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Tuesday, cloudy.

The Xinghai City Museum in the old city area was closed. Today was a closed day, and only a few security guards were strolling around outside.

A black Mercedes-Benz van quietly stopped at the back door.

Lin Yan pushed open the car door and got out, casually pressing down his baseball cap. Shen Qingqiu got out from the other side, exuding an aura of imposing presence, his entire being radiating an aura of "keep away."

Upon seeing the two, Chen Desheng, who was waiting at the door, immediately greeted them with a big smile: "Teacher Lin, President Shen, thank you for making the trip in this hot weather."

"If you take someone's money, you have to solve their problems. I need to see for myself what good stuff is here before I start writing."

Last night's strong liquor was so potent that it kept him awake all night; he still looks languid and sleepy.

The three swiped their cards to pass through the internal passage and enter the first exhibition hall.

The light dimmed instantly. To protect the ancient lacquerware and silk fabrics, all the ceiling lights in the exhibition hall were turned off, leaving only a faint, cool light from the bottom of the display cases.

The surroundings were so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat; only the sound of three people's footsteps echoed in the empty exhibition hall.

Chen Desheng pointed to both sides and acted as a tour guide: "This is the core area of ​​our museum's third floor, which mainly exhibits Ming and Qing dynasty official kiln porcelain and some Han dynasty bronzes."

Lin Yan approached a display case, inside which stood a bronze ding vessel from the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The mottled rust covers the entire body of the cauldron, and the intricate taotie pattern reveals a powerful sense of age under the dim light.

Lin Yan reached out and touched the glass in the air.

In his previous life, he had consulted a vast amount of historical materials. Now, seeing these ancient artifacts from a thousand years ago with his own eyes, the profound sense of history instantly struck his soul.

Shen Qingqiu stood beside him, but her gaze did not fall on the cultural relics; instead, it was fixed on Lin Yan's profile.

She suddenly realized that when this guy got serious, the smell of salted fish on him disappeared, and he exuded a charming depth.

Chen Desheng's cell phone suddenly started buzzing wildly in his pocket.

He pulled it out and glanced at it, his expression changing slightly: "Gentlemen, the bureau leaders suddenly had a video check-in, I have to go to the hallway to deal with them. Take your time, I'll be back in five minutes!"

After saying that, the chubby figure darted towards the safety exit.

In an instant, only Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu remained in the huge exhibition hall.

The air was quiet, almost ambiguous.

Lin Yan strolled forward with his hands in his pockets, casually complaining, "Boss, staying in a place like this makes life seem pretty pointless. Look at this cauldron, it's three thousand years old. The people who cast it can't even find any ashes. We risk our lives outside to make tens of millions, and a hundred years from now, isn't it all just a box?"

Shen Qingqiu followed behind without saying a word. The light was too dim, and she didn't notice the copper strips on the carpet used to create a safety barrier.

He tripped and lost his balance, falling to the right.

She didn't scream, but instinctively reached out to grab the glass cabinet next to her.

At the critical moment, a warm, large hand reached out and grabbed her wrist!

Lin Yan pulled her back sharply, and Shen Qingqiu crashed solidly into Lin Yan's arms, her nose filled with the faint scent of mint shampoo.

"Watch where you're going. These are all antiques; what are we going to pay for if you break them?" Lin Yan released her hand and asked in a low voice, "Did you sprain your ankle?"

Shen Qingqiu steadied herself, her heart pounding. She shook her head: "It's nothing, the light was too dim to see clearly."

She had intended to withdraw her hand, but the instant her fingertips brushed against Lin Yan's palm, she inexplicably did not back down.

Instead, he spread his slender fingers and slid them directly between Lin Yan's fingers.

Grab him with your backhand. Interlock your fingers.

Lin Yan's hand suddenly froze, and he turned his head to look at President Shen, who was only a blurry silhouette in the dim light.

"Boss, what kind of operation is this? You're blatantly taking advantage of your employees!" He said, his voice laced with barely suppressed laughter.

Shen Qingqiu's ears burned, but her voice remained aloof and arrogant.

"I heard this exhibition hall used to be a mass grave. I'm afraid of the dark, what's wrong with holding hands for a bit?"

Her excuses were so lame that even if the King of Heaven himself came, Shen Qingqiu wouldn't be afraid of the dark.

Lin Yan saw through her act but didn't say anything, and didn't loosen his grip, letting her hold on.

Their palms touched, and the temperature soared.

They strolled hand in hand to the center of the hall.

There stood a freestanding cylindrical display case with bulletproof glass on all four sides. Inside, a single porcelain vase sat all alone.

Under the overhead light, the bottle's white body appeared as smooth as jade, with intricate and exquisite deep blue intertwined floral patterns.

Even after hundreds of years, the colors are still so vibrant that they take your breath away.

Lin Yan stopped in his tracks and read the title from the display board: "Ming Dynasty, Xuande period, blue and white plum vase with lotus scroll design."

Shen Qingqiu gazed at the bottle: "It's amazing, the color is like the sky after a rain."

Boom! A bolt of lightning struck Lin Yan's mind.

The sky is the color of rain and mist, and I am waiting for you!

Those musical notes etched into my bones from a past life instantly pieced together automatically.

Without a doubt, this is absolutely the masterpiece on this planet that best complements porcelain and the Jiangnan region!

Lin Yan burst out laughing and softly hummed a pentatonic prelude with a distinctly oriental flavor.

The melody was ethereal and melodious, as if it had pierced through the misty rain of hundreds of years ago, and crashed hard onto Shen Qingqiu's eardrums.

Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to ask what kind of music it was, the door to the emergency exit quietly opened a crack in the shadows fifty meters behind them.

A man in black lay there like a gecko, holding a professional SLR camera with an infrared high-sensitivity lens.

"Click, click." The electronic shutter flashed wildly and silently.

In the shot, the scene backlit by the dim light is captured in high definition, showing the aloof diva and Lin Yan holding hands tightly, standing side by side in front of the blue and white porcelain display case.

The paparazzi in black stared at the preview image on the camera, trembling with excitement.

"Holy crap, Brother Wang wasn't lying, he really caught a bombshell!"

He quickly put away his weapons and disappeared into the darkness down the stairs.