41 Returning Echoes | First Love and Clues
At the beginning of the century, the Beijing-Hong Kong Provincial Museum wanted to exhibit a group of treasures from various provinces and cities with the theme of "flowers", named "Flowers Appearing in Succession".
The Internet was not well developed at that time, and the preparation stage took a long time.
Transporting cultural relics is a difficult problem, and protecting them after they are transported is also complicated.
Ceramics need to be stored in an environment with stable temperature and humidity. Calligraphy and paintings should be hung in a well-ventilated area or placed in a brocade box to prevent moths and fading. Artifacts containing metal or special glazes are even more difficult to store; to avoid drastic temperature and humidity fluctuations, they must be stored in a constant temperature and humidity storage box.
In addition to protecting the cultural relics themselves, they must also be protected from earthquakes and theft.
Unfortunately, technology was not well developed at that time, and this process could only rely on large-scale intervention by public security.
The day before the exhibition, when the museum was closing, the exhibition hall removed the daily exhibits and replaced them one by one with the "Flowers Appearing in Succession" cultural relics.
After turning on the upgraded anti-theft facilities, I thought everything was ready.
However, when the staff patrolled at three o'clock in the morning, they were shocked to find that the exhibition hall was in a mess and the display cases focusing on the curves of flowers were empty.
Cultural relics were stolen.
The first people to receive the report that day were the on-duty criminal police Lin Haidong and Miao Zheng.
"Reporting to the command center, a treasure has been stolen, please come to the scene immediately."
Criminal police from the detachment gathered from all over. According to the market valuation at the time, they were facing a major case of cultural relics theft with heavy losses.
As the investigation deepened, various pieces of information came out one after another.
Within a year, the police found the two suspects who stole the artifacts that day and recovered dozens of cultural relics.
Unfortunately, there are still first-class national treasures worth hundreds of millions of yuan that are missing.
Two or three years later, a criminal organization led by Wang Heng appeared in Jingjiang City.
The tattoos of the organization's members all had floral and curved patterns, and the police immediately linked it to the museum theft case.
Jingjiang dispatched elite police officers to conduct a secret operation for more than ten days just to bring Wang Heng's organization to justice.
Lin Haidong and Miao Zheng participated in it.
However, just as Lin Haidong was pointing the gun at Wang Heng, Miao Zheng's gun shot Lin Haidong's right arm.
Amidst a few gunshots that shocked everyone, Miao Zheng betrayed the country.
Miao Zheng did not take Lin Haidong's life, but only broke the arm of a sharpshooter.
But before Lin Haidong could react, Wang Heng stabbed him to death with a knife.
Miao Zheng felt that Wang Heng was an eyesore, so he killed him directly, and Miao Zheng himself became the leader of a new generation of criminal group.
Therefore, Operation Hundred Flowers failed.
Chen Bangjie’s words, “You know the curve of flowers,” have always lingered in Lin Weifeng’s heart.
But he spoke very carefully, and neither his tone nor his expression could reveal what he was really thinking.
She sat in the car, aimlessly scrolling through her phone to distract herself.
In the hot local news, an article titled "White ethnic groups lack red elements: Who says Nandun cultural relics rely on China?" received nearly 30,000 likes in half an hour.
Since he started his career, Lin Weifeng has paid close attention to reports related to cultural relics.
She casually forwarded it to Xing Zhou and only looked at it later.
News source: Yodon Times
Reporter: Rumia
Lin Weifeng was slightly stunned.
She read the title again: "White ethnic groups lack red elements: Who says Nandun cultural relics rely on China?"
It seems to be disadvantageous to our side.
Meng Lu wouldn’t be in that situation, right?
After reading two lines, Xing Zhou sent a laughing emoji and attached:
[Look, yesterday's conflict wasn't resolved, it escalated.]
[Meng Lu not only doesn't support you, but also supports your enemies.]
【It's over. 】
[Yang Xiuqi is quite handsome, but she's not a disaster.]
Xing Zhou typed very quickly, and Lin Weifeng replied and deleted his messages one by one, and finally said nothing.
She continued reading the newspaper.
Cultural relics are silent, but the patterns are colorful.
Both Nandun and Beiwan City in China have bronze drum culture.
The bronze drum is a percussion instrument with patterns such as sun patterns, cloud and thunder patterns on the drum surface and drum body.
And patterns are the graphic codes of culture.
Meng Lu uses these patterns to illustrate the similarities between the two cultures. He explains how, through centuries of cultural exchange and interaction, not only have similar patterns emerged at Nandun, but also the phenomenon of unauthorized remakes of Chinese palace dramas and short videos reproducing intangible cultural heritage. This leads to the fact that the unearthed artifacts have also sparked some controversy.
She concluded that the two countries are geographically close, have similar peoples and cultures, and have a long history of cultural exchange and integration, but Nandun has its own unique cultural aesthetic taste, which has nothing to do with China.
"No connection, huh."
Lin Weifeng read the article three times with great interest.
At first, she also resonated with Xing Zhou and read with her back teeth pressed against her back.
But when she really understood it, she realized that something was wrong.
She replied to Xing Zhou: [I don't have Meng Lu's WeChat, please let her know for me, thank you.]
When Xing Zhou saw this WeChat message, he didn't dare to blink and called immediately.
"Mad?"
Lin Weifeng said lightly: "Silly."
Xing Zhou was incredulous: "When did you, Lin Weifeng, become someone who could be bullied? When Lawyer Jin asked you to have dinner with me, you acted like even the emperor was no match for me."
"I really want to thank her." Lin Weifeng was not joking.
"Why."
"Look at it again."
"I saw it."
"You didn't really understand it. You just ate it like a melon."
"What's the meaning."
Lin Weifeng confidently threw out three words: "Clickbait."
Xing Zhou probably went to read the report again. Lin Weifeng turned on Bluetooth and drove back to the hotel.
"Do you understand?" Lin Weifeng asked.
Xing Zhou said: "Maybe I am really stupid..."
He had never spent so much time and energy on a piece of news, but he still didn't understand what Lin Weifeng meant.
Lin Weifeng smiled and said patiently, "First, this is a report from the Yodon Times, which is the opinion of the Ereid nation. The Ereid nation itself is an enemy of the world, so we naturally pay attention to whether the views expressed here are correct."
"Secondly, Nandun itself has only unilaterally reported on the excavation of ancient tombs and the unearthing of cultural relics. At most, they inferred that their own history extended back further, and that their territory was occupied earlier. Who mentioned China? Nandun itself wouldn't even dare to get involved."
"Third, another way to say cultural relics are similar is that they share a common origin. The difference in origin could indicate either international relations or criminal activity. Meng Lu has brought this up. Won't both countries take this seriously?"
"You should know that the purpose of our independent action in Jingjiang is still confidential."
After hearing this, Xing Zhou took a deep breath and suddenly understood.
Have to yield to the professionals.
When Zhou Rui returned to her room in the Shibin Building, she was trying on a dress for the evening banquet.
Zhou Rui saw the hairband that Xing Zhou had given her, which Lin Weifeng had been wearing on her wrist, and asked weakly, "Weifeng, is this hairband important to you?"
Lin Weifeng pulled his thoughts away from his work and replied sweetly, "Yeah, someone gave it to me."
Zhou Rui knew that it was a gift from Xing Zhou.
"Can I take a look?"
Lin Weifeng took off her hairband and handed it directly to Zhou Rui with a "here".
Zhou Rui asked speculatively, "Do you like him?"
"You mean the one who sent the flowers?"
"Um."
"I like it." Lin Weifeng said without hesitation.
Zhou Rui smiled, then immediately restrained herself.
She asked cautiously, "What does he mean by a one-night stand?"
Lin Weifeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "He was joking."
"Were you together yesterday?"
"No," Lin Weifeng said, "I just saw him this morning."
"oh."
After a while, Zhou Rui finished her makeup and started styling her hair. She turned around and said, "Breeze, I just happened to be short of a hair tie. If you don't need it tonight, could you lend it to me?"
Lin Weifeng didn't put much thought into the dinner. She wore the same dress over and over again, and her hairstyle was nothing innovative. She didn't need a hairband at all.
She looked into Zhou Rui's blazing eyes and said frankly, "Yes, it goes well with your blue dress."
Zhou Rui accepted it, but she felt a little guilty and asked with concern, "You really don't need it?"
"I don't need it."
"Okay, thank you."
Zhou Ruixin turned her face away happily and said nothing more.
Lin Weifeng returned to his desk, put on his headphones silently, and continued to work on the paperwork for retrieving the silk book.
In her heart, the recovery of cultural relics is never a spark, but a raging fire that will spread across the prairie.
Before changing into the dress, Lin Weifeng took a short break.
The hustle and bustle of this day was not as intense as the day I first arrived. My body was still carrying the joy of last night, so I wasn't tired.
But Chen Bangjie's words about the flower curve made her unable to avoid it.
When she opened WeChat, she unexpectedly found that Jiang Yu had updated a circle of friends.
The picture shows the starry sky last night.
The accompanying text is two words: [clue].
Lin Weifeng liked the post, his eyes suddenly shining, and he left a comment: [First love].
As the dinner was approaching, Lin Weifeng was still cleaning up, and Zhou Rui went ahead.
The crazy vibration of her cell phone made the eyeliner in her hand tremble a little, and Sun Zhengxiao's messages appeared on the screen one after another.
[I was really impressed. As soon as I opened the dormitory door, I heard Ning Sicheng yelling in the dormitory.]
[What are you talking about? You disappeared for so many years, and it turns out you were just pretending.]
【He kept sneering, feeling that he was being bullied.】
[He kept saying "preference", "What I want is preference".]
[This is so disgusting.]
Lin Weifeng replied: [Is she being “partially hated” by someone?]
Sun Zhengxiao: [Going crazy.]
She couldn't control her emotions at all and acted like a child all the time.
Sun Zhengxiao pretended to comb her hair and listened carefully to what was driving her roommate crazy.
And repeat in real time:
[Perhaps she had a crush on a guy many years ago and pursued him for a long time, but the relationship didn't end well and he even hated her.]
[That man was a respectable man. Instead of deleting her WeChat, he just disabled his own WeChat account.]
[For so many years, I haven't posted anything on Moments, and the number of likes and interactions with mutual friends is zero.]
【Then today, this WeChat account was revived.】
Lin Weifeng: [Did you talk to her?]
Sun Zhengxiao: [No.]
[She posted a nondescript photo on her Moments, which she suggested was a landscape photo.]
There should be some text, but she couldn't understand it. She kept mumbling, "Clue," "What clue," "What clue?" It was so annoying.
“…”
Lin Weifeng's body trembled.
Ning Sicheng likes Jiang Yu.
“…”
The eyeliner was completely crooked, and Lin Weifeng immediately used a cotton swab to fix it.
She is not a pretentious person.
But I also feel that the world is too small, and an inexplicable possessiveness rises in my heart.
When choosing the color of lipstick, she faced the mirror, placed her fingers lightly on the corners of her lips, and pushed deeper and deeper, soon immersed in the memory of last night.
His eyes flickered, his heart beat fast, and a feeling of wanting more was jumping in his heart.
The fragrance from his body seemed to linger around him.
Consciousness gradually returned, and the nerves in the brain began to roar.
Last night, the two of them did something.
Hard to say.
It’s not easy to think about.
Now that I'm completely sober, I'm not sure whether I was drunk last night.
If you are drunk, you will just go with the flow and there will be no turning back.
If he wasn't drunk, he was just pretending to be drunk.
The fir leaves were hanging on the edge of the sky, and the light from the cloud cover flickered.
She put down her lipstick, picked up her phone, and asked Jiang Yu vaguely, just like the first time she kissed him: "Are you okay?"
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