Chapter 12 Something is going to happen

Qin Tian walked to Qin Yunjie's door with a heavy heart, then she remembered that she hadn't brought him anything from her trip to England. She went to a shop along the street outside the community, bought a box of fried shrimp and a watermelon, and went to her father's house.

What left her speechless was that he had cooked the same scallion shrimp that she had thrown away the previous time because it was so salty and bitter. She had clearly told him that she no longer liked eating shrimp. Now, there were three dishes on the table, two of which were shrimp.

She didn't care about filial piety, and she had already shut out the gossip of relatives from her life. But having dinner with Qin Yunjie was one of the few ways she connected with her family, even if it was just a routine matter.

So much happened during her trip to England that, though she never looked back, her brain summoned memories of Tong Zhongyuan, He Xiangu, and her mother.

Qin Yunjie put down his bowl and said he was full. Qin Tian, ​​who was sitting on the sofa, stood up, which meant that this week's routine visit was coming to an end.

But today, she suddenly wanted to ask him a question. She had asked him this before over the years. Each time, she was met with silence. Later, she stopped asking; she no longer wanted to know what he was hiding.

Today, Grandma Nostalgia stood at the console of her brain and pressed the button to talk about the past.

This was the first time she had asked him this in her adult life, and it would be the last.

"Dad, I went into the collection warehouse today." Qin Tian looked at him, "The copper coin is right there."

Qin Yunjie stopped cleaning the table.

"I've been thinking these days that time really does change a person. Some people become completely different from when they were little, and I'm no exception. I'm already 30 years old this year, and there are many things I couldn't understand before, but now I can slowly understand them. Can you tell me, back then... why did you do this? It's worthless and has no meaning, so why would you take such a big risk and keep it at home? I was too young back then and really wasn't a good listener. But now I can."

Qin Yunjie held the worn-out rag in his hand. He raised his hand, as if he couldn't remember what to do. In a moment, he spread the rag on the table and continued the unfinished wiping work.

"What's there to say about the past?" He swept the shrimp shells into the empty bowl.

Qin Tian looked at him disappointedly, but she didn't say anything, leaving only silence in the air. Qin Yunjie finally put down the rag and turned around to look at his 30-year-old daughter.

"After all," he said, "your mother lived five more years."

Qin Tian lay back and closed her eyes. She should have known better. There was no other reason. It was just what she thought. Ignorance, superstition, and a lack of professional faith. Life is not shaped by how much one has read or how much one has traveled, but by cognition and deeply ingrained beliefs.

Qin Tian put on his backpack, walked to the door, turned around and said lightly: "I will come over for dinner next week. Don't cook shrimp anymore. I really don't want to eat."

Qin Yunjie nodded and said, "I understand."

Qin Tian changed into shoes and opened the door. The door lock made a muffled sound. Qin Yunjie came to see her off.

"Then come over next week and I'll roast some ribs. By the way, where were you last week? I specially roasted some ribs, but I didn't expect you to come."

Qin Tian looked back at him, holding the door lock. She knew he didn't understand her, nor did he want to. Every family was different, and she only had a few kinship ties. She didn't care; she wasn't a child anymore.

"I'm on a business trip in England."

She walked into the corridor without looking back.

No matter how stormy the voyage, as long as the ship doesn't capsize, there will always be calm. Qin Tian didn't know whether her ship had capsized or not. Ming Yuanxing never mentioned the eleven artifacts again, as if the incident had never happened.

She distributed the souvenirs she brought from England to her colleagues in the same group. As for the brooches used to protect the circulation of cultural relics, she gave them to Song Suiyang from the cultural relics restoration team.

Song Suiyang is a beautiful and lovely young woman who works as a porcelain restorer at the Shanghai Museum. She joined the museum the year she graduated, having topped her major, and has only been there for three years. Despite her youth, Ming Yuanxing holds high hopes for her. Since He Wu's departure, the museum's restoration department has collapsed, and to this day, no one has been able to fully shore it up.

Song Suiyang's colleagues in the same group were all a bit older, and their eating habits and conversation styles were completely different. It didn't take long for her to become good friends with Qin Tian. Actually, it was all because of Tang Zhixu.

Tang Zhixu was a reliable person after spending some time with him, but at first glance, he had a rather unconventional aura. It was that aura that particularly appealed to young, inexperienced girls. Song Suiyang was captivated by Tang Zhixu the moment he entered the museum. He found him incredibly handsome and unruly, with an air of indifference about him. Song Suiyang found everything about Tang Zhixu to be excellent, except for the fact that, no matter how he looked at it, he and Qin Tian seemed like a perfect match.

Song Suiyang was a person who could not hide things, and could not help but run to ask Qin Tian. Of course, Qin Tian told her the truth, that she and Tang Zhixu just looked down on each other. She suggested Song Suiyang not to be too impatient and wait a few months. In fact, she did not want to discourage her. She had met Tang Zhixu's ex-girlfriend. Tang Zhixu was not interested in the sunny little beauty type. He liked girls who were dazzling, well-dressed and sexy, the type that could be spotted at first sight in a vast crowd. But Song Suiyang did not give up, and hinted to Tang Zhixu that she was interested in him. Tang Zhixu was indeed not interested in her and had been keeping her in the dark. Fortunately, Song Suiyang was only mad at him for a while, and after crying a few times, she let it go. At first, she was a little bothered by the intersection with Tang Zhixu at work, but later she found a boyfriend and let it go. After all, they were all young people, and they naturally became close as they interacted more. They were more like friends than colleagues.

Qin Tian gave the brooch to Song Suiyang, who was so happy that she almost hugged him and spun around, saying it was really beautiful. Qin Tian was also very happy. This is how giving gifts works. If the other person likes it very much, the giver will also be in a good mood.

Song Suiyang asked her, "Did you visit Mr. He when you went to London this time?"

He Wu's name is an unrepeatable legend in the circle of ancient cultural relics restoration. Song Suiyang's eyes are always full of stars when he mentions her.

"I didn't see her, but I saw her son."

Song Suiyang became excited and asked, "WOW~ Then her son's repair skills must be extraordinary."

Qin Tian thought about it and felt that Tong Zhongyuan did not seem to follow his mother's path. Instead, like her, he worked as an appraiser of cultural relics.

"He doesn't do restoration. He works in the Chinese Gallery at the British Museum, doing appraisals of Chinese cultural relics."

"Oh," Song Suiyang was a little disappointed, "What a pity. I wish He Wu was my mother."

Qin Tian smiled: "What's so regrettable? Everyone has their own aspirations. The British Museum has no shortage of money or fame. They don't need to suffer this hardship."

"That's true." Song Suiyang looked at her hands. It's okay now. When she first learned to restore cultural relics, the skin on her hands peeled off badly. Her eyes were tired, her hands were tired, her heart was tired, her brain was tired, and every part of her body was tired. She also had to exercise regularly, especially when repairing some large pieces. She had to stand for a whole day, and she didn't have enough physical strength and her muscles were stiff. She really couldn't stick to it without some passion. She was a girl, so she chose lightweight porcelain. If a boy restored bronzes, it would be even more difficult. It was both a technical job and a physical job. That's why she admired He Wu even more. She was not only a master at restoring ancient porcelain, but also very good in the field of bronze restoration. It was just that due to her female status, she could only be limited to repairing small bronze pieces. So her reputation in bronze restoration was not as good as that in porcelain.

Tang Zhixu happened to pass by and saw Qin Tian chatting with Song Suiyang in the restoration room, so he walked in. Song Suiyang had already pinned the brooch Qin Tian had given her on her clothes, which matched her outfit perfectly. Tang Zhixu shifted his gaze to Qin Tian. She was still the same as usual, plain and simple, buying jewelry and giving it to others.

"What are you talking about?" Tang Zhixu said.

"Qin Tian said that he met He Wu's son in the UK, who also works at the British Museum." Song Suiyang answered quickly.

"Oh," Tang Zhixu remembered. His mother worked at the Shanghai Museum. "That guy."

Tang Zhixu glanced at Qin Tian. Speaking of the British Museum, Ming Yuanxing hadn't explained the eleven artifacts since they were put into storage. The reimbursement came quickly, but leaving things unresolved was always a source of worry. He asked her to ask Director Ming, but she refused to comment.

As luck would have it, Qin Tian's phone rang. The three characters "Ming Yuanxing" flashed brightly. Qin Tian didn't shy away from the two of them and answered the call directly. Ming Yuanxing said on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Qin, go to the restoration team and ask Xiao Song to come to my office with you."

Qin Tian was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and said to Song Suiyang, "Director Ming asked us to go to his office together."

Song Suiyang quickly adjusted his hair and asked nervously as he walked, "What do you think it could be?"

Tang Zhixu frowned and watched the two of them leave.