Tian Yuan let go of her: "How many days has this happened?"

Jumang's nose was sour: "It's been a week."

Tian Yuan's face was solemn: "Okay, don't meddle in this matter, I will find a way to solve it, and send me a copy of the evidence I have."

Ju Mang didn't expect Tian Yuan to really give her a head: "Thank you, Mom."

Tian Yuan looked at the face that looked like himself but was honestly afraid, and felt that his heart was stabbed for no reason.

Before, she felt that Ju Mang was like her when she was young, she didn't admit defeat and was strong, but mentioning such a trivial matter to her family would make her cautious, was she paying too much attention to Frost and ignoring Ju Mang? .

Tian Yuan reached out and stroked her face and gently wiped away her tears.

But Jumang was happy that he had finally spoken out about his difficulties.

Shen Sifan soon received a message from Jumang: "Thank you, my mother said that she collected evidence to help me sue the other party, and she had a great chance of winning on the field."

Even through the screen, you can feel her joy.

Shen Sifan looked at the news for a moment, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "Congratulations, Professor Tian has rich experience in litigation and will definitely be able to punish the other party."

And Ju Mang also held the mobile phone on his chest and couldn't help but smile, fantasizing that after that, he could be like Right Fanshuang coquettish to Chunsheng's father, and naturally confide in her parents to hug her, she has always wanted to do this since she was a child.

Shen Sifan put down his mobile phone, and in front of him was the portrait without a face, five years later, he still had no way to restore the worn-out face on the porcelain jar, and he still had no way to copy this portrait of the lord of Lishui.

And behind him, the porcelain jar has been put back to its original state, the woman on the porcelain jar is dressed in red, and behind it is a Fusang tree.

Jumang's news arrived again, and he was a little cautious: "Are we friends?"

Shen Sifan: "Count, but it can not be."

Ju Mang slowly typed a question mark: "?"

Shen Sifan: "I heard that you haven't taken enough credits for your elective courses."

Ju Mang was embarrassed: "How do you know?"

Shen Sifan: "I heard the teacher in the office mention that in addition to being your friend, I can also be your teacher. Now I have a turnip pit here, do you want to read it?"

Ju Mang sat up all of a sudden, and was sincerely afraid: "Can I?"

Shen Sifan: "Of course, but now this course is only a little more than a month away from the exam, and you need to catch up with the schedule."

Ju Mang was happy but felt that something was wrong, why was there still a radish pit at the end of the term?

Ju Mang: "Did any students drop out of class temporarily or were you dismissed?"

Shen Sifan: "I opened Zeng Minghao."

Ju Mang was slightly stunned: "Is it because of my business?"

Shen Sifan: "Yes, not exactly."

Ju Mang hesitated: "But it seems a little unfair."

Shen Sifan only had a calm attitude: "He used an unfair way to examine and judge you, why can't you judge him in an unfair way?"

Ju Mang was stunned: "That's right."

She was holding her mobile phone, but she suddenly couldn't help but be silly, and looked at Shen Sifan's words on the screen and smiled.

When Ju Mang returned to school the next day, he met the boy again, because Shen Sifan made him lose face, he transferred his anger to Ju Mang, but the difference was that Ju Mang turned a deaf ear this time, only thinking that he was farting, and even because he knew that he was incompetent and angry, he thought he was a little funny.

With confidence in his heart, no matter how provocative the boy was, he was unmoved.

In the end, the boy could only scold his mother, and in the crowd watching and discussing, he walked away like a defeated rooster.

Ju Mang is in a good mood.

In the office, Shen Sifan had a headache when he looked at the information, so he simply went to the rooftop to relax.

When I went up to the rooftop, I saw a red figure dancing in the distance, the girl was wearing a red dress, and the skirt was flying fiercely in the free wind on the rooftop.

For no reason, Shen Sifan remembered the painting on the porcelain jar

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The red clothes are like flames, burning in the sunset on the horizon.

The scroll in his hand swayed slightly in the wind.

The man turned his face to the side.

It's a sentence.

He suddenly thought of meeting Ju Mang for the second time, she bumped into him, and the porcelain jar fell to the ground.

The fracture marks of the porcelain jar vary in age, and the longest ones have the wax that seals the tomb, proving that the porcelain jar was broken before it was buried.

The relatives of the emperor of the county of Lishui, a worthless broken porcelain jar, why should he be buried in the tomb?

Shen Sifan's eyes appeared in front of him at the beginning of the sentence.

Unless, the person who smashed the porcelain jar is very important to the lord of the county, and this porcelain jar is a souvenir.

Shen Sifan stared at the light and slender body of Ju Mang dancing in the sunset, and the thoughts in Danfeng's eyes were complicated.

The lord of the county is buried away from his mother's husband's house, does not enter the ancestral grave, does not enter the husband's house, and is free after death, perhaps, it should be like this.

And after Jumang danced, he realized that he didn't know when, Shen Sifan was actually watching from behind.

Ju Mang immediately ran forward with some embarrassment and explained, "I used to learn dance for a while, so I want to dance when I am happy, and I have to thank you for giving me ideas and allowing me to take credits."

The wind blew the hem of Shen Sifan's coat, and the belt flew in the air, while he stared at her and didn't say much.

After a few moments, he said, "Good jump."

Jumang's anxious heart suddenly fell back to its original place.

Shen Sifan handed the painting to Ju Mang.

Ju Mang took it puzzled, and as soon as he opened it, he subconsciously said, "Is this the Spring God Ju Mangtu?"

Shen Sifan's gaze always fell on her: "Spring God Sentence Mangtu?"

Ju Mang took the painting and said casually, "Yes, you see, this is a Fusang tree, don't all the portraits of the spring god Ju Mang have Fusang?"

Shen Sifan's gaze followed her gaze to the picture scroll, Fusang Tree, of course he knew.

Shen Sifan reminded: "Ju Mang is green, but the clothes worn by the people in the painting are red, and the clothes worn by Ju Mang God appear in the painting, and the clothes should be green."

Ju Mang also realized, "It's true."

She found that she didn't know how to pretend to understand in front of the history professor, and explained a little embarrassedly: "My birthmark is cyan, so the director of the welfare institute named me Jumang, and because of this name, I often go to the temple to worship Jumang, and at first glance I inexplicably feel like the god of spring, but if I look closely, it seems to be a mistake."

When I was in high school, I couldn't pay enough for the accommodation, so I went to the temple to sleep at first.

It is a sentence, and she is also a sentence, just asking the gods to have mercy.

The spring god Jumang is in charge of the sacred tree Fusang, and as soon as she sees the Fusang tree and this posture, she subconsciously thinks that it is the god of spring.

Shen Sifan looked at her face, he seemed to be about to grasp something, and that thought slipped away like a snake again.

The evening breeze blew his windbreaker, Shen Sifan reached out to stroke the painting, he had never felt that he had ever been so close to the person in the painting.

Don't think about it, don't think about it.

Immortals are called Si Fan when they are tempted, and there is never a name for Si Fan when mortals are tempted.

If that's what she says.

The lord of the county is a man,

But Jumang happens to be a god.

Shen Sifan's heart seemed to have turned into a rope, constantly winding and tightening, tangled and surrounded.

It seems that the answer is approaching.

And his mobile phone rang, and Shen Sifan was suddenly awakened as if he was trapped in a heavy fog.

He picked up the phone, and the voice of a junior from the Institute of Archaeology was on the other end: "Mr. Shen, the chemical composition of the pigment on the portrait of that porcelain jar has been analyzed, and the composition of the dye is iron hydroxide."

Shen Sifan was suddenly stunned.

The wind blew his short inky hair flowing, his eyes were as clear and indifferent as sword frost, and he seemed to freeze in place in an instant, and he couldn't believe it, "Is it iron hydroxide?"

An affirmative voice came from the other end, "Yes."

Shen Sifan suppressed his emotions: "Okay, I know."

He hung up the phone, and Ju Mang looked at his face and thought something had happened, and asked, "What's wrong, is there something going on?"

Shen Sifan looked at her, because of the single eyelid, his expression was always indifferent, a distant and impenetrable sense of alienation, he couldn't guess what he was thinking, and thousands of thoughts finally only turned into a sentence: "It's possible that your guess is right."

The sentence is unclear.

And Shen Sifan held his mobile phone, still unable to believe that the mystery that had plagued him for five years had been solved.

The iron in ferric hydroxide is ferric iron.

That means that it is very likely that the dye on this porcelain jar was originally green with bivalent iron.

The main tomb of the county was stolen by tomb thieves at first, and it may have been stolen and not protected in time, so oxygen leaked in, and the divalent iron compound dye oxidized into trivalent iron, showing a red color.

If so, then it is likely that the woman's clothing in this portrait was originally green.

Because the divalent iron compound before oxidation is green.

This portrait is not the portrait of the lord of the county, but the portrait of the spring god Jumang.

All his thoughts were dredged, and Shen Sifan was instantly enlightened.

At that time, there were many sacrifices about the spring god Jumang, and it was normal to draw the spring god Jumang on the utensils.

Years of doubts were solved in an instant, Shen Sifan's heart was stirred, he looked at Ju Mang opposite, and seemed to be looking into ten thousand years, Ju Mang's expression was a little ignorant: "What's wrong?"

Shen Sifan suddenly hugged her, and the warm embrace instantly wrapped Jumang.

Ju Mang was taken aback for a moment, but said cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Shen Sifan's voice was hoarse: "Because you are very important to me."

It should not be Sifan, God, to be qualified to use the word Sifan.

He hugged Ju Mang tightly and held her completely in his arms, Ju Mang was wrapped in the man's wide coat, even the warm neck and burning breath were clear, like a baby in his arms, this feeling was too strange, she had never experienced it.

She could truly believe that this moment meant so much to him.

Ju Mang's voice drifted a little: "Really?"

Shen Sifan affirmed, "Yes."

Ju Mang didn't know how long Shen Sifan had hugged her, but he seemed to be very excited, and his eyes looked at her as if he had crossed a long time.

Even after being sent home by him, Jumang felt that his feet were floating.

For the first time, someone told her she was important.

It didn't matter if it was friends or something, at least it was the first time she heard it.

Although she didn't know why.

She leaned back on the couch and fell asleep, feeling in a daze someone carry her back to her room.

Ju Mang fell asleep grogily, and Tian Yunjiang saw the hairpin on her desk.

Something is wrong with the hairpin.

Tian Yunjiang picked up the hairpin, and the color of the water in several places was obviously different from before.

The material of this hairpin was selected by him from hundreds of stones, and he drew a drawing, and watched the whole process of production.

The pale white light fell on his eyelashes and hair, like a layer of frost and snow, his eyes were like hanging beads, and the light was like waves.

He looked back at Jumang, as if aware of what had happened.

When Ju Mang opened her eyes, she found her brother standing at the desk looking at her.

Ju Mang hurriedly sat up: "What's wrong?"

Tian Yunjiang didn't expose anything, his voice was very gentle, and he was too tolerant: "It's okay, you should be very tired today, sleep well."

Ju Mang was relieved, and lay down again to continue sleeping.

Tian Yunjiang gently put down the hairpin that he knew was a broken hairpin, but he didn't say a word.

Shen Sifan couldn't sleep all night, and his excitement made him toss and turn for years that had been quiet and calm.

And after the institute got the news from Shen Sifan, it also suddenly realized.

I didn't expect it to be like this.

Everyone was thinking about how to restore before, and never thought about testing the dye, and the color of the Fusang tree and clothes may also be a coincidence, not necessarily a sentence of Mangshen, but with that sentence should not be Sifan, everything seems to be out of the water.

So much so that the institute wrote a report overnight, and the next day when the news came out, the editorial department of a professional historical magazine asked the institute for an interview and wanted to interview Shen Sifan.

This is a major discovery of the main tomb of the county of Mishui, and it is very likely that it is closely related to the cause of her death and the reason for her sole burial. In addition, it was such a coincidence that the historian who discovered this was called Sifan.

Gu Yuansheng, as the editor-in-chief, decided to go out on his own as soon as he got this task.

The others in the editorial department asked Gu Yuansheng, "Sister Gu, you don't need to go out, let's go."

Gu Yuansheng just smiled lightly: "I have a certain understanding of this historian, and this interview may be more appropriate for me to do."

When Shen Sifan tutored Ju Mang in her homework the next day, she found that she was wearing the hairpin he repaired, inserted in the head of the ball, and her style and makeup were very flattering to her, which did not look foreign or earthy, but was very suitable.

He suddenly said, "Is that hairpin important to you?"

Ju Mang reached out and touched the hairpin a little unnaturally.

Shen Sifan's voice was calm: "I see that you have been wearing it, and when you repair it and give it to you, you are also very happy."

Even tears of joy.

Ju Mang put down his hand, but didn't look at him, as if avoiding the important: "It's really important."

Shen Sifan's slender fingers turned over the pages, and his voice sounded faintly: "The broken hairpin is over, the heart is broken, the broken hairpin has not been a good idea since ancient times, it is best not to let the person who gave you the hairpin know that it has been broken."

Ju Mang didn't hear the sound outside the strings, and hurriedly responded, "Okay."

A teacher in the office came to remind Shen Sifan, after all, he was a classmate, and there was a lot of ridicule in his tone: "Teacher Shen, Editor-in-Chief Gu has come to look for you."

Shen Sifan finished marking the last line of knowledge points for her: "Got it."

He got up, "You do these questions here first, I have an interview."

Ju Mang nodded hurriedly, watched him leave, and found that he was dressed very formally today, his hair was combed back, he wore a shirt and a suit, and his trousers wrapped his slender legs, and when he stepped away, he was as calm as a jade bead.

The teacher in the office teased, "You didn't see that Mr. Shen was dressed strangely handsome today."

Another teacher laughed: "This appearance is the appearance of being caught by the list in ancient times, isn't it normal to be handsome?"

"How can it be the same, the person I want to see today is Editor-in-Chief Gu, who was full of wind and rain in the city at the beginning, no matter how you say it, it was your first love, of course you have to meet decently."

Jumang's pen stopped.

And another teacher in the office didn't understand: "Editor-in-chief Gu? Which Gu editor-in-chief? What's wrong with Professor Shen?"

"Isn't Editor-in-Chief Gu the editor-in-chief of the historical journal we have been watching?"

The teacher suddenly realized.

Another teacher sorted out the books on the table: "The girl liked him at first, he didn't know if he didn't like people or held it, the people behind him ran away, Professor Shen hurriedly chased after him, but the result was that he couldn't catch up, and it didn't take long for Editor-in-Chief Gu and the actor to be together, do you say that Professor Shen, who was just a junior graduate student back then, was he angry?"

The sneer on the other side: "But now that actor is also out of breath, to be honest, isn't Shen Sifan better than the actor? In terms of status, Shen Sifan's status in the academic circle is far greater than that of the actor, and his face is not worse than others, not to mention that his father is still Secretary Shen, and he is completely a class that the actor can't touch."

"Hey, maybe people have left a long time ago, but because they are celebrities, they won't announce it, and Editor-in-Chief Gu is here this time, and it's impossible to say if he and Shen Sifan have rekindled their old relationship."

The other teacher wanted to say something, but Jumang's calm voice suddenly sounded: "Teacher, are you finished?"

The three of them noticed that there was a little girl behind the desk baffle.

One of the teachers smiled, "You are Shen Sifan's student, you don't know much about your teacher. These things were well-known at NUS that year, and they are also private matters of your teachers, and you as a student should not get involved in them."

Jumang stood up,

Although timid, he tightened his face and said indifferently, "Teacher, since it is a private matter, isn't it even more inappropriate for you to discuss it like this."

The teachers still wanted to explain, but Ju Mang got up and left directly.

One of them was disgusted: "This kid."

"It's not a loss to Shen Sifan for tutoring alone, he is a good boy, it's because our mouths are too broken, let's work."

And Ju Mang went out, happened to pass by the conference room through the window, and saw the woman who was rumored to be entangled with Shen Sifan.

The other side of the glass window.

The woman has black hair like a waterfall, her appearance is not very stunning but soft and elegant, she is very temperamental but still has the clear spirit of a girl, and she is smiling lightly at Shen Sifan.

Shen Sifan didn't smile on his face, but his eyes kept falling on the woman.

Inside the window, Gu Yuansheng smiled lightly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, you have changed so much."

Shen Sifan's eyes fell on her, and he also saw her changes, and said lightly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have changed a lot."

Gu Yuansheng chuckled: "Professor Shen, you seem to have changed into a different person, you have become very calm, you were not like this before, why should you lift my back collar and pick me up when you meet, and deliberately tease me."

Shen Sifan's tone was indifferent, without too many ups and downs: "Then you should also scold me when you meet."