4000-year-old stone statue revived

After returning from the base without success, it was already Tang Xiaoyu's working time.He went to the office to punch out the card, and was about to follow the usual procedure to get the towel, brush, and bucket for maintenance, when he took two steps, he suddenly thought of a problem.

The statue is gone!Gone!Gone!What is he going to do with maintenance!

Do you have to be responsible for bathing the gods!

Tang Xiaoyu was so frightened by this brain supplement that he shook his head to shake off the water in it, and decided to ask the dean.

Before he could walk out of the office, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and it happened to be a call from the dean.He picked it up, but asked him to take Shenjun to the dean's room to find something.

"Dean?" Tang Xiaoyu poked half of his head through the door of the dean's room and looked inside.In addition to the dean, there was also a white-haired old man sitting on the reception sofa, leaning on a very dark mahogany cane.

This old man seemed familiar.Tang Xiaoyu was quietly looking at him when he was called in by the dean and motioned to sit down on the sofa.

"Who told you to sit!" The dean angrily said: "Please sit down first, do you understand the rules!"

As soon as Tang Xiaoyu's butt touched the sofa, he immediately jumped up like an electric shock, so please Ling Guang sit down.

The dean glared at him, and then began to introduce the benevolent old man: "This is Mr. Feng, the great benefactor of our museum."

Following the director's introduction, Tang Xiaoyu finally belatedly remembered who the familiar old man in front of him was.Mr. Feng, a famous rich man, philanthropist, and collector, he sent many exhibits in the courtyard for free exhibition, including the red jade hairpin.It is said that the land where the stone statue of Lingguang Shenjun was once belonged to him. When the museum wanted to relocate here, the government negotiated with him for a long time, and finally got the land with several terms.

These include free access to the museum, visiting the treasures in the collection at any time, getting close to the stone statue of the Lingguang God, etc. The daily maintenance of the stone statue was also a rule set at that time.

It was probably because Mr. Feng heard about the explosion of the stone statue yesterday that he couldn't hold back and rushed to the museum early in the morning.

Tang Xiaoyu nodded to Mr. Feng while remembering, but saw that the latter's piercing eyes suddenly filled with tears, as if extremely deep emotions erupted in an instant.The emotion was too heavy, and Tang Xiaoyu, who was affected by the shock, couldn't help but backed away frequently, wanting to stay away.

"Shenjun...Shenjun!" Mr. Feng shook his hands so excitedly that he almost couldn't hold the mahogany walking stick.

Ling Guang looked at him suspiciously, as if he couldn't match the face in his memory: "Feng..."

"Twelve, twelve phoenixes, the emperor!"

Ling Guang showed an expression of enlightenment.

The dean observed the interaction between the two, feeling ominous.He pretended to cough dryly, and said insinuatingly: "Old Mr. Feng, then you came this time to..."

As if awakened by someone else, Mr. Feng's outburst of emotions was suppressed in an instant, and he returned to the appearance of a wise old man again, straightened his back and said solemnly: "I am here to pick up the god."

The dean was taken aback, feeling something was wrong.His mind was a little confused. The stone statue belonged to the museum, but the land where the stone statue was located was obtained through negotiations between the government and Mr. Feng Lao.According to the terms, Mr. Feng has the right to touch the stone statue, but the god king cannot be completely equated with the stone statue.Now Mr. Feng seems to want to bring the god back to his home. Should he agree or disagree?

In other words, does it make sense for him to agree to disagree?Could he still restrict the freedom of the gods?

The dean got stuck for a long time and didn't answer. Tang Xiaoyu shrank his neck and looked left and right, but couldn't figure out who to help.What he is most worried about now is that the stone statue is gone, and the god is gone, how should he continue his work of maintaining the stone statue?

Are you going to lose your job?

He shuddered and decided to put the horrible thought behind him for the time being.

Seeing that no one made a sound, Mr. Feng assumed that they were acquiescing, so he turned to Ling Guang: "Shenjun, we..."

"Don't go." Ling Guang threw two words at him quite simply.

The poor old gentleman was choked back at his age, and almost had a heart attack. After he took a breather, he complained aggrievedly: "Shenjun, the conditions here are not..."

"The spirit bird and the orb are here."

A few short words instantly changed Mr. Feng's mind, he slowly lowered his head, and humbly replied: "Yes." Immediately, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Xiao Wang, bring my suitcase in."

Dean: "???"

What rhythm is this?Could it be that Mr. Feng wants to live in the museum?

A few minutes later, three sturdy black suits carrying two suitcases on the left and right, led by a middle-aged man who looked like a butler, walked all the way to the door of the dean's room.The housekeeper called out to Mr. Feng, and then motioned for the men in black suits to put the suitcases on the coffee table one by one, and open them for the dean to see.

"Dean Qi, I can donate these cultural relics to the museum for free. Correspondingly, please allow me to stay in the hospital and serve the god personally."

How could the dean listen to Mr. Jinfeng's words? His eyes flicked across the items in the box like sticky saliva. If it wasn't for the clarity in his mind, he might have been eaten by a tiger long ago. , Hold the box tightly and beat him to death without letting go.

He even saw a bronze vessel with an inscription in it!God knows how much it's worth!

A group of people silently watched the dean's nympho, and finally got his extremely ingratiating answer: "Yes, yes, Mr. Feng, you can live wherever you want!"

The large attic in the south courtyard, which is bright and sunny, has been transformed from an empty large room into a warm and livable place after several hours of renovation.Sofas, reclining chairs, tatami mats, and a neat row of lily bamboos by the floor-to-ceiling windows.Mr. Feng even moved in a small sycamore tree with a height of more than three meters. It stood in the center of the attic. From all directions, it was full of lush greenery. With the midday sun, it seemed to be on some peerless island.

When Tang Xiaoyu took Shenjun for a walk and returned to the big attic, he thought he had entered some kind of fairyland by mistake.When he saw the decorations in the house clearly, his mouth opened into a big circle in shock.

Fuck, what are you doing, is this going to raise birds indoors? !

The men in black suits and Butler Wang had already left, leaving Mr. Feng standing respectfully at the bottom of the sycamore tree.The air in the house is fresh and pleasant, full of the vitality of plants.

"Shenjun." Mr. Feng slightly raised his arm, revealing the soft towel hanging on it: "Wipe your feet."

Tang Xiaoyu was taken aback for a moment, only then did he realize that Shenjun was not wearing shoes.Perhaps because the long cloak dragged the floor and blocked his sight, he didn't notice it for so long, and he walked around the compound like a pet for a long time.

Fortunately, Mr. Feng was very observant, and even prepared a few pairs of lightweight soft boots, which were lined up at the door.

Ling Guang leisurely leaned on the reclining chair, and while basking in the sun, he was rubbing his feet. He was obviously very satisfied with Mr. Feng's arrangement.Some clever seabirds flew from the sea and stopped on the balcony railing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, chirping and chirping, as if chatting.

After admiring the beautiful scenery for a while, Tang Xiaoyu always felt that something was out of harmony.

Although the existence of Shenjun is so long that there are almost no historical records, he still looks like a young man in appearance, and Mr. Feng looks like an ancient old man. The ancient old man squatted in front of the young man to wipe his feet. Say something nasty.

"Mr. Feng, I... I will come, I will!" Tang Xiaoyu hurried forward, trying to take the soft towel from Mr. Feng's hand.

Mr. Feng escaped the salty pig's hand with a vigorous posture beyond his age, and said in fear: "Mr. Tang, this is my duty... Also, just call me twelve."

How can that be?Tang Xiaomin shook his head in fright.Call the great benefactor of the museum "Twelve"?Not even the usual name, but just "Twelve"?I dare not kill him.

"I'll still call you Feng Lao." Tang Xiaoyun promised.

Feng Twelve didn't insist anymore, after carefully wiping his feet, he proposed to Lingguang: "Shenjun, do you need me to find the spirit bird and the orb?"

Ling Guang turned his face and looked at him a few times: "Your catastrophe is coming soon, don't waste your energy. This matter..." He turned to Tang Xiaoyu: "This guy said he will find a way."

Tang Xiaoyu was confused when he heard it, when he was suddenly named, his spine shivered, and he subconsciously agreed.After answering the words, he realized that he had been cheated by the god.

He knew what the orb was, and he knew roughly where to look for it.What the hell is a spirit bird?

Hearing Ling Guang's arrangement, although Feng Twelve felt a little uneasy, he didn't dare to speak back, so he could only say worriedly: "One more thing, your divine power is too weak now, and your recovery speed is very slow, I think it's better to do it as soon as possible Call back the god body..."

"I know it myself." Ling Guang quickly interrupted him, and winked: "You step back."

Seeing that Feng Twelve was about to leave, Tang Xiaoyu hurriedly stood up, trying to run away.Unexpectedly, Shenjun Da stopped him specially, and raised his handsome chin towards him.

"They're going to eat that bag of biscuits you left over from this morning."

they?Tang Xiaoyu followed Ling Guang's eyes and found that what he was referring to was the group of birds squatting on the balcony railing outside.He twitched the corner of his mouth, had no choice but to pick up the biscuits placed on the bamboo tea table, and moved away from the French windows.

Usually, at this point, the birds would scatter in all directions as if frightened, but this time it was a little different.They were crowded into a group, stretching their necks eagerly and raising their heads.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp...

Does this make me a mother bird?Tang Xiaoyu crushed a few pieces of sweet biscuits in his hand, and two fat puffins jumped onto his arms, occupying the best position and pecking vigorously.He looked at the splattered biscuit crumbs, and couldn't help but think to himself: a group of little things that eat and eat.

During the feeding period, Ling Guang stepped out of the window, stood aside and looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and raised his finger, and bounced the fat puffin standing on Tang Xiaoyu's left arm.

The fat puffin was caught off guard and slipped, flapped its wings twice to stabilize its body, moved its buttocks, and dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Tang Xiaoyu found it very funny: "Why are you bullying it?"

Facing the sun, Ling Guang raised the corners of his lips at him: "Bring them more food, it will help you complete the task."