Ren Zixian gradually got better, her mind was highly concentrated, and her eyes fell on the spotlight again.

'How do you get rid of the mold in the coffin when all means of medicine cannot penetrate?' ’

Cheng Jie's cold sweat dripped down, her hands trembled and she gritted her teeth again to change the tune.

Let Zixian keep up calmly and calmly, without reducing panic at all.

'How do you repair a lacquer painting that has been crumbled into dregs when the inside is damp and the outside is dry?' ’

Can't cope, no strategy......

A white spotlight fell overhead, and he was left to look at his own shadow on the ground.

If you don't touch it, you can't deal with mold, but if you come into contact with it, it's easy to hurt the lacquer painting, how to deal with it?

Suddenly, a strange thud broke the perfect sound.

Cheng Jie's face turned pale in an instant, she made a mistake!

Ren Zixian didn't even have a head, and then based on the sound of Cheng Jie's mistake, he played a solo melody on the other end.

The violin's voice is elegant and delicate, and the originally fierce and high-spirited tune suddenly becomes elegant and lingering.

The whole empty venue is a lonely scene, she stands on the stage, obviously in the limelight but alone gives birth to a paranoid lonely temperament.

Cheng Jie looked at Ren Zixian's solo, involuntarily put down the guitar, held her breath and listened to Ren Ziidle's solo.

It's like a stage specially prepared for your own leisure, and you don't even need other people's foils.

Ren Zixian gently pulled the bowstring, and the song ended, drawing a perfect end.

For a while, both the audience and the staff forgot that this was Cheng Jie's concert.

"You ......" Cheng Jie spoke, and then remembered that the limelight was all stolen by Ren Ziidle, and she was just about to say something, when she saw the agent begging her with his hands folded.

Cheng Jie sighed, and immediately changed her face: "The young lady is so amazing, has she really not been exposed to music before?" ”

Ren Zi was stunned for a while, after more than ten minutes of getting along, she was already very sure that Cheng Jie was making things difficult for her, otherwise she would not have wantonly changed the score in such a public occasion, but now what she said was kind to her relatives.

"Hmm," Ren Zixian is more cold.

"Music will not refuse anyone, as long as you have a dream of music, it is never too late," Cheng Jie lost face because of Ren Ziidle, and she didn't want to say a word to her at this time, "Then thank you, little sister, please sit down on stage." ”

Ren Zixian didn't say much, and went straight off the stage with the violin.

At this time, Cheng Jie's agency had already sent someone to come - Tang Wan called their CEO directly.

The people brought by her Tang Wan were so embarrassed, which was a blatant embarrassment for Tang Wan.

Even if she doesn't care about herself, then Tang Wan will teach Cheng Jie some lessons for the sake of the Tang family and the Lin family's face.

……

However, after waiting for half an hour, Ren Zixian did not return to her original seat, and she left from the backstage.

"Lin Qingsong," Tang Wan lost the person, so she could only call Lin Qingsong, "Ren Zixian is gone." ”

"What?" Lin Qingsong had just finished an urgent long meeting, and his eyebrows suddenly ached, "What do you mean it's gone?" ”

Tang Wan took a deep breath and said succinctly, "I took her out to watch the concert, but she got lost backstage." ”

"Did you go find it?" Lin Qingsong gestured to Wang Qi.

Wang Qi called the driver to drive the car over.

"I found it, the concert staff are all helping to find it, and I adjusted the monitoring to confirm that she left by herself, and I don't know where she will go."

"Did something happen?" Lin Qingsong asked, "She is not this kind of person who says goodbye without saying goodbye. ”

Tang Wan fell silent for a moment, and Lin Qingsong asked again: "You say." ”

"I met the little lover you raised before." Tang Wan sighed, "It's the little star named Cheng Jie, who targeted Ren Zixian a little, and then disappeared." ”

"Good, good." Lin Qingsong's face turned pale in an instant, "Find the person for me first, and then deal with it." ”

……

Yan City has entered the depths of winter, goose feathers and heavy snow are falling one after another, and the empty streets are free to walk slowly in the snow.

She was obviously still thinking about it, and she couldn't find that possibility among the thousands of formulas.

Ren Zixian stretched out his hand to catch the snowflake and watched it melt in the palm of his hand, not by soaking the method, otherwise it will destroy the color of the lacquer painting itself, but it is necessary to go deep into the inside to remove the mold, what should I do?

Countless images of light rushed towards her like a tidal wave, depriving her of her breath and making her whole body seem to be filled with potions and ice and snow.

The light was pervasive, and the world before him became strange, and the surrounding lights converged into a huge lacquer coffin, with the smell of earth.

Ren Zixian saw countless fluorescent fluorescences fall in front of her eyes, passing through the coffin that had already fallen apart.

The person standing in front of Fluorescent was her, and she wanted to get closer, but every step she took accelerated the decay of the coffin.

Colorful dots of light sped in her direction, and she couldn't grasp any of them.

Ren Zixian braved the wind and snow to walk forward, without an umbrella, and his body was covered with snow.

A melody rang in her ears, either reliant or high-spirited, vibrating her chest and mobilizing her nerves.

Lin Qingsong was seeing this scene when he was driving, originally he thought that Ren Zixian was very ignorant, obviously he had already broken up with Cheng Jie, and he still had to lose his temper with him when he was so busy.

At this time, all the impatience of seeing Ren Ziidle's impatience turned into pity and soft-heartedness.

He stopped the car, grabbed his coat, and hurried to catch up with him.

Ren Zixian suddenly stopped in place, and she gasped for breath, as if someone had sucked away the only air she had.

"Leave it at your leisure!" Lin Qingsong watched Ren Zixian fall back straight, and his heart went into arrest in an instant.

Lin Qingsong rushed over and hugged her before Ren Zixian landed, and the wind and snow melted all on her body.

Ren Zi's idle gaze gradually focused, and her eyelashes were full of ice and snow.

"I ......," she began, her voice hoarse and gloomy, "I thought of it!" I'm going to school. You send me to school! ”

Ren Zixian turned around and reached out to grab Lin Qingsong's sleeve, struggling to get up.

Lin Qingsong wrapped her in a coat: "Okay, I'll send you to school." ”

She seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and before she could come back to her senses, she was carried into the car by Lin Qingsong.

Lin Qingsong looked at her pale face: "What are you going to do, I may be able to help you." ”

He knows very well how much Ren Zixian has paid because of this project, so Lin Qingsong must give her all the support, not only for Ren Zixian, but also for Lin Qingsong himself.

Ren Zixian blinked his eyes: "I'm going to go to school, bring all the fake test products, and I'm going to do an experiment." ”

Her lips were cold and white, but her eyes were glowing.

Lin Qingsong couldn't help but remember that he had watched her answer before, so confident and flamboyant, like a star that people couldn't look at directly.

"I know," Lin Qingsong wiped her hair with the spare towel in the car, "Good student, you have to tell me what you have to do, so I can help you." ”

Ren Zixian finally understood what he meant: "I want to do an experiment on the mold inside lacquer paintings, and I need a lot of lacquer paintings to provide data. ”

She paused for a moment, then added, "The more the merrier." ”

Lin Qingsong chuckled and reached out to touch her face: "You don't have to go to get a fake, I can help you." ”

He drove Ren Zixian to the Zhu family's cultural relics storage base, which has the country's largest cultural relics restoration laboratory and has tens of millions of cultural relics samples.

Ren Zixian followed Lin Qingsong into the cultural relics restoration base with the Zhu family logo, and only then did he realize that Lin Qingsong seemed to have taken over the Zhu family.

Sooner than she expected......

It can save time, and of course it will not be hypocritical to refuse.

Lin Qingsong had already instructed his cultural relics restorer to follow up on the project, and although he believed that Ren Zixian could handle it well, he could not help but prepare for both.

You can't come up with the most innovative solution, at least you have to have a backup plan ready.

He understands that he is young, energetic, and likes challenging things, but some things cannot be done with enthusiasm.

Although Lin Qingsong had just taken over the Zhu family's business, after graduation, he followed Lin Kaifeng in the business world, so he naturally understood that he could not fight an unprepared battle at any time.

Ren Zixian was taken into a warehouse, which was brightly lit, and it was already night, but the coffin was being repaired in full swing.

Although the Zhu family is engaged in antique restoration, it is also the leader of the industry, and will not be led by those school research institutes. It is also normal to have your own research room and research base.

Just in the car, Lin Qingsong had already asked Wang Qi to find all the lacquer paintings that were in line with the conditions, and used the channels of the Zhu family to transfer the lacquer paintings that could meet the requirements from all over the country.

This is the first time he has used the resources and contacts of the Zhu family, and he doesn't understand the enthusiasm for these scientific researchers, but since the Zhu family's industry has been handed over to him, it is business.

Projects that Mowen Lab and the Cultural Relics Restoration Factory can't do, they don't necessarily can't do.

When the person in charge of the lacquer coffin group heard that Lin Qingsong was coming, he immediately rushed over: "Mr. Lin, we have formulated two sets of plans, which are the analysis of the lacquer coffin and the infiltration restoration. Among them, the analysis of lacquer coffins must separate the coffin from the lacquer painting......"

The person in charge looked at Lin Qingsong's attitude, and immediately turned his head and reported the current progress with Ren Zixian, and said 'Teacher Ren' one by one, with a very respectful attitude.

Lin Qingsong raised his hand to stop him and continued, and said to Ren Zixian: "As long as it is something here, you can use it, if you have something missing, call Wang Qi, or you can find me." ”

Ren Zixian nodded, and then Lin Qingsong touched her face: "Don't save, so far, there are more than 12,600 ancient lacquer paintings in the Zhujia Antique Shop, all of which have been transferred from the warehouse, and you can do whatever you want." ”

The person in charge breathed stagnantly next to him, and all the lacquer paintings of the Zhujia antique store were all for her to do an experiment?

Ren Ziyi was stunned, of course she understood the concept of 12,600 pieces, but she had to do it.

"Thank you."

Before Lin Qingsong turned around, he heard a sentence as thin as a mosquito.