"Xiaoye! Contact this donor today! ”

After saying his request at a speed that he was unwilling to delay for half a second, the curator once again cast his eyes on the books in the box. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right, so the curator frowned slightly, stared slightly, and then immediately turned back and said:

"Xiaoye! What's going on? Started getting in touch? ”

Maybe the curator's mentality is too eager, or maybe the curator's experience is too rich, in short, after saying this request, the curator doesn't need to spend a second to find out that Xiaoye's reaction is not the type he wants to see the most.

This is a somewhat strange phenomenon. In addition, this phenomenon, to a certain extent, the head of the embassy forgot about his rightful dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong? Hurry up and call the donor? ……”

The curator said for the third time.

Then, he noticed that even though he had already said this request for the third time, he should have grabbed the microphone and started dialing right away; Or to go further, to be more competent, Xiao Ye, who should have handed over the microphone to him a long time ago, was still standing next to the table at this time, looking at the sixteen sheets spread out in front of him.

The director's precious niece, who had buried her feet in the floor in an instant, had the only reaction she could say that she had heard the order several times was to hang her head slightly, and as if something was disturbing her, she rested her white arms on her desk, intertwined, and twisted in a ridiculous twist from time to time.

"What's wrong? Leaflets, leaflets! Any questions? Why haven't you started talking yet? ”

Even if there was a director's niece standing in front of him, but seeing this inexplicable and obviously undesirable behavior, even if the curator tried his best to suppress his dissatisfaction and try to keep his tone as gentle as possible, his words still involuntarily contained a trace of an element that would definitely make people unhappy.

I have to say that although Xiao Ye's cute little head is crystal clear, like a crystal, there are almost no wrinkles-------- but she has a very keen intuition in terms of observing words and colors, especially in terms of observing the words and colors of her boss.

At this time, this intuition helped her instantly sense the curator's dissatisfaction, and after shaking her hands tightly with each other, Xiao Ye had to grit her teeth and say stubbornly: "Curator, I can't call." ”

"Can't call? How? ”

Through the tone of the last two words, the curator fully affirmed the absurdity of Xiao Ye's reply.

So, he carefully put the book in his hand back to the original position of the box, and then walked in the direction of the desk, "What do you mean that you can't make a phone call?" ”

"Because this man ...... He didn't leave his phone number. ”

It was related to "going to the next level", the curator's brows immediately twisted, "He didn't leave a phone number?" He didn't leave a phone number! Are you just finding out now? Why don't you remind him! ”

"I reminded him! Before he started filling in, I reminded him several times! ”

Before it started, I was reminded several times......

The curator began to have a little headache: "What about after filling it out?" Didn't you look at it after filling it out? Why don't you ask about such a big empty bar? ”

"I asked! I asked several times, but he didn't seem to be willing to fill in the ......"

Xiao Ye replied, and at the same time, she raised her voice a little. Because she didn't think she was lying, but thought that she was just forced to choose a more convenient and effective way of justification.

"Don't want to fill it out?"

It has to be said that the method of lobules has had an effect.

At least, it had a temporary effect.

The curator's brows furrowed a little more, but most of the emotions contained in it became doubtful: "Why don't you want to fill it in?" ”

"I don't know."

"Okay, okay, I'll take a look."

With that, the curator walked over to his desk.

Hey!

"Song Ti? How could anyone write such words...... But...... Tut-tut......"

For a moment, the curator seemed to have forgotten his original purpose. At the same time, his leisurely and steady pace disappeared without a trace at the first glance of the registration book.

As if someone had whipped him in the back, within a distance of only one or two meters, the curator also hurriedly moved his legs, so that he grabbed Xiao Ye's side in a flash, and unconsciously squeezed Xiao Ye away from his original position by more than ten centimeters.

Then, the curator, who usually attaches great importance to his leadership posture, instantly pulled the registration book from the center of the desk to the part close to him in front of him, but on the desk, it was already on the edge. Then, in less than a second, the curator picked up the registration book again and put it in front of him to see it more clearly.

"Tut-tut......"

In the following time, the curator shook his head like this, and at the same time, his other hand, at some point, I don't know when, put it on the table, and began to follow the handwriting in his eyes, copying and scribbling.

His posture, his expression, was so fascinated and serious, if Mao Wenxiong saw this scene in the reception room, then he would definitely immediately list the director of the library as a confidant; I will definitely know why I haven't reached the level of copying and learning Wu Xiaoyu's handwriting.

I don't know how long it has been, but when the curator can imagine this short line of words on the registration book in his mind even if he closes his eyes, his mouth also begins to read words:

"Horizontal and vertical, horizontal and vertical, the pen is angular and angular, the glyph is square, and the strokes are stiff and ......"

At this time, while reading it, the curator checked the words on the registration book, and at the same time, in his mind, confirmed the characteristics of various fonts described by the teacher when he first learned calligraphy.

As a typeface, a craftsman's engraving technique, the curator had not put much effort into it before, and he was quite unimpressed with it in his heart. Until this moment, I saw the superb penmanship in front of me, and the space occupied by each word was almost exactly the same; And the spacing of each word, as if the exact same handwritten font, the curator felt that as the most suitable font for reading, when the Song style does not appear on the display screen, not in ink printing, but really in the form of calligraphy, it will have such a square and dignified beauty.

It was at this time that next to the curator's ear, Xiao Ye's voice was suddenly heard: "Curator...... Curator ......"

"Don't make a noise!"

The curator didn't reply, and answered casually. Then, after more than a minute, he raised his head again, looked at Xiao Ye, who was standing a little cramped and uneasy, and said, "What's wrong?" …… Oh...... Oh...... I don't have a phone number, so let's think of something else. By the way, these titles haven't been recorded yet, have they? Now you hurry up and call Xiao Wang, Xiao He come over, and do this thing. ”

Another minute and a half later.

When the curator closed his eyes lightly and rested his eyes slightly, suddenly, he saw that Xiao Ye was still standing motionless next to him, and his face seemed to be a little red, so the curator urged again with a little strangeness: "It's not early, go quickly, and don't work too long overtime at night......"

"But ......"

"Alas......" Seeing Xiao Ye's spitting appearance, the curator sighed, and then, he put down the registration book and said, "Say, what's wrong?" ”

"But...... This bibliography has been registered. ”

"What! That's ......."

The curator paused, looked up at the boxes that occupied most of the space in the reception room, and then continued, "...... That's a dozen big boxes, how do you do that? Show me! ”

Seeing the curator's reaction, Xiao Ye instantly moved his hands back, or rather, blocked it in the direction of a certain sixteen-carat thin man on the right side of the desk. She did this, it was just a subconscious action, because this kind of futile action obviously failed to achieve her goal.

In other words, the curator could not be prevented from casting his eyes on the top of another register.

Can't wait for Xiao Ye to take the registration book, the curator has taken a long look, and has quickly copied the book into his hand, and can't wait to turn to the latest registration location.

"Huh! How is this also Song Ti? How did he write it too! ”

When he said the last few words, the curator looked at Xiao Ye with a cold face, and a tone close to stern had already appeared in his voice.

"Uh...... Uh......"

Xiao Ye can be sure that his head is absolutely rare in the current high-speed situation.

So, under extraordinary pressure, she once again quickly remembered a more convenient and effective method: "Uh...... Belch...... That is true...... Curator, since there are many foreign books in the box, their text is very complex and very difficult to write...... So...... So...... So when he saw that I was struggling, the gentleman who donated the book took the initiative to come over and help write it. ”

"It's a whole ...... One, two, three...... Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, nineteen pages! ”

The curator quickly flipped through the registration book and said, "So many books, so many words, did he start writing early in the morning?" Why didn't I see him when I came in the morning? ”

Xiao Ye's voice couldn't help but lower a little: "...... He didn't take that long......"

"How long has it not been that long? Did it start in the morning? ”

Fortunately, there was no noise in the reception room, and the curator heard Xiao Ye's answer in a lowered voice again, "...... Also...... It's not ...... that time."

"That's where you came at noon? Wrote for four or five hours? However, to write such a good word...... "The curator turned directly to the last page, and involuntarily put his hand on the desk, copied it a few times, and said, "Such a good word...... How could it be just four or five hours. ”

"It's not four or five hours...... Xiao Ye felt as if a mouse was squeezing around in her head, making her full of dizziness, and she couldn't even speak clearly: "He used it...... Three..... three ......"

"Three hours! It only took three hours! …… Really? ”

After speaking, the curator stared at Xiao Ye tightly with a gaze full of suspicion, so, under this gaze, Xiao Ye had to tell the truth truthfully: "It took him more than thirty minutes. ”

"Thirty minutes...... Three...... Thirty...... Ha...... Ha ......"

It's hard to find the right words to describe the curator's mood at the moment.

However, anyone who sees the smiling, suspicious, annoyed, sarcastic, shocked, and so on his face can know the extent of the chaos in his heart.

"Really, really...... Three...... Thirty minutes. ”

It was about a year, and it was rare to have such an opportunity to feel wronged, Xiao Ye's expression was full of grievances and helplessness like never before.

This expression helped the curator quickly calm down.

"Thirty minutes."

After taking a few steps back and forth in the office, repeating the phrase again, the curator stopped thinking about the truth of the message and made another decision.

"Xiao Ye, come on, come over for a while...... curator said: "...... Let's make sure again, is the current situation like this: First of all, this gentleman named Wu Xiaoyu left behind books worth millions of dollars......"

"Yes."

"Then, the Mr. Wu said he was not willing to leave his phone number......

"Yes." Fortunately, he didn't stay, Xiao Ye nodded slightly, and secretly squeezed his fist, feeling that his palm was wet.

"Then ......" The curator knocked lightly on the table, thought slightly, and said, "Then, this Mr. Wu saw that you were not very good at writing foreign characters, so he took the initiative to help fill out the registration book for donated books?" ”

"Yes." Anyway, there was no phone number, and there was no proof of death, Xiao Ye nodded fearlessly for the third time.

"That's good!" The curator clapped his hands together and made a loud sound, and then, he reached out and patted Xiao Ye's shoulder gently, and said, "Xiao Ye, you don't have to help move the book later......

"Ah, thank you, Curator!" The leaflets are color-loving.

"Well, you're welcome...... curator raised a hand, stopped Xiao Ye's thanks, and said with a smile: "You don't have to move books, you go to do another small thing......"

The happy expression on Xiao Ye's face froze slightly: "What's the matter?" ”

The curator said lightly: "It's very simple, go find this Mr. Wu Xiaoyu and invite him to my office." ”

Xiao Ye immediately took a deep breath and asked in disbelief, "What?" ”

"What's wrong?" The curator said, "Are there any difficulties?" ”

"But......" Xiao Ye quickly regained his soft tone and forced a smile: "But, I don't know him, and I don't have a phone number here, how can I find him?" ”

"Oh, I forgot to mention this...... the curator patted his forehead and said, "When I went out just now, I saw the name of Zhenhua Bookstore painted on the car. Well, you go there and ask, and you'll know everything. ”

"But......" Xiao Ye couldn't help but hesitate, and couldn't say without hesitating: "But, I'...... I...... I'm afraid I won't be able to do it well. ”

"How so?" The curator said in an undoubted tone: "This Mr. Wu Xiaoyu donated books of such high value, but he did not notify me in advance, did not contact me directly, and was not even willing to leave a phone number. It can be clearly seen that he should be an extremely rare figure in this kind of society, regardless of fame and fortune. However, such a character is willing to spend more than half an hour working hard to help you complete your job with such a neat font. It can be seen that he must feel that it is a ...... to help you. ”

After a slight pause, the curator said, "...... Something worth it......"

After saying these words, the curator quickly continued: "Okay, that's it. Needless to say, you can hurry up. Other than that...... I'll give you an explanation here, you don't have to wait another half a year for your regular ---- to become a regular staff, as your uncle said. Let's put it this way, I'll give you an account now, and as soon as you get it done, I'll help you right away...... Find a way! Even, as long as you do this well today, tomorrow, I will spell this old face and help you talk about it everywhere! ”

Turn positive!

If it were at another time, in another place, or in other circumstances, hearing these two words, although Xiao Ye would try her best to maintain a serious and reserved face, her heart would definitely be filled with extreme excitement and joy.

However, when these two words appeared now, when the curator linked the word "turn positive" with the inexplicable -------- at least the task she seemed to be inexplicably assigned to her, Xiao Ye only felt that these two words were unspeakably harsh and uncomfortable.

Watching Xiao Ye walk to the door of the reception room step by step, the curator once again put down the registration book he was admiring, and said, "Hurry up, hurry up and find Mr. Wu, so I can help you solve the job you have been concerned about as soon as possible......

I have to say that when the "next level" is in front of him, the curator is inevitably excited, so there is inevitably more urgency in his tone.

Hearing this, Xiao Ye spent a lot of effort to make his expression still difficult to maintain at the level of "crying and mourning" and not continue to deteriorate. She didn't notice the curator's tone, only the cruel meaning of the sentence:

Find Mr. Wu...... Help me with my job ......

For a moment, Xiao Ye inexplicably thought that if he could return to the examination room when he was a child again, then he would definitely be able to write the explanation of the idiom "dilemma" very profoundly.

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