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After returning to the hotel, Qin Zhou bought a vase and put the roses into the culture solution to keep them growing.

With the key information, the post-repair work progressed much faster.Before the flowers withered, the final renderings were finally revised.

The [-]-square-meter mural took more than two months from collection to landing, and the spring clothes were all boiled into short sleeves, but the setting sun on the long river was still round.

In the painting, there are Buddha preaching on the golden seat in the lotus pond, surrounded by nearly a hundred Guanyin or musicians, dancing in skirts and shirts, with ribbons flying, and the classic postures such as bouncing the pipa and singing without drums are perfectly reproduced. [1]

Meng Xuan was excited and irritable when he saw the real scene renderings, and went out bouncing around to invite everyone to eat ice cream.

The electric fan above his head was whirring, but it didn't work. Qin Zhou was so hot that his T-shirt was drenched, and he lost the vitality of the young man. He continued to be bored in this small workshop, sitting in front of the window to blow the air.

A voice suddenly came from behind: "Finished?"

Qin Zhou was so frightened that he quickly put his legs down, and he was relieved to see Cen Min when he turned around.

The director saw the effect picture as soon as he entered the door, and he praised: "The floor mat is so worn and deformed, and there are many mildew spots, I didn't expect it to be restored in the end. Xiao Qin, it's okay, it's lucky that you were asked to come."

"No, I did it with Xiaomeng." Qin Zhou is usually proud, so he still has something to say about this.

Cen Min still praised: "As good as the two of you, have you ever thought of doing something else?"

"It's not 'other'. I wanted to hold an art exhibition with the theme of cultural relics when I was in graduate school. I had been preparing for a long time at that time." Qin Zhou finally finished painting, put away his pen and sat quietly.

Cen Min became interested: "It's very interesting, there must be many people watching it?"

Qin Zhou smiled: "No, no, it didn't work out in the end. I'm not in their circle, so the art exhibition can't be opened as soon as I say it. I can only go with those friends who are interested in art. Later, I didn't have enough funds here, so this matter was shelved gone."

As long as Young Master Qin is willing to talk to his family, it is absolutely impossible that he does not have enough funds.Cen Min knew that there must be twists and turns in it, and he didn't want to ask people if they didn't talk about it.

After Qin Zhou cleaned up the workbench, seeing that Cen Min was still carrying the bag, he hurriedly removed the documents on the table: "Why are you still holding the bag? Put it here, it's too heavy."

"Oh, this was originally for you too." Cen Min smiled and put it on the table, "Xiaobai bought it, and now he can't come back, so he asked me to bring it to you."

When Qin Zhou heard the name, he quickly opened the bag and found that it was full of fruits and a bottle of artificial tears.

Cen Min looked at the younger generation with a more friendly look: "Why don't you say that Xiaobai hurts people? Northwest, it's dry, and it's easy to get angry if you eat too little fruit."

The director also gossips, but he is not willing to speak directly after asking, and asks in a roundabout way.

Qin Zhou refused to let him succeed, and only said, "Indeed."

Cen Min raised his eyebrows, and couldn't hold back his words: "It seems that I'm old. In my time, no one broke up for a few months and gave me medicine and fruit."

Qin Zhou shot back: "Then, we have to fight every day?"

Cen Min spat at him with duplicity, Qin Zhou smiled and said nothing, but what he was thinking in his heart was that he didn't know that he brought such a little fruit, did he cowardly or deliberately hide?

If you really hide, you don't need to do anything extra, it seems that you are still cowardly.

Qin Zhou's expression brightened a lot after he slandered, and he became more active in speaking. By the way, he chatted with Cen Min about his next plan, and what other caves need to be paid attention to.

After finishing the business, Qin Zhou was in a good mood, and asked if he wanted to go out for a cigarette, and Cen Min responded.

The two of them walked into the open-air yard, where the direct sunlight blinded people, the chirping of cicadas was very enthusiastic, and the sparse shade of the trees could not block the ultraviolet rays.

Qin Zhou's skin is fair, and it peels off when exposed to the sun, so he tried his best to stand in the shadow of the foot of the wall, and as a result, he was covered in wall dust.

Seeing him slapping the ashes in a hurry, Cen Min smiled: "You are so thin and tender, why do you want to come here, you shouldn't be used to it, right?"

"It's okay, I'm quite used to it." Qin Zhou raised his head and smiled.

While speaking, a gust of wind blew up, and Yangsha swirled in the air.The two had gotten used to it long ago, and they turned their backs skillfully, preventing the wind from blowing out the fire.

With a cigarette in one hand, Cen Min asked, "Haven't you thought about what you'll do in the future?"

Qin Zhou thought he was referring to the completion of the project, "I will expand my network in the future, otherwise there will be too few channels for the revitalization of cultural relics, and once the project funds are tight, it will not be possible to transfer."

Cen Min shook his head, "I mean, later on."

Qin Zhou didn't smoke after lighting the cigarette, and was in a daze, "After that? Then go back to the Academy of Fine Arts to write my thesis and make up my calligraphy and paintings."

There are 5000 years of civilization, and you can't figure it out even if you study it for a lifetime. Qin Zhou has no energy and no interest in doing other things.

Cen Min took a puff on his cigarette, and the green mist coiled in front of him, "Do you want to do this all your life?"

"Yes." Qin Zhou replied with great determination, "I'll do this all my life."

Cen Min doesn't believe it. There are too many young people in this world who talk about their original aspirations, and there are not a few people under him who are full of enthusiasm, but very few of them can really make it to the end.

After all, the academic circle is really cruel, and some people can't reach the unattainable star in their entire life.

"Very good, if only Xiaobai could think the same way." Cen Min heard that Bai Zhiwang mentioned that he wanted to leave the job. There was no reason for him to be stuck in the courtyard, but as a senior, the director still expressed regret for this good seedling. "I understand that he wants to change careers. The gentleman Huaibi will definitely receive a lot of olive branches. But to be selfish, I really don't want him to leave. Your words should be more effective than mine, so help persuade him if you can."

"No, I don't care about him." Qin Zhou quickly denied, "What he wants to do is his own business, not to mention that it has been divided now, even in the past, I couldn't let him change his decision for me."

Cen Min had an expression of "coming here", full of disbelief: "If you really break up with him, I will write the word Cen Min upside down."

Qin Zhou was wronged: "Really." After thinking about it, he felt that it was not rigorous, and added, "At least for now."

Cen Min's face was full of "You can't lie to me": "The more I think about it, the more something is wrong. Since you haven't gotten back together yet, why did he call you all the way from Shanghai?"

Qin Zhou held his breath in his throat and almost choked: "Did he ask me to come?"

Cen Min wondered why he didn't know, "Otherwise? Although we have always promoted talents and capabilities, we still have to screen you in the end according to your research level and direction. But you shrink back yourself. Who else would dare to do it except Bai Zhiwang?" Get you out?"

Qin Zhou was so shocked, thanks to the fact that he was in Shanghai and still refused to say anything because he was afraid of embarrassing Bai Zhiwang. It turned out that the other party had already made a big decision to sacrifice the peace of life for work?

The cigarette in his hand was boring, Qin Zhou took two puffs and stamped it out without interest.

Camel bells passed through in bursts, and the big iron gate opened with a whoosh.

More than a dozen overalls came in, each with an instrument with a lens in his hand, and his face was covered with dust and sweat, and the tallest one was still piercing as usual.

After Qin Zhou saw who was coming, he silently smelled himself, and it was okay, there was no smell of smoke.Because Bai Zhiwang had pharyngitis, Qin Zhou never smoked in front of him, and he was even reluctant to let him smell it.People are divided, but the habit is always there.

Bo Zhiwang walked towards him, at first he thought that the old director would not be awkward in the scene, but it turned out that Cen Min just finished smoking a cigarette, too lazy to meddle in the junior's nonsense, threw away the cigarette butts and went back to work .

It suddenly became a space for solitude, and Bai Zhiwang didn't know how to start, so he had to use his omnipotent work as a shield: "I just got a batch of data permissions from the city, so I can do an overall environment simulation after your cave is over."

Qin Zhou responded quietly.

In the scorching desert sun, the silhouettes of the two were indistinct, separated by the rising heat, leaning up and down very close.Passers-by who went back and forth might have thought they were talking about love.

Qin Zhou hid in the shadow of the corner, the light spots left by the leaves moved above his head, "Thank you, Teacher Bai."

Bai Zhiwang didn't understand why he was suddenly polite, "Where is this thanks?"

Qin Zhou raised his eyes to look at him. After breaking up for so long, he hadn't looked at Bai Zhiwang openly under the sun.

"Thank you for calling me here regardless of previous suspicions." Qin Zhou said.

Bai Zhiwang didn't deny it: "You know?"

Qin Zhou lifted his chin in the direction where Director Cen left, so Bai Zhiwang quickly understood who was talking loudly.

Bai Zhiwang explained: "Before the research group held a meeting, the academy wanted to recruit people from the Academy of Fine Arts to come over. If they have similar experience, they asked me if I had any recommended candidates."

Qin Zhou was curious: "I thought you would find someone else."

Bai Zhiwang chuckled, rolled up his dirt-covered sleeves, "You're right in front of me, who else can I see?"

This was said casually, but the listener took it to heart.

Qin Zhou looked at him, Bai Zhiwang couldn't hold back his face, turned his head and added: "I mean, there is no one who meets the standard except you."

With a bang, the iron door closed.There is yellow sand and lonely smoke outside the courtyard, and the courtyard is full of heat.

"Teacher Bai," Qin Zhou said in frustration, his neck sore, rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't want you to flirt with your ex-boyfriend like this."

"Liubai" is Bai Zhiwang's dialect. Qin Zhou has learned a lot of words with him for so many years, and his accent will be taken away after staying for a long time.

"Then if it's not the ex-boyfriend," Bai Zhiwang suddenly lowered his head, and sneered at the tip of Qin Zhou's nose, "can you feel free to flirt?"

The author says:

［1］There are styles referring to the murals on multiple layers in Cave 220