Obviously he had booked three rooms, but Zong Guang abruptly changed his room into a twin room.

A drunk man who fantasizes about his own girl must never leave his sight.

Because he still had a flight mission, Zong Guang left the hotel early in the morning and went to the airport.

When Zong Guang arrived at the airport, Zong Ji happened to get on the plane.

Although there was a gap of two or three hours in between, it was so early in the morning that there was no problem.

Zong Guang's judgment was correct.

The person with the most problems now is Nie Guangyi.

After waking up and thinking about what he had done the night before, Nie Guangyi wanted to move the hotel carpet away to see if the cracks in the floor could fit his eight-pack abs.

People who drink poorly are prone to fragmentation.

The crux of the matter is that the most embarrassing words are said before drinking.

"I have been to Liaoning Province twice before. Once when I was a child, I came with my father, and once when I was in college, I came with my supervisor and classmates. I really don't know much about it."

After the rain, I don’t know where the dragon is. A pond is filled with green grass and thousands of frogs croaking.

"Dad, go get the curator back first." Nie Tianqin held up the phone and said to Nie Guangyi.

"This thematic display starts with the Jinniushan people in Yingkou in the Stone Age and opens up the [Hongshan Culture] of the Neolithic Age. The main body is the cultural relics of the Shang, Zhou, Qin, and Han dynasties, including the Han, Xiongnu, Khitan,

Xianbei, Goryeo, Jurchen... is an ancient cultural display system with distinctive features and rich content."

[I have known for a long time that this boy has a very high IQ, but he cannot hold his girl back at this time.]

"Yes, but we didn't find out about this until we arrived at the hotel." Nie Tianqin showed his empty hands, and didn't know if he was laughing or saying helplessly: "No, I just put my luggage in the room."

Without considering the possibility that his uncle was actually his opponent, he confessed his love so unpreparedly.

"My biological father, why are you here?"

After Zong Guang left, Nie Guangyi just sat on the bed and kept thinking about life.

"It's necessary. I'll call now. I'll put Brother Zong on speaker phone."

Although he was a little embarrassed, Nie Guangyi was grateful that his mouth was free from the command of the central nervous system.

"Good morning, Brother Zongji."

Nie Guangyi turned on the turned on mobile phone and dialed the number when he heard the ringtone coming from behind.

"Ouyang Xun not only has one cursive copybook handed down to the world, but also his "Zhongni Meng's Laying Note" at the Liaobo Museum. The "Thousand-Character Essay in Cursive Script" written by Song Huizong at the Liaobo Museum is really the only cursive copy of Song Huizong Zhao Ji.

."

According to the original plan, he wanted to slowly change the girl's outlook and gradually make the brothers recognize his father-in-law's identity.

She is not used to being embarrassed, she is only used to listening to her father.

"I even know the numbers, how can I know the names?" Nie Guangyi asked in a polite manner. After asking, he remembered that he was not really a broken man, but he really wanted to be a son-in-law to others, even if he was really broken after drinking.

Yes, before I drank, I already had the heart to express my love.

"My biological father, you came on the same flight as Brother Zongda?"

"Ms. Meng, being too modest is pride, or do you simply don't want to explain to Professor Nie?" Nie Guangyi said with anger.

【Ah, what kind of mountain is Tai.】

"It's very detailed and clear. It takes the general history of China as its warp and local history as its latitude."

Nie Guangyi's eyes were sincere.

Nie Taedun is still the same Nie Taedun, and it does not change based on confession.

"Then you must not do it!" Nie Guangyi hurriedly refused: "When you go to a museum and you have to provide explanations and guides, doesn't that question the professionalism of Zong Da's brother and daughter?"

"Daddy wants it."

"Why are you knocking?"

"Brother Zongji, I made an appointment with Miss Meng yesterday to go to Liaoning Bo at ten o'clock today. I saw that the time difference couldn't be better, so I came over and knocked on the door." Nie Guangyi stretched out his left hand and showed the watch on his wrist to Zong

He pointed at the overlapping minute and second hands on the dial and said loudly: "Look, it's ten o'clock, one minute and one second. It was exactly ten o'clock when I knocked on the door for the first time."

A son can have no moral integrity and no bottom line. As a leading academic figure, Nie Tianqin does not expose the truth even if he does not expose it.

Zongji went directly to Meng Xinzhi's room.

"It's okay to be a human being in a museum. If I want to participate in the restoration process, I have to ask my dad. After all, the curator and I are not familiar with each other, and I don't know very well whether this restoration has any requirements for the environment and the number of participants."

"The painting of Lady with Hairpin Flowers has become a treasure of the museum, largely because it belongs to the realistic painting style. The only copy I'm asking about is the calligraphy."

He had integrity on one side and his son on the other. In desperation, Nie Tianqin chose to stay out of sight.

"Brother Nie, can I come with you?"

"No way, Professor Nie, who are you listening to? Yesterday, I made an appointment with Miss Meng to go to Liaoning Museum of Science and Technology at ten o'clock today. Did I even call you specifically to ask you to help talk to the curator?

?”

When a person's face is thicker than the city wall, conquering the city is never a problem.

Zong Ji has a good temper, but he still can't stand Nie Guangyi's almost legendary brain circuit.

Looking back now, Zong Guang actually didn't provoke him much, he just asked him if he was both married and out of the closet.

"What's more, what's more? Your teacher will definitely not ask you to come all the way to Liaoning to visit the museum because of just twenty words. If a teacher does this, he will have to report to the school for cutting corners. Right?

Professor Nie."

Nie Guangyi asked himself, this time, when he came out with Meng Xin, he had never thought about confessing his love.

After knocking on Nie Guangyi's door for a long time, there was no one there. He called and turned off his phone, so he had to run to find Zong Ji.

Liaoning Museum.

"You don't even remember what happened next?"

"Do you want dad to go with you?"

"Where's your piece?"

[At this time, Ah Xin is not suitable to be a commentator, so who else is suitable?

Can a girl who can be easily blocked be really liked?

Can't!

Absolutely not.

"My biological father, I went and had it measured. My head circumference is the most standard golden ratio. It's not big. In front of outsiders, you would never call me that before. What happened today? My dear.

father."

"No, I went to eat by myself right after. I was quite full. When I came back, I met Miss Meng and her brother who were out looking for food, and then I drank directly."

"It's like this. Brother Zongji also wants to see the restoration of "Luo Shen Fu Tu". Could you please trouble my father to call the curator and ask if he can be a visitor?"

Nie Guangyi turned his head, and then quickly turned back: "Oh, I almost forgot. Professor Nie has left first."

There is only embarrassment, the awkward air condensed like clouds.

"Yes dad."

"The treasure of the museum is "Pictures of Ladies with Hairpins" by Zhou Fang of the Tang Dynasty."

Nie Guangyi poked his head, crossed Zongji and asked Meng Xinzhi: "Is that so? Miss Meng, can you explain it to laymen like me and my dad?"

Without a trace of impurities.

Meng Xinzhi met her father's eyes and misunderstood a little, thinking that her father asked her to answer the call.

…

"Well, dad just called the curator. The curator said that as long as you don't want to get started, it won't be a big problem if there are more or less visitors. He also asked if you would like an explanation and a guide."

"Miss Meng's father called last night and said that you were knocked unconscious by two bottles of snowflakes. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I took the first flight to come over and have a look together."

In the corridor of the hotel, there is no sound of wind, rain, reading, no sound of autumn insects, and no evening birds.

After thinking about it carefully, Nie Guangyi should be angry because he called him Taishan.

That is really the clarity that only children can have, and should not appear in the eyes of adults at all.

"Datou, I heard that you did something big last night."

Meng Xinzhi is somewhat used to it.

Considering his son's mysophobia, Nie Tianqin opened another room near Nie Guangyi's room.

Meng Xinzhi's tutor helped Nie Guangyi a lot.

During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

"Sorry for the slip of the tongue. Please forgive me, Brother Zongji."

"Brother Zongji asked this. If you don't know, you must know. The [convex] brick-concrete Roman-style building at No. 26, Shiwei Road, Heping District, covers an area of ​​19,600 square meters.
To be continued...