Chapter 18 I'm having a great time, don't bother me

Director Ming was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Xiao Qin, are you born in the Year of the Dragon? A Western dragon at that? When you see a treasure, you rush to its nest. It's your professional habit. Okay, bring it to the museum tomorrow and put it in the same place. Have the child take it back with you. Qin Tian, ​​I know you're reluctant to leave Chinese cultural relics in the UK, but there are some things we can't do anything about. We can only believe that what's ours will always be ours. Perhaps in the future, we can wait for the day when they return home. Until then, we must use our strength to protect these relics so that they won't be lost in time, and that future generations can marvel at the legacy of Chinese civilization. This is the value of our cultural heritage."

As Qin Tian walked home, he looked up at the deep blue night sky. The moonlight tonight was beautiful. Ancient and modern people are like flowing water, all watching the bright moon in the same way. The closest thing to eternity isn't people or things, but the laws of the universe.

Qin Tian had the most complete sleep she'd had in a month. Because she was in such a good mood, she put some effort into dressing up the next day, wearing a skirt, a rare sight. She also styled her hair in a bun, plucking a few strands of hair out. As soon as she entered the museum, she saw Tang Zhixu waiting for her at the door with a cup of coffee.

Tang Zhixu was confused when he saw Qin Tian's dress and expression.

Qin Tian went up to him with a smile and asked, "Why are you here? Aren't you coming back tomorrow?"

Looking at her expression, Tang Zhixu guessed that she might have called Mingyuan last night, and the result was quite good. He breathed a sigh of relief and handed her the coffee.

"Thank you." Qin Tian winked at him and took a sip of cappuccino, her favorite.

Tang Zhixu also smiled. No matter how it was solved, it was fine. He would ask about the details when no one was around. Qin Tian looked at his smiling face from the side and saw a figure from the corner of his eye. It was Tong Zhongyuan.

Qin Tian remembered and waved to Tong Zhongyuan with a smile. Tong Zhongyuan walked towards them and Qin Tian went forward to introduce him.

"Let me introduce you. This is Tang Zhixu, an expert in the calligraphy and painting department of the Shanghai Museum, and also a young painter. He wasn't in the museum yesterday, so you didn't see him. This is Tong Zhongyuan, a cultural relic restoration expert at the British Museum. He's here on a business trip."

Tang Zhixu's eyes rested on Tong Zhongyuan, and he extended his hand and said, "I've heard a lot about you."

Tong Zhongyuan extended his hand and shook his, smiling faintly: "Nice to meet you."

Qin Tian completed the introduction and walked towards the office while chatting with Tang Zhixu naturally.

"Did they force-feed you yesterday?"

"Who dares? I'll just do as you say and say I took cephalexin. Cephalexin is taken with alcohol, and you'll be gone after drinking it. Now that we've all learned about it, we don't dare to do it blindly."

Qin Tian laughed, and his laughter spread gently.

"I'll use this trick from now on."

"That won't work either. People wonder why I get sick every time I come to Beijing."

"Then I'll give you another excuse."

"My life depends on you."

Tong Zhongyuan was a few steps behind them. He reached the restoration room and turned right. The two men's voices gradually faded. The restoration room was empty, no one was working. He pressed his fingerprint to open the door.

It seems she doesn't completely disregard her image, but she only likes to dress up in front of her boyfriend. Also, she loves to laugh.

Tang Zhixu walked into the office. Qin Tian said that he had called last night and the matter was resolved. He would tell him the details later. It must be said that Ming Yuanxing did not sit in this position for nothing. He couldn't think of how he had settled it. But obviously, Qin Tian's worries of these days were swept away. Including the guilt towards Tong Zhongyuan. As for his first impression of Tong Zhongyuan, Song Suiyang always exaggerated his words, but this time, it was not an exaggeration. The only thing that was wrong was his personality. Song Suiyang said that he was gentle, humble and gentlemanly, and Qin Tian said that he gave her the catalog without asking, and was a firm and generous gentleman.

It was just a brief encounter, and he had no basis to say they were mistaken. But he knew perfectly well that the way women viewed men was different from the way men viewed men. Of all the adjectives that could describe this man, only "firm" was right.

But it didn't matter. Men were all two-faced in front of women. Seeing through things without saying anything was a basic quality of the male alliance. He wouldn't meddle in other people's affairs.

Song Suiyang didn't arrive at the museum until 9:15. It wasn't that she was always late. Restoration work takes at least a year to complete, and at least several months. Punching in and out is meaningless. The key is the results. Even at this time, she is often the first to arrive. After all, she is the youngest and has the least experience. But today, as soon as she opened the door, she found that Tong Zhongyuan was already repairing A7. Apparently, he had been there for a while. He moved the revolving bottle and all the fragments from the open restoration workbench to a separate restoration room. The door was open, and he looked up to see her come in. He stopped working and walked up to her.

"Is it okay for me to use this restoration room in the future?" he asked her opinion.

She nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course. Teacher Tong, please do as you please." She didn't think at all that he had already moved the things in before asking for her consent.

Tong Zhongyuan smiled and nodded at her, then returned to the restoration room. This time, he closed the door.

She was stunned. She had been thinking about admiring his restoration techniques with her colleagues in the restoration room today and learning from them. But he did this because... he didn't want them to disturb him?

Looking through the side window, Tong Zhongyuan had already taken off his headphones. Then, music began to emanate from inside the room. While not loud, it was still audible. This was just a restoration room, after all, not a karaoke bar.

She'd wondered what music the master was playing in his headphones while he was repairing the piece. Light music? Brahms? Mozart? What kind of music would help improve concentration, overcome hand and muscle tremors, and, incidentally, speed up the repair process? She'd even thought about asking him for his music list today.

Now she heard it. It was rock music. She didn't know what it was, but it made her want to shake her legs.

I am a sex machine ready to reload

If you wanna have a good time just give me a call

At noon, she politely knocked on the door and said she wanted to take him to the staff cafeteria. She really wanted to have lunch with him every day. He declined, saying his work schedule might be irregular and he wouldn't disturb everyone else's meals. He would take care of it himself from now on. He wished her a pleasant meal.

When Song Suiyang talked about this with Qin Tian and Tang Zhixu in the staff cafeteria, he looked aggrieved.

Qin Tian was a little annoyed, saying Tong Zhongyuan was too solitary. Even if he wasn't sociable, since he was at the Shanghai Museum, he should be united and friendly, and understand each other. Hiding there alone, someone who didn't know would think the Shanghai Museum was isolating him. Tang Zhixu leaned lazily in his chair, an inscrutable smile on his face.

"Maybe he's slow to warm up, and it takes him a while to get used to it," Song Suiyang said regretfully. "And then there's the music he listens to. Oh my god, how did he manage to do the restoration while listening to rock music? Is he really not shaking his legs?"

Tang Zhixu laughed stiflingly and asked, "What kind of rock music does he listen to?"

"How would I know? It's all in English. I only understand one line. How do you sing it? Oh, Don't stop me now~ Don't stop me now~ Listen to it. How can I make up for it?"

Tang Zhixu laughed even harder. Qin Tian looked at him in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Tang Zhixu waved his hand.

Don't stop me now, by Queen. The song is about ".", which is quite appropriate for the occasion.

Qin Tian and Song Suiyang both thought Tong Zhongyuan needed time to adjust. But a week passed, and Tong Zhongyuan showed no interest in having lunch with anyone at the Shanghai Museum, nor did he open the door to his independent restoration room.

Aside from Ming Yuanxing's visits, he would engage in a lively conversation. He also treated Qin Tian with a certain respect. Occasionally, when they ran into her in the museum's café, they'd chat for a bit, telling her about the useful app she'd downloaded and how it had helped him a lot. Beyond that, his interactions with others were practically nonexistent. While he was polite and courteous to everyone, an invisible sense of distance separated him from them like the strongest wall.

Song Suiyang finally realized that Tong Zhongyuan didn't want to bother with him. His goal was clear: to repair the Heart-Turning Vase as quickly as possible and then return to England. He was here to work, not to make friends, and certainly not to become a professor.

She leaned her head against Qin Tian's desk and sighed to the sky.

"Do you think he would be willing to teach me if I married him?"

Qin Tian remained silent, and she couldn't say she felt marrying him was harder than wanting him to teach her. But Song Suiyang's words had indeed quietly and subtly touched upon the devilish, shameless side of her, and the uncontrollable evil thoughts trembled and emerged.