"It's time to watch the sunrise." Cheng Yijie didn't make a fuss about their sleeping position, which made Mu Qingcheng secretly relieved, "It's cold outside, put on a coat and wrap the blanket as well." ”

"Let's wrap it together." She offered to let him watch the sunrise in short sleeves.

Cheng Yijie laughed silently, he took a blanket and wrapped the two of them together, and got out of the tent with her in his arms.

At dawn, as the fog slowly disappeared, the first rays of the rising sun tore through the darkness before dawn. The eastern canopy appeared a white with a fish's belly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned orange-red. A red dot jumped out of the mountains, gradually turning into an arc-shaped disc, and in an instant golden light shone brightly, and a round of red sun erupted.

They sat side by side watching the sunrise, her hair brushing against his cheeks. Cheng Yijie shifted his gaze from the sunrise to Mu Qingcheng's face. Her face was radiant, reverent, and touched. He stared at her dark eyes, white moonlight, and small, rosy lips.

She felt his gaze, and turned her head, still intoxicated by the joy of the sunrise, and unconsciously smiled at him, and that smile was like a flower bathed in the spring breeze, drunkenly spreading its petals. His arms couldn't help but wrap around her, hugging her tightly, and bowing his head to choke the smile. The sun roasted their cheeks, their lips, and the cool air.

On the way back, Mu Qingcheng leaned on the cushion and stared at Cheng Yijie's charming side face in a trance, with three-dimensional European eyes, a straight nose bridge like a mixed-race child, and a rather sexy mouth. Her mind was blank, they had spent a good night together like a couple, but what was she in his mind? How should she position their relationship? However, she didn't really want any answers, she knew very well that they were people in two completely different worlds, and she couldn't afford to climb high.

Cheng Yijie was also very quiet, and the two of them hadn't spoken for a long time. The cool morning breeze outside the car window blew in, with a cool, earthy smell and the aroma of flowers and trees, refreshing and refreshing. She perked herself up, barely bothered to pay attention to the view outside the window.

Cheng Yijie sent Mu Qingcheng back to the old glass factory and reminded her to remember to take the box of lipstick with her.

Mu Qingcheng was holding the box and wanted to get out of the car, but Cheng Yijie held her shoulder, she turned her head, her mood was complicated, but her eyes were waiting.

"Is the ship model building almost over?" Cheng Yijie asked.

Mu Qingcheng didn't expect him to ask about work, so he was slightly stunned before answering: "It's over next month, those things in the duty room, such as air conditioners and TVs, you better find someone to move out, otherwise it's too wasteful." ”

Cheng Yijie nodded. "I will ask Xia Mo to arrange and move to your dormitory. As far as I know, your dormitories are also very rudimentary. ”

Mu Qingcheng was still a little stunned, Cheng Yijie raised his hand and stroked her cheek, his strength was very light, like a feather cutting through her heart that had nowhere to be placed, and the inexplicable feeling gnawed at her.

"Goodbye, little orange." He withdrew his hand and whispered.

"Goodbye." She opened the car door and jumped out, and walked forward with the box in her arms, the box was very light, but she felt heavy, just like her mood at this time.

Back in the duty room, she lay on the bed tiredly, looked at her mobile phone at random, and found a text message from Gu Hengyu last night: Qingcheng, happy birthday, I am still on a business trip in Beijing today, I can't send my blessings in person, and I will make up for it tomorrow.

The "tomorrow" he refers to is today. Mu Qingcheng suddenly remembered that he had said that he would invite Gu Hengyu to dinner, shook his head and sighed, you can't be a man of your word without faith, let's make up for it when we meet today. She simply didn't reply to text messages, and after she started work late on the weekend, she set the alarm clock on her mobile phone and fell asleep groggily.

When he arrived at the construction site at 10 o'clock, Gu Hengyu had already arrived, and he was talking about something with Yu Qingsheng. He wears a casual shirt and slacks, and he is chic and handsome. Mu Qingcheng approached and heard them talking about the theft of the British Museum. Gu Hengyu saw her first and smiled at her. He stood by the door, the sun falling on the ends of his hair and face, and the warmth between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Xiao Mu, we're talking about you." Yu Qingsheng hurriedly conveyed the task, "The work here has come to an end, and the curator has specially told you to return to the museum from next Monday, and there is an important task for you to complete." ”

"What's the important task?" Mu Qingcheng vaguely felt that it might be related to "Han Xizai's Night Banquet".

Sure enough, Yu Qingsheng told her that the original ruins of the British Museum had been stolen, which made the existing Song people's copy of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" in the Xilin Museum have attracted a lot of attention overnight, and the museum decided to take advantage of the opportunity of the museum's 60th anniversary celebration in December next year to carry out some publicity.