Rebirth: My Mother is a Virgin Mary

It was still snowing in the provincial capital, and there was a crunching sound when my feet stepped on the snow.

The car passed by the museum gate, where workers were building an arch.

Zhui Zhui asked, "Isn't it to welcome the vase?"

"Of course. A lot of mainstream media are paying attention to it. How can we not take it seriously? If we go in now, there will definitely be a lot of staff making preparations." Xiaowan leaned against the car window. "I didn't expect my first visit to the museum to be such a big scene."

It was a scene ten times larger than imagined.

Even Zhui Zhui, who was used to big events, couldn't help but sigh: "The last time my dad mobilized his entire family was when he escorted Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain."

The vase return ceremony was grand and warm, with fluttering flags, surging crowds, booming gongs and drums, performers in gorgeous costumes... everything was so festive and grand.

Aunt Xin, Uncle Mu and a group of expert leaders went to attend the press conference, while Mu Zijin took us to see the legendary vase.

"Brother, tell me honestly, what did you feel when you first saw the real thing?" Xiaowan walked around the huge glass cover again and again. The base of the vase was transparent, and the depression at the bottom of the vase could be seen from an upward angle.

"Well...to be honest, I wasn't shocked."

This is also what we think when we see this vase: ordinary, really too ordinary, even more ordinary than we imagined.

"How can it be so small? It's much smaller than I imagined. The last time I saw such a disparity between my imagination and the real thing was the Sword of Goujian." Xiaowan turned around again and tried to measure it with her arm. "It's only half the size of my arm, and the videos and pictures didn't make it look so small. I'm full of questions now, and I'm going to ask Professor Fei in person later!"

Professor Fei, one of the founders and pioneers of modern archaeology, remains vigorous and active at the forefront of archaeological research at the age of 89. However, the archaeological project he is currently leading is shrouded in secrecy, with virtually no reports, and even those that do appear are merely general praise, with no specific details regarding the project.

I gently turned and stroked the bracelet on my wrist. When entering the exclusive exhibition hall of the vase, everyone underwent security checks without exception. Cell phones and backpacks were not allowed to enter. I put the bracelet on my hand.

When I examined the vase, I carefully compared it to confirm that the pattern on the bracelet was identical to the vase. More precisely, it was made from the same material; my bracelet must have been taken directly from the bottom of the vase.

"1.43 kilograms? How can such a small vase weigh three pounds?" Seeing the introduction on the screen next to it, Zhui Zhui was so shocked that he walked around the display cabinet several times.

"Haha, little girl, the real thing is heavier than you think." The voice came from far away, like a huge bell.

Even as Professor Fei stood before me, I couldn't believe he was nearing old age. He stood there, as sturdy as an old pine tree. The marks of age were evident in his gray hair and the wrinkles on his face, yet they possessed a surprisingly forceful, almost knife-like quality. His vein-riddled hands, their joints thick with bulging veins, held a steaming cup of tea with unwavering confidence, without a trace of trembling.

Mr. Fei's voice is even more powerful and solid, as if it burst out from the depths of his chest, and after years of precipitation and polishing, it has become more and more metallic.

He vividly introduced to us the origin of the vase, the rumored blank dynasty, the rumored mysterious ancient tomb, and the rumored huge treasure...