Jian Fangshu was Lin Qingsong's opposite number, and people around her didn't even dare to mention it.
True to his name, Jian Fangshu was like the bright morning sun shining on Lin Qingsong's dim first half of his life.
She is elegant, bright and charming. Who doesn't like a girl like this?
Jian Fangshu and Lin Qingsong were childhood sweethearts.
Lin Qingsong poured all his tenderness into her. In college, the two ended their ten-year secret love and fell in love with each other vigorously.
Even Tang Wan and Su Ye who were watching were envious of that time and love.
However, just before graduating from college, Jian Fangshu abandoned Lin Qingsong in a decisive way and went abroad alone.
Although no one knew the reason, these friends who had grown up together knew that the reason must lie with Lin Qingsong, otherwise this person would have chased him to Switzerland long ago.
The reason Su Ye didn't dare to mention it was because for so many years, no matter who Lin Qingsong was with, there was always Jian Fangshu's shadow.
The same long hair as hers, the same eyebrows as hers, the same bright temperament as hers...
Lin Qingsong looked for Jian Fangshu's shadow like a thirsty traveler, but this traveler was as obsessive as a phoenix who refused to drink from the sweet spring.
He spends a lot of money on these people who are somewhat similar to Jian Fangshu, but he never has physical relations with them.
It was as if he was deliberately angry with Jian Fangshu and wanted to be a clean husband who kept his integrity.
"Don't glare at him, it's time to let it go after all these years." Logan put down the wine glass, "If you really can't let it go, go to Switzerland to find her. Why are you looking for so many substitutes here to play sadomasochism for who to watch?"
"Tang Wan is right. If you still can't let go of Jian Fangshu, chase him back as soon as possible. Don't regret it after Jian Fangshu finds someone."
Perhaps because Su Ye was speaking a little hastily, Lin Qingsong stood up and went out to smoke.
"Look at him, he has such a temper." Su Ye complained to Tang Wan and changed the subject, "But I really think Lin Qingsong has taken it easy. The little lover he has adopted this time has not been changed for almost two years."
"The company is too busy to have time." Logan didn't take it seriously.
"It's possible that what happened to his brother before..." Su Ye glanced at the door and saw that Lin Qingsong hadn't come back yet. "Anyway, he was very busy, so it's normal that he didn't pay attention to it."
Lin Qingsong's younger brother Lin Xuedi insisted on studying archeology despite obstruction. He died in a safety accident at the archaeological site four years ago.
Therefore, all the pressure is on Lin Qingsong. It is possible that there is no time to find a new person.
But Su Ye's intuition was not that simple: "Who would delay playing? I think there is something fishy in it."
"Just don't seek death." Tang Wan glanced at him, "When Lin Gou wants to kill you, I will definitely hand him the knife."
…
Lin Qingsong, who came out for some air, lit a cigarette to calm down.
Tang Wan mentioned Jian Fangshu after a long time, pulling him into the years that made him sink like a quagmire.
Lin Qingsong didn't think that he kept a lover because he couldn't let go. Who would hang himself on a tree?
If all his lovers are like Jian Fangshu, it can also be said that he likes such people.
Ren Zixian stayed with him the longest, just because Ren Zixian fell in love with him at first sight and was obedient.
Lin Qingsong met Ren Zixian at an antique auction.
He had no interest in antiques, yet he had to socialize.
Ren Zixian was just a trainee who came with the antique broker.
She was standing in the corner, wearing a white shirt and a perfect suit. She was as helpless as a little rabbit who had stumbled into this party.
As soon as Lin Qingsong, who was surrounded by stars, came in, Ren Zixian's indifferent eyes suddenly burst into light.
Lin Qingsong also saw her almost immediately. She was tall and looked straight at him with a pair of almond eyes.
Such passionate eyes almost lifted Lin Qingsong's mind.
Lin Qingsong had never met such a bold girl before, and looked back with a chuckle.
However, Ren Zixian did not turn his head away in shame. Instead, he took two steps forward in surprise, but was pulled back by the person next to him.
Lin Qingsong originally thought that the matter would end there, but the next day he saw Ren Zixian standing in front of his car.
She was wearing a white dress and unfamiliar light makeup, her eyes were full of expectation, and the red agate beads on her white wrists were particularly eye-catching.
He always spoke with a vibrato to Lin Qingsong, calling him husband and asking him if he wanted to go have a drink.
It was obvious that she mustered up the courage to wait for him alone. Lin Qingsong found it funny: "Do you know what it means to ask me for a drink?"
Ren Zixian looked at him almost in trance, and after a few seconds he nodded seriously.
Lin Qingsong approached her slowly, like a leopard hunting, but gave his prey enough time to escape.
Ren Zixian was the first to grab his neck and kiss his lips.
Young and passionate.
By some strange coincidence, Lin Qingsong kept the man by his side until now.
Ren Zixian and Jian Fangshu are not alike, except for their passionate eyes, and their every move has a unique flavor.
This made Lin Qingsong, who had always followed the rules, indulge in making an exception.
Lin Qingsong put aside his pity for Jian Fangshu and vented all his cruelty on Ren Zixian.
The next day, when someone sent her to the hospital, they gave her a card, which sealed the relationship.
Very fair deal.
At least that's what Lin Qingsong thinks.
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In recent years, both the government and the private sector have attached great importance to cultural export, and the mining and protection of cultural relics have become particularly important.
While the official policy promotes convenience, it also allows some companies to support the revitalization of the cultural relics restoration profession.
As the saying goes, what the people want is what the people want, so there are an unprecedented number of students choosing cultural relics-related majors.
There is a saying among students that "there is wealth in the north and words in Beijing in the south".
Toyokyo University and Yanda University are almost equally divided, dividing all the students who choose cultural relics-related majors.
Fengjing, as an ancient capital of the past dynasties, not only has the cultural relics restoration major as a long-established major, but it is also close to the city on a first-come-first-served basis, allowing students to have more practical opportunities.
As a matter of fact, thanks to Professor Mo Wen, the leader of the cultural relic restoration profession, and the capital injection from many enterprises and governments, a large number of new equipment and technologies have been introduced, and the technology of cultural relic restoration has been applied to various fields.
It can be said that Yantai University is the one that has really revitalized the side field of cultural relic restoration, and cultural relics restoration has become the gold medal major of Yantai University.
It was early afternoon, and after a morning of work, the graduate students in the laboratory were a little tired.
Restoration of cultural relics is a manual job, which wastes waist, hands and brain.
You can't make any mistakes in the work at hand. You have to maintain a high level of concentration to make sure there are no mistakes.
Professor Mo Wen paced around the laboratory: "If you don't dare to repair on cultural relics, try making a fake first. Don't just start working on the original."
Senior brothers and sisters did not dare to slack off and acted more cautiously.
Professor Mo Wen slowly looked around with his hands behind his back and saw Ren Zixian in the corner: "Why are you revealing the white paper..."
As the words faded, other students also looked towards them. Professor Mo Wen asked with a straight face: "Which of you asked her to reveal the paper?"
There was silence in the huge laboratory, except for a senior sister wearing glasses who shivered and said, "You asked her to..."
Professor Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, then remembered: "Are you the student sent by Professor Yu?"
Although it was a question, he had already remembered it.
a month ago.
The first time Ren Zixian met Professor Mo Wen was in his lecture, when he was talking about a topic about the difference between China and the West in repair.
"The principle of Western cultural relic restoration is recognizability, which means that they believe that there should be obvious differences between the restored parts and the cultural relics. From a distance, there will be no difference, but if you look closely, you can see obvious traces of restoration. Therefore, "Professor Mo Wen called up the picture, "This is an ancient painting restored by the West. Patching like this and irreversible repair is a very common operation for them. But the domestic principle is to repair the old painting as it was before, and the restored product is required. It is infinitely close to the original work, so distressing is an eternal issue in the restoration of cultural relics.”
Ren Zixian waited for the speech to end and everyone dispersed before he dared to walk in front of Professor Mo Wen.
"Are you the student sent by Feng Jing?" Professor Mo Wen looked Ren Zixian up and down and ordered, "Li Shangshang, take her down to confess."
Unwrap it, take two pieces of rice paper as thin as cicada wings and glue them together, and then separate them bit by bit after they stand completely together.
If you don't pay attention, it will penetrate from above. Cultural relics larger than rice paper are everywhere. If you can't concentrate on ensuring the severity of the attack, no amount of money will be enough to compensate.
It's boring, but it's a necessary way to exercise your hand.
Therefore, tempering is the first lesson for every painting and calligraphy restorer.
Li Shangshang, the senior sister wearing glasses, knew after a little thought that the professor did not like to see Ren Zixian.
She didn't know the reason, but the professor's attitude was very clear.
Although he wouldn't make things difficult for her, it was easy to throw a pile of white paper to Ren Zixian to tear through.
In this way, Professor Mo Wen seemed to have forgotten her and did not arrange her subsequent writing.
In addition to her usual professional classes, her practical exercises consisted of holding a stack of white papers and separating them.
At this time, Professor Mo Wen saw that she was still opening the white paper: "How long have you been opening it?"
"A month."
Professor Mo Wen instantly understood that it was these senior brothers and sisters who were making things difficult for her.
Generally speaking, it only takes a few days to open the blank paper. It is probably because Professor Mo Wen does not pay attention to Ren Zixian, and some even treat her coldly, so he makes things difficult for her.
Unexpectedly, Ren Zixian not only did not make a fuss, but even quietly opened the blank paper for a month.
"May I have your name?"
When Professor Mo asked her, Ren Zixian reported her name and added: "I just transferred from Fengjing."
"Feng Jing..." Professor Mo thought for a while, "Are you the student sent by Professor Yu?"
Everyone else's expressions were surprised when they heard this. Everyone knew that for the same archaeological research, Yan Da had long-term financial support from the Lin Group and other groups, while Feng Jing was completely destitute.
Professor Mo looked at Ren Zixian. He had straight black hair hanging down and a pair of clear almond eyes. He was obviously sitting in an inconspicuous corner, but he could not be ignored.
"Follow me." Professor Mo pulled out a piece of folk paintings from a pile of folk paintings that had not yet been restored. "Tell me how to repair it."
Ren Zixian picked up the inscription. The damage to the heart of the painting was already serious, and it would collapse if not careful.
What's more serious is that white mildew spots have appeared on its surface, and there are countless cracks in details.
The restoration of ancient paintings pays attention to "cleaning, uncovering and complementing", with the focus on uncovering and patching up.
The average restorer can tell the size of the workload simply by looking at an ancient painting.
But now, this miserable folk painting may not end for even half a month.
