As soon as the phone was connected, a group of people surrounded her, some with cameras and some with cameras, Mu Qingcheng didn't react to what was going on, and the magnesium lights had already dazzled her eyes. "Miss Mu, can you tell us the story of you and Cheng Yijie?" A young woman was the first to ask.

Mu Qingcheng understood, these people were the reporters who the security uncle said were going to interview her, and she couldn't go to the museum to interview her during work hours, so she waited for her to be surrounded at the door after work. Where had she ever seen such a formation, and in a panic, her instinctive reaction was to run away. But those reporters surrounded her and asked questions such as how she and Cheng Yijie met, how the two fell in love, and whether they had any plans to get married.

Mu Qingcheng couldn't resist it at all, she didn't know how to answer at all. But those reporters refused to let her go, and vowed not to give up until they dug up some fierce information.

She was so anxious that she had no master, and she had nothing to do, Gu Hengyu happened to drive his Land Rover by, he immediately stopped the car, and called the museum's security captain to send a few people over immediately. Several security guards quickly arrived and rescued Mu Qingcheng from the chaos. Gu Hengyu waited outside the crowd, rolled down the window and shouted to her, "Get in the car".

Mu Qingcheng quickly pulled the car door and got in, and a group of reporters could only watch the white Land Rover go away.

Gu Hengyu drove the car fast, the car drove far away, and Mu Qingcheng's heart was still pounding.

"How about experiencing what it's like to be a star?" Gu Hengyu confirmed that there was no danger of being followed, so he made a joke.

"Don't make fun of me." Anxiety, frustration, and depression oppressed Mu Qingcheng, "If you make such a fuss, the leader's impression of me must have plummeted." ”

"Don't worry." Gu Hengyu held the steering wheel with one hand, and reached over with the other hand to gently hold Mu Qingcheng's hand.

Mu Qingcheng flicked his hand away like an electric shock.

"My hands are electrified?" Gu Hengyu smiled self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry, I'll explain to the curator for you when I go to work tomorrow." ”

"How do you explain that?" Mu Qingcheng panicked again.

"How do you want me to explain?" Gu Hengyu asked rhetorically.

"I ...... I...... I don't know...... "Mu Qingcheng is hesitant." That hateful man, who had brought her such great calamity and trouble, did not even have a decent explanation. That's right, the phone! She suddenly remembered that she had dialed Cheng Yijie's phone just now, and when she looked down, the call had ended, and the call lasted 11 minutes, I don't know if she accidentally hung up later, or Cheng Yijie ended the call by herself. But this at least shows that Cheng Yijie answered the phone, and it lasted for a while, from those reporters causing a commotion to getting into Gu Hengyu's car, he heard the whole process clearly.

She was even more depressed, since she knew about that situation, she should have called to comfort her, but he ...... She was extremely disappointed, and her mood was extremely bad.

In the blink of an eye, the dormitory building is in front of you. Gu Hengyu stopped the car and turned his head to look at Mu Qingcheng, his expression a little serious. "Are you serious with that Cheng Yijie?"

Mu Qingcheng felt that the bitterness in her heart was expanding, and an unspeakable pain grabbed her. "I don't know how to answer, I have a lot of questions and I'm waiting for him to give me answers."

"Oh," Gu Hengyu sighed lightly, "It seems that you want to be serious about him." ”

Mu Qingcheng nodded slightly, her gaze passed through Gu Hengyu and landed on a void outside the car window.

"Kiyoshi." Gu Hengyu's gaze became very deep, and his voice was solemn, "I am an outsider, I have no right to express my opinions, and I can't interfere with your choice." But I still have to warn you not to make a decision lightly until you know a person well enough. For him, or for me, too. ”

Mu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, Gu Hengyu's hand grabbed her willow waist at some point, forcing her to get closer to him, his charming peach blossom eyes were burning and shining in front of her eyes, and his beautiful thin lips were almost falling on her lips. Her fright, not trivial, screamed while pushing him away with great movements.

Gu Hengyu is not Cheng Yijie after all, and he will not be difficult. Mu Qingcheng reacted so much, his strength relaxed, he leaned heavily against the car door, and the back of his head slammed.

Mu Qingcheng was frightened again, looking at a loss.

"I didn't have a concussion, don't worry." Gu Hengyu touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Mu Qingcheng felt that he had a concussion, dizziness, palpitations, and low thinking, and he barely squeezed out three words - "I'm sorry" for half a day.

"You don't have to worry, I promise, I won't let the leaders of the hall think anything about you." Gu Hengyu changed the topic, "As for other colleagues, some gossip is inevitable, you don't have to pay attention to it, just do your job seriously." ”

Mu Qingcheng's heart opened a vague sourness. "Thank you."

"Go ahead." Gu Hengyu patted her on the shoulder, like a kind brother, "Don't think nonsense, relax your heart." ”

Mu Qingcheng blankly replied "Okay", opened the door and got out of the car.

After taking a few steps, I turned around and saw that Gu Hengyu's car was still parked in place. He poked out the window and waved at her. "Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!" Mu Qingcheng also waved in response. The car drove away, and she stood for a long time in the afterglow of the setting sun before she walked up the stairs with heavy steps.

Mu Qingcheng didn't call Cheng Yijie again, and he didn't take the initiative to call.

It was another night of restless sleep. Mu Qingcheng woke up very early, she watched the dawn gradually stain the window, watched the light of dawn enter through the window little by little, her mind was just thinking about Cheng Yijie in a circular and repeated way, and her mind was full of scattered thoughts.

After arriving at the museum, Mu Qingcheng locked herself in the calligraphy and painting restoration room located on the first floor of the basement, the first to second floors of the ground are the exhibition halls, with ceramics hall, calligraphy and painting hall, celadon hall, lacquer hall and other exhibition halls, the office area is on the third floor, she did not step into it. At noon, she could have gone back to the dormitory to rest, but she didn't go back, and even her lunch was the bread she bought when she bought breakfast. She is a newcomer and should be low-key. Now when it comes to such a thing, I can only try to avoid it, so as not to get darker and darker.

Only when he is working, Mu Qingcheng can put aside those complicated things and devote himself to them. She turned on the computer in the restoration room, played some downloaded music tracks on a loop, and then sat down in front of the wooden booth, listened to the music, and began to enter the most laborious part of the restoration of calligraphy and painting, "mending", and it would take several months to "make up". It's very tedious and very boring.

After the heart of the painting is supported by a layer of life paper, you can see a lot of damage under the light, you need to fill the life paper on the back, how big the hole is cut out with rice paper and the same size of the hole, two layers of paper glued together, the same thickness. The hole should be repaired as big as it is, even if the pinhole is that big. Where there are creases, fold strips should be attached to the back to reinforce them to prevent the creases from breaking when they are repaired and rolled up.

Not long after going to work in the afternoon, Mu Qingcheng was concentrating on mending a small hole in the painting, when the door of the calligraphy and painting restoration room was suddenly opened. She shuddered with shock, and the storeroom area was heavily guarded, and few people entered. The door of the calligraphy and painting restoration room is also always closed, and you can only enter by swiping a card.

She quickly saw who it was, and at that moment, she suddenly felt a heat in her eyes and a choking in her throat. Cheng Yijie, he finally appeared! She bowed her head with a pretense of indifference and asked with a bit of annoyance, "Who allowed you to come in?" ”

"You Curator Zhong Chun personally brought me here." Cheng Yijie closed the door and walked towards Mu Qingcheng.

The sound of his footsteps seemed to be on her heart, and her heart beat like a beat.

He stood still in front of her. "Little Orange—"

With such a familiar and intimate call, Mu Qingcheng's heart wavered, but he stubbornly refused to raise his head, maintaining that pitiful self-esteem.

He reached for her chin and stared deeply into her eyes.

Mu Qingcheng sat there silently, staring at him silently, with a layer of deep resentment and anger in his eyes. After a while, she opened her mouth: "Please go out, don't affect my work." ”

Cheng Yijie's brown eyes stared at her deeply.

Mu Qingcheng stared at him, his lips trembling slightly, obviously restraining himself. "I repeat, please don't interfere with my work!"

Cheng Yijie nodded and let go. "I'm just waiting here, and it won't affect you. We'll talk when you're off work. ”

Mu Qingcheng watched him turn around and walk behind the small table where the computer was placed, pull out a chair and sit down.

As soon as he looked up, she forcibly looked away, a little confused, a little melancholy, and a little helpless. She pulled herself together, straightened her shoulders, and threw herself back into mending the little hole. Since he wants to wait, let him wait enough. She was full of resentment, and finally had an object to vent at this time.

Cheng Yijie sat quietly, the tables and chairs were relatively short, he was tall and had long legs, so he had to adjust his posture from time to time to make himself more comfortable. His eyes never left Mu Qingcheng, she held the knife like a surgeon, but her fingers were slender and slender, full of beauty. Her expression was so solemn, so gentle, and so awe-inspiring.

She lowered her head, concentrating on "operating" the paper, half-drooping eyelashes, slightly twitching lips, eyes that shimmered slightly, and that contemplative, special concentration...... She was immersed in the world of ancient calligraphy and painting, as if she had forgotten that he existed by her side. He looked at her, admiring her concentration and solemnity, forgetting the time and the space. Later, he even forgot to adjust his posture, so that his legs were numb, and when he stretched his legs, he touched the edge of the table, making a "bang" sound, which also alarmed Mu Qingcheng.

Mu Qingcheng turned his head, glanced at Cheng Yijie diagonally opposite, and continued to bow his head to polish the "patch" and paint the holes, after all, there is an extra piece, how to integrate this piece of paper with the original painting itself, it is especially necessary to carefully use a knife to sharpen the edge. She wants each "patch" to be polished to the point where there are no bumps to the touch.