”

"See for yourself, the record is very detailed, and there is no time to make a mistake."

The old man threw the booklet to An Xia, and An Xia turned a few pages, and there was a wide variety of everything, except for the day of the thirteenth.

Even the horse noodles that they brought in from the museum last month are still recorded, but there is no silk book.

If the torn silk book wasn't here, where should it be?

The cultural relics are very precious, so careful protective measures have been taken during transportation.

Therefore, the integrity of the silk book should be higher than half, and it is very simple to repair it.

So where has this silk book gone now?

"Little girl?"

An Xia came back to her senses, and when she saw the old man's worried eyes, she smiled reluctantly, "I'm fine." ”

"Cultural relics are worthy of respect, each cultural relics embody thousands of years of people's efforts, the silk book you said is Yuchen excavated."

Anxia was flustered and reluctantly said goodbye before leaving the Cultural Relics Garden.

"If the artifacts don't come back, where will they be?" She thought as she bit her fingers.

Subsequently, she contacted several colleagues who were at the moving site that day, but they all replied that they did not know.

There is still the director's mobile phone number left on the interface of the mobile phone contact.

She hesitated for a moment but then called.

"Anxia?"

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and said, "Curator, did the silk book that I broke send to the Restoration Cultural Relics Garden?" ”

"Why do you ask this?"

"If the cultural relics are broken, isn't the first thing you think about is restoration? I was at the gate of the Cultural Heritage Garden, and the manager said that there were no silk books in the warehouse on the 13th. ”

There was silence for a long time, "Anxia, you have to know that there are times when there are mistakes in the Cultural Relics Garden, who knows if there will be a mistake in registration......"

"I've read it, and I don't have that silk book at all." An Xia's heart slowly fell, "So the museum owner, where is that cultural relic?" ”