Perhaps in order to feel this artistic conception in an immersive way, even the buildings next to it are changing depending on the objects placed, as if the classical picture has been reproduced.

Not only that, but even the lights on the walls have been adjusted at various angles to get the light exactly where it is needed most.

Bai Ling became interested, she seemed to be walking on a promenade with no one, and the promenade was only full of these treasures, and every step forward seemed to be the years passing in her ears.

She sensed something waiting for her in front of her, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace, and finally arrived, the innermost store.

It was a batch of silk cloth.

On the silk cloth, a pattern is embroidered in the most delicate and good way, and this pattern is an unfinished product.

There are dried blood stains on the silk cloth, perhaps this silk cloth witnesses a reform change, the fall of a dynasty.

The silk cloth has turned yellow, and the edges have begun to fall apart, which shows the long history.

Bai Ling didn't hold back, and reached out his fingertips to touch it gently.

The roughness from the fingertips cut the hands slightly, but the satisfaction from the bottom of my heart was indeed refreshing.

After a while, Bai Ling withdrew his finger and did not touch it a second time.

It's just that the awe in my eyes for this work is undiminished.

Mu Ye behind him was participating in the exhibition of the museum with his own people, but it can be said that Mu Ye's footsteps have been following Bai Ling, with a distance of five meters, but Bai Ling's movements all fell into Mu Ye's eyes.

Seeing Bai Ling's attitude change, Mu Ye asked the translator beside him in a low voice.

"She knows embroidery?"

The translator's eyes widened suddenly, "Don't look at her young age, she is a well-known embroidery master in China, and she was invited to be a judge in the previous national competition." ”

Although he doesn't know how to embroider, he is very good at hearing it.

The cold color in Mu Ye's eyes turned slightly.

I thought she just knew a little bit about fur, but I didn't expect that she was still an embroidery master.

"Mr. Fujino, that's the end of the day, shouldn't we go to the curator?" The man who came with Mu Ye whispered in their native language behind Mu Ye.

"Let's go." Mu Ye retracted his gaze and turned away, his afterglow swept over the cold figure.

Bailing?

They should see each other again.

Bai Ling's perception has always been very good, so from the very beginning, there was a line of sight projected onto her own immortals, she had already discovered it, but Bai Ling didn't pay attention to it.

At this time, he felt that the sight was gone, and Bai Ling withdrew his gaze and turned to the aisle.

There was a man in front of him, all dressed very seriously, and they were walking back, not knowing what they were talking about, but most of them were dominated by the brown curly hair in the middle.

So the one who was looking at him just now was one of them?

No matter what their purpose was, Bai Ling had already finished watching the museum exhibition, so he slowly stepped on his high heels and went back to find Fang Qingyan and Pei Xiaoman.

Fang Qingyan and Pei Xiaoman were more interested in other things, so the route they took just now was different, and Bai Ling was about to go to them at this moment.

"Sister-in-law, have you finished reading? This museum is so amazing, no wonder it only opens three times a year, have you seen anything interesting over there? It's okay on my side, nothing unusual, it's just that my leg hurts. ”

Pei Xiaoman found a place to sit, beat his legs, and said painfully and happily.

"If you're tired, then rest for a while and then go back, Mom, I'll help you sit down for a while." Bai Ling helped Fang Qingyan to sit next to Pei Xiaoman, but she didn't sit down herself, she stood behind Fang Qingyan.

With his hand, he gently pinched Fang Qingyan's shoulder.

"Ling'er, sit down for a while, don't get tired." Fang Qingyan felt the movement on his shoulder, pulling Bai Ling's hand and saying seriously.

"It's okay, I'm not tired." Bai Ling continued his movements.

Feeling the stiffness on Fang Qingyan's shoulder, she gave her a good rub with moderate strength, and after a while, she felt that Fang Qingyan's shoulder was completely relaxed.

Fang Qingyan couldn't refuse Bai Ling's superb technique, it was too comfortable.

At the same time, she felt guilty in her heart, everyone was tired, and she actually asked Bai Ling to pinch her shoulder.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Bai Ling's lips, and at this moment, she raised her eyes, and ten meters away, a group of men were talking around the two people.

The two men were dressed as museum staff, and one of them was wearing a sign on his chest, which was supposed to be the curator, and he added a little body movement when he spoke.

The men in black suits were different, most of the time what the curator said would be relayed by another man, and the shaking of his lips probably showed that they were not Chinese, and they didn't know which language they spoke.

So just now a bunch of foreigners were looking at themselves?

The other side seemed to be talking about it, and finally the two sides shook hands, which can be regarded as some kind of cooperation.

Mu Ye felt the gaze coming from his side, he tilted his head slightly, although it was far away, he still felt the indifference contained in that sight.

Seeing that the person turned out to be Bai Ling, Mu Ye's frosty eyes suddenly melted, his eyes hooked, and he nodded at her, which was regarded as a greeting.

Bai Ling retracted his gaze and ignored him.

"Let's go, my brother said he had arrived." Pei Xiaoman shook his phone.

"Okay."

The group of them left just a hurried glance.

Mu Ye's eyes were filled with a lot of interest, he really didn't expect to meet a person who was so interested in him in Huaguo.

Bai Ling hated the look in the person's eyes just now, that look was cold and false, even if he was laughing, it was a fake smile, not shouting the truth, such a person was quite difficult to contact.

Pei Ti's car was parked next to the museum, and the most eye-catching one was.

At this time, the three of them walked towards the car, and before they arrived, they saw Pei Ti getting out of the car.

Seeing Bai Ling's glance, Pei Ti had feelings rolling in his eyes, but he was well restrained and pressed under his eyes.

"Get in the car." Pei Ti personally opened the co-pilot's door for Bai Ling and invited Bai Ling to sit on it.

Pei Xiaoman also opened the back seat and sat with Fang Qingyan.

Along the way, Pei Xiaoman was like a bird, always chattering endlessly, so happy.

Bai Ling didn't say much, she hadn't seen Pei Ti for so many days, she looked at the person in front of her carefully.

The whites of his eyes are a little yellow, and there is red blood in them, which is a sign that he has not rested well for a long time, although he came here after shaving, it is not difficult to see that Pei Ti has no energy today, he is very tired.

Bai Ling pursed his lower lip slightly, didn't say anything, and the original joy gradually receded.

Feeling that the atmosphere in the car was wrong, Pei Xiaoman gradually quieted down.

(End of chapter)