Ren Zixian was getting better and better, her energy was highly concentrated, and her eyes fell on the spotlight again.
'How to remove the mold in the coffin when all pharmaceutical means cannot penetrate it? '
Cheng Jie sweatdropped, her hands trembling and she gritted her teeth again to change the tune.
Ren Zixian followed up calmly, without any less panic.
'How to repair a paint painting that has become crumbled when it is damp inside and dry outside? '
Unable to cope, no strategy…
A pale and dazzling spotlight was cast from above his head, and Ren Zixian looked at his own shadow on the ground.
Mold cannot be treated without contact, but paint can be easily damaged by contact. How to deal with it?
Suddenly a weird squeaking sound broke the originally perfect piano sound.
Cheng Jie turned pale instantly, she made a mistake!
Ren Zixian didn't even take the stage, and then based on the sound of Cheng Jie's mistake, he composed the solo melody at the other end.
The sound of the violin was elegant and lingering, and the originally intense and high-spirited tune suddenly became elegant and lingering.
The entire empty venue was a one-man performance for Ren Zixian. She stood on the stage, obviously attracting the attention of everyone, but she also had a paranoid and lonely temperament.
Cheng Jie watched Ren Zixian's solo and involuntarily put down the guitar, holding her breath while listening to Ren Zixian's solo with ease.
It's like a stage specially prepared for Ren Zixiao, and he doesn't even need other people to accompany him.
Ren Zixian gently pulled the bow string, and the song ended, a perfect ending.
For a moment, both the audience and the staff forgot that this was Cheng Jie's concert.
"You..." Cheng Jie started, but then she remembered that Ren Zixian had stolen all the limelight. Just as she was about to say something, she saw her manager clasping his hands to beg her.
Cheng Jie clicked her tongue and immediately changed her face: "Young lady is so amazing. Have you really never been exposed to music before?"
Ren Zixian was stunned. After more than ten minutes of getting along, she was very sure that Cheng Jie was trying to make things difficult for her, otherwise she would not have changed the music score arbitrarily in such a public place, but now her words were kind to her relatives.
"Yeah," Ren Zixian was rather cold.
"Music will not reject anyone. As long as you have the dream of music, it's never too late." Cheng Jie was humiliated because of Ren Zixian. At this time, she didn't want to say a word to her, "Then thank you, little sister." , please come down and take a seat.”
Ren Zixian didn't say much and walked straight off the stage with his violin in hand.
At this time, Cheng Jie's agency had already sent someone - Tang Wan called their CEO directly.
The people she brought with Tang Wan were made things so difficult for her, which was a blatant embarrassment to Tang Wan.
Even if Ren Zixian doesn't care, then Tang Wan will teach Cheng Jie some lessons for the sake of the Tang family and the Lin family.
…
However, after waiting for half an hour, Ren Zixian did not return to her original seat. She left from the backstage.
"Lin Qingsong," Tang Wan felt lost and could only call Lin Qingsong, "Ren Zixian is missing."
"What?" Lin Qingsong had just finished a long urgent meeting, and his eyebrows hurt suddenly, "What do you mean missing?"
Logan took a deep breath and said succinctly, "I took her out to watch the concert, but she got lost backstage."
"Are you looking for it?" Lin Qingsong gestured to Wang Qi.
Wang Qi clearly called the driver to bring the car over.
"We're looking for her. The concert staff are helping to find her. We checked the surveillance to confirm that she left on her own. I don't know where she will go."
"What happened?" Lin Qingsong asked, "She is not the kind of person who leaves without saying goodbye."
Tang Wan fell silent for a moment, and Lin Qingsong asked again: "Say."
"I met your little lover before." Tang Wan sighed, "It was the little star named Cheng Jie. She targeted Ren Zixian a little bit, and then disappeared."
"Okay, okay." Lin Qingsong's face turned pale instantly, "Find the person first, and then deal with it later."
…
It is said that the city has entered the depth of winter, and heavy snowflakes are falling one after another. On the deserted streets, I can walk slowly in the snow.
She was obviously still thinking about it, and could not find that possibility among thousands of recipes.
Ren Zixian stretched out his hand to catch the snowflake and watched it melt in the palm of his hand. He could not use soaking method, otherwise it would destroy the color of the paint itself, but he had to go deep inside to remove the mold. What should he do?
Countless lights rushed towards her like a tide, depriving her of breath and making her whole body seem to be filled with medicine and ice and snow.
The light penetrated everywhere, and the world in front of Ren Zixian became bizarre. The surrounding lights converged into a huge lacquer coffin, with the smell of earth.
Ren Zixian saw countless fluorescent lights falling in front of her eyes, passing through the already falling apart coffin.
The person standing in front of the fluorescent light was her. Ren Zixian wanted to get closer, but every step he took accelerated the decay of the coffin.
Colorful light spots were flying rapidly in the direction she was going, and she couldn't catch any of them.
Ren Zixian walked forward in the wind and snow without an umbrella, and his body was covered with snow.
A lingering or high-spirited melody sounded in her ears, vibrating her chest and stimulating her nerves.
Lin Qingsong saw this scene when he drove in. He originally thought that Ren Zixian was very ignorant. He had obviously broken up with Cheng Jie a long time ago, but she still had to get angry with him when he was so busy.
At this moment, all the impatience that Ren Zixian felt turned into pity and soft-heartedness.
He stopped the car, grabbed his coat, and quickly caught up with Ren Zixian.
Ren Zixian suddenly stopped in place. She gasped for breath, as if someone had taken away the only air she had.
"Ren Zixian!" Lin Qingsong watched Ren Zixian fall straight back, and his heart suddenly stopped.
Lin Qingsong rushed over and hugged Ren Zixian before she landed, and the wind and snow melted on her body.
Ren Zixian's distracted eyes gradually focused, and her eyelashes were covered with ice and snow.
"I..." she spoke, her voice hoarse and sad, "I thought of it! I want to go to school. You take me to school!"
Ren Zixian turned around and reached out to grab Lin Qingsong's sleeve, struggling to get up.
Lin Qingsong wrapped her in his coat: "Okay, I'll take you to school."
She seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and before she could recover, she was carried into the car by Lin Qingsong.
Lin Qingsong looked at her pale face: "What do you want to do, I might be able to help you."
He knew very well how much Ren Zixian had paid for this project, so Lin Qingsong had to give her all his support, not only for Ren Zixian, but also for Lin Qingsong himself.
Ren Zixian blinked: "I want to learn from the school and bring all the fake test products. I want to do an experiment."
Her lips were white with coldness, but her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be glowing.
Lin Qingsong couldn't help but remember watching her answer at Yan University. She was so confident and flamboyant, like a star that no one could look directly at.
"I know," Lin Qingsong wiped her hair with the spare towel in the car, "Good student, you have to tell me what you want to do, so that I can help you."
Ren Zixian finally understood what he meant: "I want to do an experiment on mold inside lacquer paintings, and I need a large number of lacquer paintings to provide data."
She paused for a moment, then added: “The more, the merrier.”
Lin Qingsong chuckled and reached out to touch her face: "You don't need to get the fakes, I can help you."
He drove Ren Zixian to the Zhu family's cultural relic storage base, where there is the largest cultural relic restoration laboratory in the country, with tens of millions of cultural relic samples.
Ren Zixian followed Lin Qingsong into the cultural relic restoration base with the Zhu family logo, and realized later that Lin Qingsong seemed to have taken over the Zhu family.
Earlier than she expected...
It can save time, so of course Ren Zixiao will not refuse pretentiously.
Lin Qingsong had already ordered his cultural relic restorer to follow up on this project. Although he believed that Ren Zixian could handle it well, he had to make two preparations.
You can't come up with the most novel plan, but at least have backup plans ready.
Ren Zixian is young and energetic, and he understands that he likes challenging things, but some things cannot be accomplished with enthusiasm.
Although Lin Qingsong had just taken over the Zhu family's business, he followed Lin Kaifeng in the business world after graduation, so he naturally understood that he should never fight an unprepared battle.
Ren Zixian was taken into a warehouse, which was brightly lit. It was already night, but the coffin was being repaired in full swing.
Although the Zhu family is engaged in antique restoration, they are also leaders in the industry and will not be led by the school and research institutes. It is also normal to have your own research laboratory and research base.
Just now in the car, Lin Qingsong had asked Wang Qi to search for all the lacquer paintings that met the conditions, and used the Zhu family's channels to obtain lacquer paintings that met the conditions from all over the country.
This was the first time he had used the Zhu family's resources and connections. He didn't understand the enthusiasm for these researchers, but since the Zhu family's property had been handed over to him, it was business.
Projects that the Morven Laboratory and the Cultural Relics Restoration Factory cannot handle may not be possible for the Zhu family.
The person in charge of the lacquer coffin team heard that Lin Qingsong was coming and rushed over immediately: "Mr. Lin, we have formulated two plans, namely lacquer coffin analysis and infiltration repair. Among them, the lacquer coffin analysis must separate the coffin and lacquer painting. open……"
Seeing Lin Qingsong's attitude, the person in charge immediately turned around and reported the current progress to Ren Zixian, saying "Teacher Ren" in a very respectful manner.
Lin Qingsong raised his hand to stop him from continuing, and said to Ren Zixian: "As long as it is from here, you can use it. If you need anything, call Wang Qi or come to me."
Ren Zixian nodded, and then Lin Qingsong touched her face: "There is no need to save. So far, Zhujia Antiques has more than 12,600 ancient lacquer paintings, and they have been transferred from the warehouse. Do you want to Whatever you do, do it.”
The person in charge was breathless next to her. All the lacquer paintings in the Zhu Family Antique Shop were given to her for an experiment?
Ren Zixian was stunned. Of course she understood the concept of twelve thousand six hundred pieces, but she had to do it.
"Thanks."
Before Lin Qingsong turned around, he heard a sentence as soft as a mosquito's groan.
