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Around ten in the morning.

Ye Shengge and Xu Jinhuan followed Dean Zhou to the National Museum.

Dean Zhou pointed to the crowded place in front of him and explained: "That is the tourist entrance of the National Museum, and many tourists come to visit every day; we go in through the special passage here, and we can walk to the ancient painting in about ten minutes. It’s time for the restoration team.”

Xu Jinhuan was flattered for a while. Of course he knew about this special passage, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter and exit at will. In other words, those who could walk through this special passage were those with high military ranks and special establishments.

Now Dean Zhou leads them directly through the special passage, it's all for Xiao Shengsheng's sake.

He followed Xiao Shengsheng through a special passage.

Xu Jinhuan stared at Ye Shengge with sparkling eyes, oh, he's going to hug little Shengsheng's thigh tightly from now on!

Seeing that he was about to go to the ancient painting restoration team, Dean Zhou suddenly received a call, and his expression became anxious, as if something had happened.

Dean Zhou hung up the phone and hurriedly said to Ye Shengge: "Miss Ye, something happened to the museum, I have to go to deal with it right away, I'm really sorry! The house in front is the studio of the ancient painting restoration team. You and Mr. Xu go in and have a rest first, and I'll be right back!"

When Ye Shengge heard that something happened to the museum, he knew that there was no delay, so he nodded immediately: "It's okay, you go and do your work first."

Dean Zhou gave a few more instructions, and then left in a hurry to deal with urgent matters.

Ye Shengge and Xu Jinhuan walked to the studio of the ancient painting restoration team. It was a spacious and bright room. There were more than a dozen restorers of cultural relics gathered in it, and it didn't look crowded at all.

Ye Shengge looked over, and unexpectedly saw Ye Xiuyuan in the crowd.

Before Ye Shengge saw Ye Xiuyuan, Ye Xiuyuan saw Ye Shengge at the door, and couldn't help wondering, why did she come here?Xu Jinhuan is still following behind?

It's true that Ye Shengge is a master of Chinese painting, Xi Qingchen, but she doesn't know how to restore cultural relics. What is she doing here?

"Xiao Sheng!" At this moment, Fan Yanqiao, who was in the crowd, saw Ye Shengge, and immediately greeted Ye Shengge with a face full of surprise, "Xiao Sheng!"

Ye Shengge was also very pleasantly surprised: "Grandpa Fan."

I didn't expect to see Fan Yanqiao here.

Some time ago, Fan Yanqiao held the Qingyun painting exhibition and invited Ye Shengge to attend. It was also at that time that everyone knew that Ye Shengge was the master of Chinese painting, Xi Qingchen, and Fan Yanqiao himself said at the exhibition that he and Ye Shengge's grandfather had been friends for many years.

So now that Ye Shengge and Fan Yanqiao knew each other so well, the people around them were not surprised, they were just curious, why did Ye Shengge come here?

Wearing a Tang suit, Fan Yanqiao walked over in a hale and hearty way, and asked with a smile, "Xiao Sheng, why did you come here?"

Ye Shengge answered truthfully: "Dean Zhou brought me here."

Ye Xiuyuan's eyes widened instantly when he heard the words Dean Zhou. Did Dean Zhou personally bring Ye Shengge here?

Is it...

Fan Yanqiao stroked his gray beard, and laughed brightly: "Old Zhou has a good eye, and invited our little Sheng over! Lao Zhou even invited me over. I really went to the doctor in a hurry. I'm just a stinky painter. I don’t know how to restore cultural relics, so what’s the use of calling me here!”

Hearing the description of "smelly painting", everyone around laughed out loud.

A restorer wearing glasses said: "Mr. Fan, you are too humble! You are not a bad painter. You have such a deep understanding of ancient paintings, and you have held so many art exhibitions. This invitation to restore ancient paintings Come here, maybe you can come up with some good suggestions!"

Fan Yanqiao chatted and laughed with them, then pulled Ye Shengge aside, and whispered, "Xiao Sheng, I heard about you and Ye Xiuyuan, don't worry, with Grandpa Fan here, he won't let him bully you !"

Ye Shengge felt warm in his heart and smiled with his eyebrows creasing: "Thank you, Grandpa Fan."

Not to be outdone, Xu Jinhuan interrupted: "There's still me, there's still me!"

The most important task his brother gave him was to make him take good care of Xiao Shengsheng!

At this time, Ye Xiuyuan looked at Ye Shengge not far away, and suddenly realized that Ye Shengge was the master of traditional Chinese painting Yu Qingchen. Like Fan Yanqiao, he should have been invited by Dean Zhou to see if he could make any suggestions.

Otherwise, why would Dean Zhou bring her here?

She doesn't know how to restore cultural relics and doesn't understand anything, so she can only provide some irrelevant suggestions.

Strange, didn't Dean Zhou say he brought Jiu Ge here in the morning, why didn't he come?

Here, Fan Yanqiao led Ye Shengge to the table, pointed to the damaged ancient painting on the table and said, "Xiao Sheng, what Dean Zhou wants to restore is this famous painting "The Maple Forest", but this painting It has been more than 1000 years ago, and after many wars and natural disasters, the damage is too serious."

So very bad to fix.

Xu Jinhuan looked down and opened his eyes: "I'll go, is this moldy? Are there stains? There are two holes here?"

Can I still have this painting?

Ye Shengge's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw it was "The Colored Maple Forest". This was a painting that his grandfather liked very much during his lifetime. He had always wanted to see the original painting, but he couldn't find it anywhere.

Today, she finally saw the authentic work of "Feng Lin Jin Dye", but her grandfather has passed away, and she will never see it again...

Xu Jinhuan asked anxiously in a low voice: "Little Shengsheng, can this painting be repaired? I, a layman, can tell that this painting is too damaged."

This restoration task was a hell of a job.

Moreover, when the President of country Y visits China next week, he will display the restored painting at a state banquet, so there is no room for any mistakes.

Ye Shengge was still feeling sorry for his grandfather, staring at the damaged painting on the table in rapt attention, but didn't hear Xu Jinhuan's question.

When Xu Jinhuan saw that she was silent, her heart skipped a beat, it's over!

Xiao Shengsheng, who is so good at restoring cultural relics, didn't speak up immediately. It seems that it is really difficult!

At this moment, Fan Yanqiao frowned and said unhappily: "Why is she here?"

Xu Jinhuan looked up curiously, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Shiyi.

It turned out that Ye Xiuyuan had just gone out and picked up Wen Shiyi.

Xu Jinhuan was extremely speechless, this Ye Xiuyuan is really hopeless!

Hiding at the corner of the corridor that day and hearing Wen Shiyi's words, and being able to communicate with her, it is really hopeless!This Ye Xiuyuan deserved to be killed by Wen Shiyi sooner or later!

When Ye Shengge came back to his senses and saw this scene, his expression was so indifferent that there was no fluctuation.

The other restorers in the room all knew that Wen Shiyi's recording had been exposed and her online profile had collapsed, so they had no good feelings towards her.

"Miss Wen Shiyi, why are you here?"

"Xiuyuan, this is where ancient paintings are restored, how can you bring irrelevant people here?"

"That's right, the things in this room are so important, what if they get knocked over?"

Listening to the sarcastic remarks from everyone with guns and sticks, Wen Shiyi still showed a gentle smile on his face and said softly: "I came to Teacher Ye today because I found a way to repair this ancient painting."