Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Su Qingyuan nodded without refuting his words. She picked up the USB drive, bent down and inserted it into the USB port of the computer. Her movements were very gentle, for fear of touching the repair tools on the table. Just as she reached out to click the "Copy" button, her fingertips accidentally touched the back of Chen Yan's hand on the edge of the keyboard. At that moment, Su Qingyuan was obviously stunned. Chen Yan's hands were very cold, as if they had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and his fingertips still had the faint smell of chemical reagents from the repair glue. The smell was very special, not a pungent odor, but a light fragrance similar to resin. Her hands were used to holding pens and typing on keyboards all year round, and there was a little warm sweat on her palms, which was completely different from his cold and dry hands. That brief touch was like a weak electric current running through her, making her subconsciously retract her hand quickly. "Sorry," Su Qingyuan's cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly lowered her head, feigning concentration on the copy progress on the screen. "I'll keep an eye on it. Next time, if there's any questions, I'll email first." A chime sounded, signaling the copy was complete. Su Qingyuan unplugged the USB drive and carefully placed it in her suit pocket. She closed the folder and hugged it again. She adjusted the hem of her skirt and looked up at Chen Yan, her usual professional smile returning. She pulled a tissue from her bag and carefully wiped the remaining rain from her face. Suddenly, she noticed a dark blue book in the passenger compartment. The cover had the words "Han Dynasty Bronze Weapon Restoration Atlas" printed in large, gold-plated characters. The spine was a bit worn, showing signs of frequent reading. A sticky note, with a few lines of small, neat, black pen writing on it, was also stuck to the cover. The handwriting was clearly Chen Yan's notes. "Are you interested in bronze artifacts?" Su Qingyuan couldn't help but ask, her gaze fixed on the book with a hint of curiosity. Chen Yan was just starting the car when he heard her words. He glanced sideways at the atlas, and the corner of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly: "I majored in cultural relic restoration in college. The first cultural relic I encountered during my first internship in a laboratory was a bronze sword from the Warring States Period. I thought it was amazing at the time. A sword that had been dormant for more than two thousand years was restored to its original appearance bit by bit with the help of restoration tools. It was like a conversation with history. Later, when I graduated and looked for a job, I came to the museum without hesitation and specialized in the restoration of bronze cultural relics. I have been doing this for eight years." When he talked about bronze cultural relics, there was an indescribable light in his eyes. It was a mixture of love and awe, and he was completely different from the usually cold restorer. Su Qingyuan looked at his profile and suddenly felt that Chen Yan was more charming than usual. "What about you? Why did you become a curator?" Chen Yan paused, turned his head and looked at Su Qingyuan, with a hint of curiosity in his tone. Mentioning this question, Su Qingyuan's eyes softened. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes drifting toward the passing street scenes outside the window, and her voice became softer: "My grandfather is an archaeologist. When I was a child, I often followed him to the archaeological sites. I remember the first time I went, I was only six years old. I saw my grandfather and other archaeological team members carefully dig out a complete pottery jar from the soil. The pottery jar still had the fingerprints of ancient craftsmen. At that moment, I felt it was particularly magical - it turned out that those things that I had only seen in history books can really be found in reality, and they still carry the warmth of thousands of years ago." She smiled and continued: "Later, my grandfather retired, but he always talked to me about it, saying that it was very magical. After being unearthed, many precious artifacts, lacking suitable displays, lie confined to museum vaults, their beauty unseen, their stories unknown. At that time, I thought, if I could become a curator, display these artifacts well, allowing more people to see and understand them, my grandfather would be delighted. So, when filling out my college entrance exam application, I chose museology without hesitation, and after graduation, I joined the curatorial department here. The car glided smoothly along the rainy streets, the wipers swishing back and forth across the windshield, their swish-swish sound blending with the patter of rain outside to create a unique melody. The car stereo played soothing light music—Chopin's "Nocturne." The gentle melody flowed through the small space, creating a particularly warm atmosphere. Su Qingyuan watched the streetlights pass by outside, their orange lights filtering through the rain, casting blurred streaks of light on the car window. A sudden flashback to the afternoon preview flashed through her mind—Chen Yan stood in front of the bronze sword display case, laser pointer in hand, patiently explaining the composition of the green rust on the sword to several experts: "This is typical malachite rust, primarily composed of basic copper carbonate, formed in a humid environment. Repairs require gentle cleaning with a special solvent, without damaging the copper of the sword itself..." He spoke a little slower than usual, explaining each technical term in a simple and understandable manner, his eyes fixed intently on the bronze sword in the display case, as if the world was left with only him and that sword. At that moment, the light in his eyes, that devotion and dedication to his profession, sent a strange throbbing through Su Qingyuan's heart, like a pebble dropped into a tranquil lake, stirring up ripples. "By the way," Su Qingyuan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car, "after the special exhibition officially opens tomorrow, the museum plans to organize an 'interactive event between restorers and audiences' this weekend. We would like to invite you to be the keynote speaker to tell the audience about the restoration process of bronze artifacts and the story of this Han Dynasty bronze sword. Are you willing?" She looked at Chen Yan with a hint of anticipation in her eyes. In fact, this activity was a sudden proposal she made to her superiors this afternoon. On the one hand, she wanted more audiences to understand the difficulty of restoring cultural relics, and on the other hand, she wanted to create more opportunities for Chen Yan to spend time with her. Chen Yan paused his hand on the steering wheel and glanced at Su Qingyuan sideways. Her hair was still slightly damp, her cheeks were faintly flushed from the heating in the car, and her eyes were bright, as if filled with starlight. He remembered that during the afternoon preview, Su Qingyuan had helped him answer questions from the media, clearly and calmly. At that moment, he felt that with her by his side, even the most complicated things seemed simple. "Okay." Chen Yan's lips curled up into a faint smile. This was the first time Su Qingyuan saw him smile so obviously. Unlike usual, where the corners of his mouth were just slightly raised, he could see the smile from his eyes, which was as warm as the sunshine after the rain. "But you have to help me revise the script. I am not very good at speaking, and I am afraid that I will not be able to speak well and make the audience feel bored." Su Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, his eyes curved into two crescents: "No problem! Leave it to me! I will help you organize the script tomorrow