Chapter 187 Extra 11
When Qin Tian got up, her nose still hurt. She looked in the mirror and saw a slight bruise. She had to use her foundation to cover the bruise. How could someone like Tong Zhongyuan exist? On the surface, he appeared dignified and respectable, yet privately, he had no sense of propriety. He was truly disgusting.
She pulled a dress from her suitcase, her rage growing even greater. They'd bought it the previous weekend while shopping. It was Tong Zhongyuan's favorite style: elegant yet a touch sexy. By the time she came out after trying it on, he'd already paid for it.
She said no, she'd return it now. The dress was beautiful, but there was no occasion to wear it. Tong Zhongyuan said he was going to wear it at the unveiling of Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain in Beijing. She was speechless and said, "I'm not a guest or a star, why would I dress like this?"
Tong Zhongyuan was puzzled: "This is just an everyday skirt. Have you ever seen a celebrity dress so plainly at an event?"
Qin Tian understood that their understanding and standards of dress style were different. From Tong Zhongyuan's perspective, it was indeed a perfectly normal skirt. She wore either professional attire or casual clothes at work, so there was no occasion for her to wear a skirt. After work, she didn't have much of a personal life, at most just hanging out with classmates and friends. Washing her hair was already a great respect.
At the unveiling ceremony of the Yuan blue and white porcelain, she was his female companion, and her usual clothes really didn't suit him. Thinking of this, she no longer objected and took the dress home. Unexpectedly, she didn't go to Beijing and came to Hangzhou instead. She was upset. Such an expensive dress, she had no chance to wear it except for occasions like this. If she didn't wear it once, it would become the bottom of the suitcase. Before leaving, she thought about it and put it in her suitcase. Although it was not her style, she really couldn't stand waste. Even wearing it once would help to spread the cost.
Now, seeing this skirt, instead of feeling joy, it has become a burden. Oh, it's all his fault.
Song Suiyang woke up early in the morning and put on makeup. Although she wasn't the star of the show today, she couldn't lose in terms of momentum. Especially after yesterday's performance, although she felt very happy, she was still in Beijing, and she and Tong Zhongyuan were the only outsiders. There was no guarantee that there would be trouble at the opening ceremony. She should leave the important responsibility of protecting her master to this reliable woman!
She sent a message to Tong Zhongyuan and waited in the lobby for a while before he arrived. The hotel was not far from the National Museum, just a few minutes' walk away.
Tong Zhongyuan, always punctual, arrived at the venue 20 minutes early. Song Suiyang glanced around but didn't see Zheng Bing. Although in this circle, latecomers are considered more prestigious. But yesterday, after Tong Zhongyuan suggested that Zheng Bing seek treatment for his eye disease, Zheng Bing forced himself to eat a few mouthfuls of food and left early. There was a high probability that he wouldn't come today. It was just the right thing for everyone to not come, saving them all the worry.
Sure enough, Zheng Bing didn't show up until the host opened the show. While the National Museum's leaders didn't express anything outwardly, they were clearly more confident and energetic when they spoke.
After Director Hua finished his remarks, the staff, following the rehearsal process, began playing AIGC footage of the Yuan blue and white porcelain restoration process, along with the progress documentation provided by the Shanghai Museum. After the video concluded, Tong Zhongyuan was invited to the stage to deliver a few words. Then, they would jointly unveil the red silk veil over the newly revived Yuan blue and white vase.
The Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain rotated quietly on the screen, and Hua Huayin read affectionately: "This piece of blue and white porcelain, which has been dormant for more than 700 years, has finally awakened today with the glory of rebirth from the ashes, amidst anticipation and waiting."
Director Hua looked at the big screen with satisfaction and led the applause. The crowd responded with enthusiastic applause.
"Then, we would like to invite..."
"Wait a minute!" A young female voice sounded clearly at the door.
Everyone in the venue looked up at the entrance.
Amidst enthusiastic applause, Qin Tian concluded her speech and gracefully stepped off the stage. She now understood why some clothes truly enhance one's temperament. Wearing a skirt like this, she couldn't take long strides. With every step, the hem of her skirt resembled a gracefully blooming flower. It would be strange if she wasn't graceful.
She had originally planned to return to the hotel at noon to change before attending the lecture. However, she was unexpectedly swamped with social engagements after leaving the stage, including an invitation to lunch with the attendees. By the time lunch was over, the lecture was almost underway. She had no choice but to wear the dress to the side hall. Her first guest was a young internet celebrity who offered entertaining historical commentaries and was known for her stylish looks. The two of them looked quite good together, lending a youthful air to the archaeology scene.
During the lecture, Qin Tian talked about the significance of the investigation into Chunjun’s tomb and the theoretical basis that the unearthed cultural relics can provide for modern archaeology.
When it came to the question-and-answer session, as expected, her identity as a descendant of Chun Jun was still the focus of attention. Looking at the unfamiliar faces in the audience, I felt as if I had forgotten something.
After the lecture, the organizers invited her to dinner again. She was truly exhausted and politely declined. As she was about to leave with her bag, she suddenly remembered something she had forgotten—Mu Yanrui. He had said yesterday that he had an appointment for today's opening ceremony and lecture. But she hadn't seen him at all all day. It would have been normal if she hadn't seen him at the opening ceremony, but the lecture hall was so small, there was no reason not to see him.
Qin Tian pulled out her phone and scrolled through WeChat. There were no messages from Mu Yanrui. Logically, she shouldn't have to worry about a boy his age. But when they said goodbye yesterday, he'd said they'd see each other tomorrow. Even if he wasn't coming, he should have said hello.
She thought about it and sent him a message, asking if he had something to do and couldn't come today. The dialog box was silent. She waited two minutes and dialed the voice call. No matter what, Mu Yanrui was her student, and he was out of town. It was reasonable for her to show some concern, at least to know where he was and whether he was safe.
She called twice, but no one answered. Initially, it was just a superficial concern, but now she felt truly uneasy. But besides WeChat, she had no other way to contact him.
She bit her finger subconsciously as her phone screen lit up, a string of unfamiliar Shanghai phone numbers flashing across the screen. Qin Tian suddenly had a premonition and immediately swiped to answer the call.
"Hello." This was not Mu Yanrui's voice.
"Hello, who are you?"
The man was obviously stunned by the question and hesitated for a second before saying, "You don't know this number?"
Qin Tian asked cautiously: "Who are you looking for?"
"The owner of this phone was in a car accident. You don't know who he is?"
Qin Tian's heart tightened: "Who is the owner of the phone? I don't have this number on my phone."
The man seemed to be stumped again and murmured in dialect, "How could it be... this number is a star."
Qin Tian asked: "Hey, whose phone number are you talking about?"
"It's okay, it's okay!" the man shouted impatiently and hung up the phone.
Qin Tian looked at the phone interface that restored the screen saver, and the vague uneasiness became more obvious.
Song Suiyang entered a state of preparation. He unconsciously stood up from his seated position. Just as Director Hua invited Tong Zhongyuan to give a speech, a sudden change of events occurred. A young girl, head held high, strode to the front of the stage.
"Director Hua, can I have a word?"
Director Hua, looking troubled, took the microphone away and whispered, "Xiao Zheng, can you wait until after the opening ceremony to discuss anything? Look at all the people here. It's really inappropriate."
Alas, he was so happy too soon. The Zheng family all had the same temper. After all the hard work, the old one didn't come, but a young one showed up. This girl was still young, and she didn't know the importance of things. No wonder, with Grandpa's status, he was respected wherever he went, and he had been spoiled since he was a child.
This Zheng Rongyan is the granddaughter of Zheng Bing. Zheng Bing's skill was comparable to He Wu's back then, but his son, Zheng Qiankun, lacks the talent. Although he inherited his father's legacy, he mostly collaborated with his father on his artifacts, rarely completing his own masterpieces. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Old Zheng was simply lending his name to his son.
The best thing Zheng Qiankun did was marrying young. He married young and had a daughter, Zheng Rongyan. Perhaps due to hereditary inheritance, Zheng Rongyan's comprehension was much higher than Zheng Qiankun's. At such a young age, she had already achieved something. The Zheng family was now guaranteed a successor.
"Uncle Hua, look at what you said. I'm not here to cause trouble. While everyone is here today, I'll make a request in front of everyone."
Director Hua held his forehead with his hand and was about to speak, but the girl had already taken the microphone from his hand and started talking.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today is a joyous day for the restoration of Yuan blue and white porcelain. On behalf of my grandfather, Zheng Bing, I extend an invitation to Mr. Tong Zhongyuan. Please join me in restoring a cultural relic of the same difficulty level, so that everyone can witness the technical characteristics of the northern and southern schools and compare the superiority."
After saying this, she glanced around the rows of invited guests' seats. Amidst a group of middle-aged and elderly people, some bald, some fat, a young man sat comfortably, his eyes raised.
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