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We guarantee that your presentation will be professional and lively, and your audience will surely like it. "Her laughter was very light, like the sound of wind chimes swaying in the breeze, crisp and pleasant. Chen Yan looked at her happy face, and his heart softened, and his hands holding the steering wheel unconsciously relaxed a little. The car continued to drive on the streets on the rainy night. The rain outside the window gradually became smaller, from heavy rain to fine rain, like a thin layer of gauze, covering the entire city. Most of the shops on the roadside have closed, and only a few 24-hour convenience stores still have warm yellow lights on, adding a bit of warmth to the quiet rainy night. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of Su Qingyuan's community. This is an old community. There is no security booth at the gate, only a dim street lamp. The light shines through the rain and casts a circle of blurred halo on the ground. On the sycamore tree at the gate of the community, raindrops slid down the leaves, making a "tick-tick" sound, which was particularly clear. Su Qingyuan unbuckled his seat belt, picked up the bag on his lap, turned and looked at Chen Yan: "Thank you so much for today, Teacher Chen. If it weren't for you, I don't know how long I would have to wait in the museum." "It's just a piece of cake." Chen Yan smiled and took out the folding umbrella from the storage compartment of the co-pilot seat - he had planned to put it in the car as a spare in the morning, "Take this, and return it to me when you go to work tomorrow, so you don't get wet in the rain again." Su Qingyuan looked at the brand new folding umbrella, her heart warmed, but she still shook her head: "No need, Teacher Chen, I'll bring the umbrella tomorrow, you can keep it for yourself." "Take it," Chen Yan stuffed the umbrella into her hand, his tone gentle and unyielding, "Although the rain is light, you will still get wet. See you tomorrow, Miss Su." Su Qingyuan looked at the umbrella in her hand, then looked at Chen Yan's gentle eyes, and finally nodded: "Okay, then I'll return the umbrella to you tomorrow. See you tomorrow, Teacher Chen. "She pushed open the car door, opened her umbrella, and walked quickly into the community. When she reached the entrance of the corridor, she stopped and looked back at the silver-gray car. Chen Yan was still sitting in the car, looking in her direction. She waved to him, then turned and walked into the corridor. The lights in the corridor quickly illuminated her figure, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness. Chen Yan watched Su Qingyuan's figure disappear before starting the car and leaving. He reached out and touched the "Han Dynasty Bronze Weapon Restoration Atlas" on the passenger seat. The cover still retained a faint warmth, just like When Su Qingyuan was sitting here just now, the air was filled with a gentle atmosphere. He remembered the way Su Qingyuan smiled just now, her eyes sparkling, with shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, like a rose blooming after the rain, fresh and moving. His heart seemed to be filled with something, warm and soft. This was a feeling he had never had before, strange but exceptionally beautiful. The car was driving on the way home. The rain had stopped, and there were even a few stars in the sky. The faint starlight shone through the car window and fell on Chen Yan's face. He turned on the music player. The soothing "Nocturne" sounded again, but the scenes of his time with Su Qingyuan just now were replaying in his mind over and over again - the annoyance when she lowered her head to wipe her shoes, the tenderness when she talked about her grandfather, the brightness when she smiled... Every scene seemed to be engraved in his heart and could not be erased. He suddenly felt that this sudden rainstorm might not be a bad thing. If it were not for this rain, he might not have had the opportunity to get along with Su Qingyuan so quietly, would not have discovered the gentleness and loveliness under her cold appearance, and would not have felt this kind of heartbeat. After returning home, Chen Yan washed up and lay on the bed, but he was not sleepy at all. He picked up his mobile phone, opened the explanation manuscript sent by Su Qingyuan in the afternoon, and read it carefully. The content of the explanation manuscript was very detailed. It not only introduced the historical background of the bronze sword, but also specially marked the key points and difficulties in the restoration process. Even the questions that the experts might ask were answered in advance. At the end of the explanation manuscript, there was a line of small words: "Teacher Chen, if you think there is anything that needs to be modified, please tell me at any time. I can adjust it overnight. "Looking at the line of small words, Chen Yan raised a smile again. He picked up the phone and sent a message to Su Qingyuan: "The explanation manuscript is very good, no need to revise it, thank you for your hard work. Go to bed early and see you tomorrow." Not long after, Su Qingyuan replied to the message with a smiling emoticon: "It's not hard, Teacher Chen should also go to bed early and see you tomorrow. "Chen Yan looked at the smiling expression on the screen of his mobile phone, and his heart was warm. He put down the phone, closed his eyes, and the figure of Su Qingyuan appeared in his mind again. He knew that from today on, some things were different - his love for bronze cultural relics seemed to have an extra expectation, looking forward to telling more stories of cultural relics to more people with her; his peaceful life also had an extra concern, worrying about the girl who made his heart beat on a rainy night. The rain outside the window has completely stopped, and the moonlight shines through the gap in the curtains into the room, leaving a faint light and shadow. With a smile on his lips, Chen Yan gradually fell asleep. In his dream, there were mottled rust on the bronze sword, the soft lights in the exhibition hall, and Su Qingyuan's bright smile. On the first weekend of the official opening of the special exhibition, the main hall of the Municipal Museum The exhibition hall was crowded with people. The electronic screen at the entrance scrolled the words "Special Exhibition of Han and Jin Bronzes - Interactive Activities between Restorers and Audiences". Many viewers, holding brochures in their hands, gathered in the center of the exhibition hall along the direction of the signs. The air was filled with anticipation and excitement. Chen Yan stood at the temporary explanation platform next to the bronze sword display case, holding the microphone in his hand, his fingertips slightly cold. He was wearing a light gray shirt today, with a dark blue tie around his collar, and his hair was specially combed, which made him look a little more formal than usual. Many audiences had gathered in the audience, including parents with children, young people interested in cultural relics, and several students with notebooks. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, making him inexplicably nervous. "Don't be nervous, just follow what we rehearsed yesterday." Su Qingyuan walked to his side, holding a printed explanation process chart in his hand, and whispered to him to encourage him, "You are well prepared, there will be no problem. Today, she wore a light purple dress with a white knitted cardigan over it, her long hair draped over her shoulders, giving her a touch of grace. She also held a tray filled with mineral water, specially prepared for Chen Yan and the audience members who had asked questions. Chen Yan nodded, took a deep breath, and looked out at the audience. As the host announced the start of the event, he slowly raised the microphone, his voice carrying throughout the exhibition hall through the speakers: "Hello everyone, I'm Chen Yan, a cultural relic restorer at the Municipal Museum. I'm honored to be here today to share with you the story of the restoration of this Han Dynasty bronze sword."