"Has Qinxue arrived? Why haven't I seen her yet? I'm so worried!"
"Don't worry, she's made such a great contribution to the spread of Chinese culture, so she'll definitely be the last to appear."
"By the way, everyone says she's a grassroots representative of Chinese culture. What exactly does she do? Do you know?"
"I don't know, but to be chosen to attend such an important event, he must have made outstanding contributions."
"I heard that this exchange activity was initiated by Lin Qinxue."
Song Qingyu staggered and almost fell.
Alma was speechless.
He quickened his pace with Song Qingyue and headed towards the hall.
After passing the security gate, Alma did not go to the banquet hall on the first floor like most people, but took Song Qingyu to the second floor.
The two had just taken a few steps when they heard excited voices from downstairs.
"Qinxue! We love you!"
"Ahhh, Qinxue, you are so beautiful!"
"Woo woo woo, beautiful and kind-hearted little fairy!"
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Song Qingyu stopped and looked towards the door.
Then he saw Lin Qinxue coming in surrounded by bodyguards.
Lin Qinxue was wearing a plain white waist-length skirt, the hem of which hung down to the ground like flowing clouds. From a distance, it looked like a quietly blooming white lotus.
She had her hair in a single bun, with a few strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, making her look even more pitiful.
As if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
It is easy to arouse the desire to protect others.
However, Alma, who was standing next to Song Qingyu, uttered two words: "White Lotus."
Song Qingyu turned around and looked at Alma in surprise.
Alma: "Don't doubt it, it means what you think it means."
Song Qingyu was even more surprised: "You actually know this?"
"When he was pursuing Gu Hanxing, he had many women like this around him. They looked thin and weak in front of Gu Hanxing, but turned around and showed their fangs and claws. Later I learned that in your country, such women are called white lotus."
As she spoke, Alma glanced at Lin Qinxue downstairs: "This Lin Qinxue, at first glance, is also a white lotus. I really don't know what Lu Yanzhi likes about her?"
Song Qingyu curled her lips: "Let's go."
Alma nodded and continued to take Song Qingyu to their destination.
Although neither of them looked at Lin Qinxue anymore, they could still see from the corner of their eyes that many people were surrounding Lin Qinxue and asking for her autograph.
Fortunately, Alma soon turned a corner and a wall blocked their view.
The two walked a few more steps before Alma finally stopped and said, "We're here."
Song Qingyu looked at the door, not understanding its meaning.
Alma smiled and said, "Go in by yourself. I won't accompany you."
Song Qingyu nodded.
She waited until Alma left before opening the door.
As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned.
The room is filled with various valuable cultural relics.
Song Qingyu quickly realized that these cultural relics were the ones to be exchanged at tonight's event.
Her pupils trembled violently.
Gu Hanxing asked Alma to bring her here to fulfill her wish.
A warm feeling surged through Song Qingyu's heart.
This is what it feels like to be cared about by others.
Warm.
It's like being wrapped in warm sunshine.
She walked in front of the cultural relics, and after a long time, she finally focused and looked at these precious cultural relics that had been lost overseas for hundreds of years.
After these cultural relics return to China, they will definitely be properly preserved. It will be extremely difficult to see them again.
Song Qingyu wanted to take out her camera and take pictures of these precious cultural relics one by one.
But if we do this, it is very likely to damage the cultural relics.
As Song Qingyu watched, her gaze suddenly changed.
She actually saw the dragon head among the twelve animal heads!
Since the auction of the rat head and rabbit head caused a stir in 2009, the dragon head that appeared briefly has disappeared. Unexpectedly, it is here in Country E.
Song Qingyu excitedly stepped forward and was about to take a closer look at the dragon's head, but the next second, her expression changed.
The dragon horn of the dragon head was broken!
How could this happen?!
At this moment, there was a creaking sound of the door opening outside.
Song Qingyu was startled.
She turned her head and looked over vigilantly. When she saw the person coming, her pupils fluttered.
"Gu Hanxing!"
Gu Hanxing sat in a wheelchair, looking at Song Qingyu with a smile.
They hadn't seen each other for over a week, but Gu Hanxing felt as if seven centuries had passed.
Song Qingyu took three or two steps to Gu Hanxing. She suppressed her excitement and was speechless for a long time.
Gu Hanxing looked at her again and said with a smile: "After the event, these antiques will be loaded onto the truck. Come and have a look."
Song Qingyu couldn't move.
She looked at Gu Hanxing, then tilted her head to glance at the artifacts before saying, "Let's look at it together."
As he spoke, he pushed Gu Hanxing to the front of the cultural relics.
Gu Hanxing pursed her lips slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the dragon head with broken horns.
"Were the horns of this dragon head originally like this, or were they broken off by someone?"
"It must have been broken by someone." Song Qingyu lay on the transparent box, looking at the dragon head inside, frowning with grief and said, "Judging from the broken marks, it must have been broken recently."
Gu Hanxing was not interested in cultural relics, but seeing Song Qingyu's distressed look, his heart also tightened.
"Is there any hope?"
"Yes, but the repair process is very complicated," Song Qingyu retracted her gaze and said with a smile, "Hey, it's just a waste of time to worry about these things."
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