"The heart of the painting is seriously brittle, a large crack divides the picture into two, and the life paper and the painting heart are sticky," Ren Zixian carefully observed the connection between the painting heart and the life paper, "This degree of adhesion will damage the painting heart if you are not careful." ”

"So how are you going to uncover it?" Professor Mok asked, "What method?" ”

At this time, several senior brothers and sisters also came around, and they would all be forced to ask by Professor Mo once before starting the painting, the purpose was also to make their thinking clearer before they started.

This painting, they all have the impression that it is the schoolwork of a senior brother who was killed.

I still remember that Professor Mo directly said to his senior brother at that time: "You can't fix this painting." ”

And now the painting is being taken out as a test for newcomers.

Sure enough, the senior brother before raised his eyebrows, and even he couldn't restore the ancient paintings, as a newcomer, could he still do it well?

Before he could speak for the little junior sister, he resigned himself to idleness: "You don't need to uncover it, the damage to the life paper is not serious, and the mildew on the surface is just some small penicillium." The heart and paper are heavily sticky, and if forcibly removed, there will only be greater damage. ”

Professor Mo Wen nodded, and Ren Zixian immediately said: "If the owner of the painting must wash off the mildew, you can rinse it with a medicinal agent." ”

"What potions?"

"Alcohol, oxalic acid, potassium permanganate...... Look at what this painting needs. "But I won't touch this painting lightly." ”

The senior brother who was killed in his homework was disdainful in his heart, and it was really a student that Fengjing didn't want, so he snorted coldly: "This can't be repaired?" ”

"Because of the author of this painting." Ren Zixian shook his head, "Every time we restore a painting, we are building on the original foundation, no matter how old we do, it will not be the previous painting." ”

"Then you say the author ......" Senior brother doesn't believe in evil, and turned over the author of this painting with disdain, "It's Mr. Gu Liang......"

The brothers and sisters around him all gasped, Gu Liang was a painter more than a hundred years ago, good at landscapes, flowers and birds, but all his painting papers were specially made by his wife.

Not only is there no such thing as the same ancient paper, but it is not even possible to repair it with similar materials.

In this way, not only the slightly moldy painting heart, but also the torn and torn backing paper is indispensable.

As a painter, he does strive for excellence, but in the eyes of the restorer, he is one of the most troublesome people.

Some professors have tried to make up for it before, but it costs a lot just to make the paper look like it's close.

Now that the senior brother wants to make up for this work, it should not be possible without more than half a year.

"The mold of the backing paper of this painting is too serious, if it is moved, the backing paper will not be saved." Ren Zixian gently stroked the frame of the painting, "If it is replaced, the ship of Theseus, which keeps changing the planks, as long as it does not replace the broken plank at the beginning, it will not become another sailing ship." The painting doesn't need to take such a big risk yet. ”

"The ship of Theseus?" Senior sister and senior brother looked at each other.

It is a philosophical proposition: a ship can sail at sea for hundreds of years, all thanks to constant repairs and replacement parts.

As soon as a plank rots, it will be replaced, and so on, until all the parts are not the original, is the ship still the original ship of Theseus, or is it a completely different ship?

If it wasn't the original ship, then at what point was it no longer the original?

This proposition is so famous that it has even produced a number of philosophical works discussing him.

Ren Zixian: "Every part of this painting is a cultural relic, and Mr. Gu Liang's work is precious because of this special hand-made ancient paper, if it is replaced, then the ship of Theseus will no longer be the original ship."

Professor Mo Wen smiled: "But what we are doing is not decryption, and the shipwright will not think about such a profound issue." ”

Ren Zixian gently rolled up the painting: "It's just some of my foolish opinions." ”

Professor Mo Wen looked at her deeply, "I seem to understand why Professor Yu insisted on sending you over. The job of a restorer is to preserve antiquities rather than good craftsmen. You have to have a sense of reverence for these old fellows. ”

After that, he glanced at the senior brother who had been killed before, and the latter's face turned slightly red, obviously not thinking of this layer.

"Alright," Professor Mo Wen clapped his hands, "it's almost time, you guys pack up and get ready to go home." When you come on Monday, you will bring a new topic, don't let me rush you, and let yourself be idle, you will follow me to fix later. ”

The other students couldn't help but gasp and looked at each other, and even a few of the senior brothers and sisters had very ugly faces.

Directly follow Professor Mo Wen to do practical operations, you can get in touch with the most high-end instruments and equipment, and you don't have to worry about not getting decent results.

If you are interested, you may also have access to national collections......

This kind of opportunity can be said to be something that these students may not be able to get even if they stay up for four years.

Ren Zi was stunned for a moment, and then nodded to indicate that he knew, as if he was unaware of the jealous eyes of the senior brothers and sisters.

……

The Lin family's old house has been raining down since the evening, and there is a trend of intensification.

The rain became denser, and the live-in aunt knocked on Mrs. Lin's door: "Madam, the young master has been waiting outside for half the night, you might as well meet him." ”

This was followed by a smashing sound: "Let him go!" Don't come back to see me! ”

Auntie had no choice, and shook her head through the window to Lin Qingsong, who was standing straight, downstairs.

"Mr. Lin, do you want to go first?" Wang Qi asked tentatively while holding an umbrella for Lin Qingsong.

Lin Qingsong's face was gloomy, and he spit out two words after a while: "Open the door." ”

Wang Qi didn't dare to delay, so he could only immediately let people open the door of the old mansion.

Lin Qingsong kicked open Zhu Jinglan's door with a full body of moisture, and saw that the room was in a mess.

Zhu Jinglan sat by the sealed window and looked out, as if she was missing something.

Broken glass almost leaves this room with no place to put your feet.

Lin Qingsong took off his wet coat and threw it aside, and asked in a deep voice, "Mom, how long are you going crazy?" ”

One sentence brought Zhu Jinglan back to reality from his confusion, looked at Lin Qingsong in surprise for a moment, and then instantly became angry.

She threw the thin quilt at Lin Qingsong: "You get out!" I don't want to see you! ”

Lin Qingsong threw the pillow at his feet, and said in an indifferent tone: "If it weren't for the fact that my brother is dead, do you think I want to see you?" ”

This sentence shocked Zhu Jinglan, and then hugged her head and got up hysterically: "Your brother is dead, are you very happy!" Your dad doesn't care! You don't care! He struggled for so long......"

Lin Qingsong didn't care about Zhu Jinglan's tears: "If you don't remember, I can remind you again that Lin Xuedi is dead, it was an accident, and it's been four years." ”

"It's not an accident, it's not an accident......" Zhu Jinglan gasped for breath, as if she had been drained of oxygen by such a sentence.

No matter how much evidence there is to prove that Lin Xuedi's death was an accident, Zhu Jinglan doesn't believe it.

She insisted on thinking that someone was deliberately murdering, and Lin Qingsong could only follow her.

"If you want to live to see your most beloved son get revenge, then give me good treatment and strive to live a few more years." Lin Qingsong didn't care about Zhu Jinglan, couldn't cry and turned to leave.

"Does the young master want to change his clothes? How is her, ma'am? The aunt was anxious, "I didn't expect her to enter the guest room while I wasn't paying attention." ”

"Remove all the door locks in the house, and slam the door if this happens again next time." Lin Qingsong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is she still cooking now?" ”

"Yes. Steamed sea bass, braised abalone...... Then a few dishes are made over and over again. Auntie said.

And Lin Qingsong snorted coldly: "It's all Lin Xuedi likes to eat." She was afraid that she had forgotten that there was another son. ”

Auntie's expression was complicated, and Lin Qingsong had already strode back into the heavy rain.

……

Ren Zixian fumbled at the door for a long time and didn't find the key to his new home, and was calling Wang Qi: "Hello, I'm Ren Zixian, I forgot to bring ......"

With a bang, the door was opened from the outside, and Lin Qingsong was wearing a bathrobe, water droplets slid down his cheeks and chest, frowning and looking worried.

No matter how busy he was, he didn't neglect his own exercise, and his chest and abdominal muscles were faintly behind the bathrobe.

Ren Zi was still holding the phone in her idle hand, she didn't expect the door to open, and subconsciously took a step back.

The next moment turned into surprise, and he threw himself into Lin Qingsong's arms, and his tone was full of intimacy: "Are you back?" ”

Lin Qingsong hugged her with a full embrace, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot in an instant.

"Why are you back?" Ren Zixian hugged Lin Qingsong's waist, raised his head and his eyes were bright, and the enthusiasm in his eyes was unconcealed.

Ren Zixian was dressed in ordinary clothes, holding a book like an ordinary student, and the whole person was well-behaved like a doll.

The tone of talking to Wang Qi revealed detachment and calmness, which was completely different from the appearance in front of Lin Qingsong.

The obvious difference made the corners of Lin Qingsong's lips slightly raised, and his mood was a lot better, and his big hand gently patted Ren Zixian's back.

Originally, Lin Qingsong came here just to change clothes, but now that he is soft, he doesn't want to just change clothes.

"What do you want to eat?" Ren Zixian took his hand and entered the door.

Maybe it's because the elderly at home have to take care of it, so Ren Zixian learned to cook early and did it well.

"It's all right, you can do it." Lin Qingsong watched Ren Zixian change his shoes and walked straight to the kitchen, his steps were brisk, as if he was about to jump up, grabbed her hand, locked the person into his arms, and bowed his head and kissed him.

Ren Zixian didn't resist at all, turned around and hugged him, and handed his lips to him.

After a while, Ren Zixian's eyes were moist, he gasped slightly and broke away some distance, and looked at him with a slight red look at his eyes: "Why are you in such a hurry, let's eat first." So how about I make you a grilled lamb chop? ”

"Okay." Lin Qingsong thought for a while, "I still want to eat braised pork." ”

Ren nodded and went into the kitchen to cook.

Lin Qingsong, on the other hand, turned on the computer to work, and the dishes he was free to eat were not delicacies, they were all often made at home.

But these are the things that make Lin Qingsong feel at ease, and the taste is really to his taste.

Ren Zixian cooked quickly, and when Lin Qing finished the video conference, the hot dinner was put on the table.

Juicy roasted lamb chops and braised pork with fat and lean are placed in the middle, along with four plates of savoury side dishes.

For only two people, these dishes are really enough.

Outside the window, a light rain began to fall at some point, and the raindrops rustled against the glass window and slid down.

Lin Qingsong had a large amount of rice, and he ate a table of hot dishes, and the two put the dishes into the sink and waited for the cleaning aunt to clean up.

"I hate rainy days the most." Ren Zi snuggled up in the sofa, looking at the rain outside a little distracted.

"Why?" Lin Qingsong sat beside her and encircled her in his arms.

"But there are good things in the rainy season." Ren Zixian didn't answer Lin Qingsong's words, and turned his head to look at him, "I studied microbiology before, and my life was very poor, I worked three part-time jobs, I went to deliver newspapers before class in the morning, and I would go to convenience stores and coffee shops to help at noon and when there were no classes in the evening." ”

"Later, my grandmother got sick, I couldn't make any money, I only slept four hours a day, I opened my eyes and thought about earning money, and every day I took the sandwiches that were thrown away from the convenience store and were about to expire to eat, but what others didn't want was my ration for the day. I go out before dawn every day and come home at one o'clock in the morning. Even so, I didn't earn enough money to pay for my medical bills. Then the landlord found me and told me that I had found a job as a guide. 1,500 a day, only two hours. ”

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

Ren Zixian rubbed Lin Qingsong's palm prints: "Yes, it was the ...... who hired me." A college student who came from other places for tourism happened to live next door to my house for two months. I wasn't originally a native of Fengjing, so I had to do a strategy the night before, racking my brains to plan my itinerary and memorize the allusions and history of places of interest. The next day, he stumbled and walked around with people. ”

Lin Qingsong raised his eyebrows, thinking about the appearance of giving people popular science by reciting the introduction of places of interest and historic sites for a night, and chuckled: "What happened later?" ”

"I also took the wrong fork in the road several times, and even delayed the plane home." Ren Zixian chuckled, "Later, I learned that he didn't need a tour guide at all, just because I came home too late every day and the house was not soundproofed so he couldn't sleep." ”

"Why don't you want a contact information, it's your benefactor." Lin Qingsong pinched Ren Ziid's waist and rubbed it gently.

Ren Zixian turned around and leaned on his shoulder, in his ear: "Then he left, we have not been in touch." It's a pity, I should have left a contact information at that time. ”

Lin Qingsong's eyebrows jumped, and he controlled her thin waist unhappily and pinched it heavily.

Ren Zi smiled and struggled, cheerful and playful, turned over and sat on Lin Qingsong's lap, and lightly tapped his fingers on his chest: "You are jealous." ”

Her eyebrows and eyes were flying, her eyes were full of love, and the fingertips on Lin Qingsong's body seemed to be on fire.

Ren Zixian leaned over and kissed Lin Qingsong's lips lightly: "Do you want to do it?" ”