The shadow of childhood was caused by a heavy rain that year

Wen Zichuan never shared his childhood secrets with anyone, but two people who share secrets will definitely not be that far apart.

He also moved the cushions behind the sofa and sat next to Cheng Sizhou.

This enclosed space seemed to have the two of them as its boundaries. The closer they were, the smaller the space became, and the more at ease they felt.

"My family is a single-parent family. I only have a mom, no dad," Wen Zichuan said quietly. "But my mom loves me very much, so I don't think it's that bad."

Hearing Zichuan mention his parents, Cheng Sizhou suddenly realized why he was particularly tolerant towards Xu Jiaxuan, who had no father, and took extra care of Zhou Yitang, whose parents were divorced. It was because he had been caught in the rain that he wanted to hold an umbrella for the younger child.

"If my father had never come back, I would have pretended he had never existed. But he returned to Fengbo when I was seven years old."

"Is your father...going back to visit you?"

"I don't know. He looked at me with such strange eyes. My mom asked me to call him dad, but I never did. I couldn't open my mouth."

Seeing him hugging his knees like a aggrieved mushroom about to sprout, Cheng Sizhou stretched out his arm, put his arm around his shoulders, and patted him gently.

"He and my mother closed the door and talked for a while. I couldn't hear what they talked about, but when he left, my mother cried very sadly. I had never seen her cry so sadly. She thought my father had bullied her, so she wanted to call him back to apologize to my mother."

It was also a day with heavy rain. In order to call his so-called "father" back, the young Wen Zichuan ran out of the house like a fly, trying his best to catch up with the car that was driving farther and farther away.

The rain was so heavy that everything was blurred in the mist, and the people in the car didn't notice that there was a stumbling child following behind.

Xiao Wen Zichuan was lucky because when he was running across a street, he saw the car stopped in front of a convenience store. He chased it and found that there was no one in the driver's seat, but there seemed to be a figure in the passenger seat.

He walked around the vehicle, and who knew who gave him the courage, but he suddenly opened the passenger door!

Inside the carriage, a woman with long hair and a long skirt was frightened by Wen Zichuan's behavior. She screamed, "Little rascal, what are you doing!"

"Where's my dad? I'm looking for my dad."

"Who's your father?! Lin Hanzhen looks like a vixen. How many men has she slept with? You don't even know whose bastard you are!"

Xiao Wen Zichuan never expected that such a bright and beautiful woman could insult him and his mother so viciously!

"Don't curse my mother! Don't curse my mother!" He stood on tiptoe and punched the woman like a madman.

The woman didn't expect him to pounce on her. In a hurry, she raised her slender high heels and kicked Wen Zichuan hard in the stomach!

Wen Zichuan had been weak since childhood, and was kicked into a roadside ditch. The ditch was not deep, but he couldn't get up. He wanted to shout something, but his throat was immediately filled with the rushing rain.

The heavy and rapid rain seemed to bury him in a ditch. The cold water soaked him and took away his remaining warmth and strength inch by inch.

As expected, when his father came out of the store, he didn't even notice a half-grown child soaking in the gutter across the street. He got in the car and drove away from Fengbo.

When Lin Hanzhen found Wen Zichuan, he had already fainted. He later developed a high fever and a nauseating stomach ache. The doctor said he had gastric bleeding and needed to rest well and take medication.

"I had to eat plain porridge for a month before I recovered. There was no taste in my mouth at all. And since then, I've had a chronic stomachache. I went to the hospital but they couldn't find out what was wrong. The doctor told me not to worry, but whenever there was a heavy rain, I would get nervous for no reason," said Wen Zichuan.

Cheng Sizhou glanced out the window. The rain, which was about to stop, started to fall again as if a new cup had been refilled.

"Was it like this before?" He tightened his arm around Wen Zichuan and asked softly.

"Yes, but the degree varies. If you're too tired from work that day and fall asleep, then it's not a problem." Wen Zichuan looked at him, "How about I try to see if I can fall asleep..."

"Are you sleepy then? Do you want to sleep?"

Wen Zichuan shook his head.

From this angle, the yellow light of the night lamp cast a hazy shadow on the side of his face, making his nose bridge look high and his eye sockets look deep, and he certainly didn't look sleepy.

Really beautiful, but a little annoying, Cheng Sizhou thought.

"Then I'll continue chatting with you."

"But you have to go to work tomorrow. Staying up late is not good for your health."

"Sitting on the floor for so long is tiring... How about this, I'll go to your room and chat with you. When you're tired, you can sleep. Okay?"

"……OK."

After Wen Zichuan stood up, he kept staring at Cheng Sizhou. There was only one bed in the master bedroom. How could he chat with him?

He thought about it over and over again, and his heart beat faster than the sound of the rain.

However, Cheng Sizhou just quietly found a dozen foam mats, moved them to the master bedroom, and then brought pillows and quilts from his own room and made a bed on the floor next to Wen Zichuan's bed.

"That's it, I'll stay with you for one night," he said.

Wen Zichuan lay back on the bed, looking at the small space between them, and thought it would be better to sit on the floor.

He turned over and faced Cheng Sizhou: "What if it rains tomorrow night and the night after tomorrow?"

Cheng Sizhou sighed: "I'll call you. You can talk for as long as you want. We're using WiFi at home anyway."

Wen Zichuan rested his head on the back of his hand: "Okay, keep your word."

Once an adult's sleep becomes fragmented, it will remain fragmented.

In the second half of the night, Wen Zichuan slept soundly, but it was Cheng Sizhou who stayed awake until dawn.

What's even more terrifying is that Wen Zichuan had just finished acting in a voice actor drama and didn't have any new work for a while, so he could sleep in as late as he wanted; while Cheng Sizhou had to punch in for work early in the morning in the wind and rain.

The rainfall brought by the typhoon gradually stopped until late August. God knows how many times Master Cheng was coaxed and tricked into sleeping on the floor, and how many times he tossed and turned in bed listening to Wen Zichuan's kitten-like snoring.

“A-choo!”

This was the twenty-eighth consecutive giant sneeze that Cheng Sizhou had sneezed in the restoration room today. He had dark circles under his eyes and was so sleepy that his eyes were filled with tears.

Yu Ming threw a packet of paper over and said, "Take it easy. Master will be here soon."

Cheng Sizhou's nose was blocked, and he spoke in a muffled voice: "Can't the old man enjoy his old age? How about switching, he comes to work, and I go home to rest."

"The classification results of that batch of cultural relics have come out, so he will definitely come."

"Which batch? Oh... the wealthy returning Chinese woman, isn't she a private collector? What did she donate? Why is it such a big deal?"

Yu Ming, wearing rubber gloves, stretched out his thumb and little finger and made a "six" gesture.

"Only six items? That's impossible? Sixty items? That would be quite a fortune." Cheng Sizhou sighed.

"No," Yu Ming said seriously, "Sixty of them were rated second level, and we estimate that fifteen or sixteen will be rated first level. They have already been reported to the higher authorities for re-evaluation."

...Sixty Level 2 items, and fifteen or sixteen Level 1 items?!

Cheng Sizhou’s eyes widened. How could the donor be called the returned female tycoon? She should be called the returned female Bodhisattva!

There is a strict set of standards for the classification of cultural relics. Only those that can reflect major events in the historical process and are representative of great significance can be rated as first-class cultural relics, followed by second-class cultural relics, and third-class cultural relics.

What does it mean to have more than a dozen first-class cultural relics?

The total number of cultural relics in the Dengyuan Museum's collection is about 1 million pieces, of which the first, second and third-level cultural relics add up to about 130,000 pieces. The number of precious cultural relics is particularly different, with about 100,000 pieces of the third level, about 30,000 pieces of the second level, and only more than 700 pieces of the first level.

From a time perspective, this is the total amount of collections collected by the Lantern Museum over the past sixty or seventy years. On average, there are only 10 sets of collections each year, covering multiple categories including stoneware, bronzeware, jadeware, gold and silverware, ceramics, calligraphy and painting, and ancient books.

If Jiang Yunli had not retired, Cheng Sizhou and Yu Ming would probably never have been able to touch a first-class porcelain artifact in their lifetime.

"Did you see the person? What is his identity?" Cheng Sizhou admitted that he also became curious.

"I don't know, I'm not interested," Yu Ming said calmly, "Ask someone else."

"Senior brother."

"explain."

"You're not, are you a slut?"

If the resin material used for the repair was not too expensive, Yu Ming would have slapped Cheng Sizhou on the forehead. He hated himself for having made the mold for several years but not been able to give Cheng Sizhou a normal brain.

At lunch time, Cheng Sizhou met Xu Yang again.

Xu Yang arrived late and there were few dishes left in the cafeteria. He happened to see this and asked her to go out and cook for herself.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Xu Yang smiled sweetly, "But just eat something simple. I have too much to do and can't finish it all."

"Summer vacation is almost over, why are you still busy?" Cheng Sizhou ordered her favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"You know, a collector donated a lot of cultural relics, and the museum is going to hold a donation ceremony," Xu Yang said, growing increasingly melancholy. "Sister Yang told the leadership that the Social Education Department has the most experience organizing events, so they took the initiative to take it on."

"...I'm convinced by her." With Cheng Sizhou's temper, he would have cursed her a few times, but Yu Ming advised him to restrain himself. He thought that it was not easy for Yangyang to go to work, so he should not pass on the negative energy to her.

While waiting for the food to be served, Xu Yang took out a small bottle of calamine lotion, dipped a small brush in it, and brushed it on his fingers.

Only then did Cheng Sizhou discover that the insides of her ten fingers were covered with dense red rashes.

"How did you do this?!"

"Sister Yang asked me to sort out a batch of old materials, saying that I should keep the useful ones and sell the useless ones as scrap. I didn't know which ones were useful and which ones were useless, so I could only look at them one by one. Those materials have been kept for too long, and they are very dusty and moldy. It's all my fault for being stupid. I didn't know to wear gloves before looking through them, and then I got an allergic reaction." Xu Yang pouted and said aggrievedly.

"What kind of culture is that? Did she do it on purpose?!" Cheng Sizhou couldn't help but say, "How long have you been here? How do you know what's useful and what's useless? You have to ask her for permission on every single one, right? You're messing with the newbies just to enjoy the privileged treatment?"

Xu Yang made a "hush" gesture with his swollen fingers, signaling him to be less loud. The small restaurant was bustling with people coming and going, and if someone with ulterior motives heard what was going on, who knew what kind of trouble it would cause.

"Brother, why did you think of treating me to a meal today?" She deliberately changed the subject.

"Look at you, you're pitiful. And there's something else." Cheng Sizhou was so angry that his head was spinning. After she reminded him, he remembered that he did have something to ask, "I want to ask you about someone."

"Who is it?"

"Gu Yanxun."