The area is 3,800 square meters.”

People and life are all first-grade Chinese characters. Speaking of them, there is actually nothing to think about.

Listening to the conversation between Nie and his son, Zongji and Meng Xinzhi looked at each other.

Nie Guangyi referred to Zongji as brother, but Zongji was a little confused as to whether he had received a fake call yesterday.

What's more, he ended the film early, and he would fight anyone who told him that he liked Meng Xinzhi.

Nie Guangyi turned his head and saw Professor Nie.

Although he was reluctant, he still followed his father's wishes and took up the topic: "Liaoning Museum is a very famous museum for its exhibitions, especially the "Special Exhibition of Liaoning Historical Cultural Relics" which has received unanimous praise from experts. My former tutor and classmates

I came here just to visit and study this display."

Nie Guangyi may not have thought that here in Mengxin, Zongji's mood is more important than her own.

Meng Xinzhi glanced at him, and he thought the girl was encouraging him to continue asking questions.

Nie Guangyi stayed in the room until almost ten o'clock before coming out, and at ten o'clock, ten seconds, he knocked on Meng Xinzhi's door.

Nie Guangyi woke up very early and knew exactly when Zong Guang left.

But he just continued to pretend to sleep quietly.

Zongji warned himself in his heart:

"Then you guys talk first." Nie Tianqin said to Zong Ji.

"Isn't that necessary? Once a brother, always a father."

"Then you call your dad?" Zongji's question didn't contain much of a real question.

Nie Guangyi's nickname was wrong. He should not be called Guangyi Dashao, but Guangyi Dayong.

"Let's just say that Miss Meng is the most professional! You can't let amateurs like your father do this kind of thing."

If he hadn't confessed first, he would definitely be at a disadvantage now.

"Whose former residence am I asking about?"

"Yes." Nie Tianqin asked his son meaningfully: "You will do big things soon, right?"

"Guangyi, you just called dad. What's the matter?"

"Liaobo Museum is the first museum after the founding of New China." Zong explained automatically: "The place we are now is the new museum of Liaobo Museum. The old museum is not so big, but it is the former residence of celebrities and can be regarded as a cultural relic.

,Brother Nie, does he know whose former residence it is?"

"Nothing, nothing." Nie Tianqin didn't know how to answer the question.

"I just saw Miss Meng and her brother. I thought that the girl and her brother were here, so I drank with confidence."

Now that others don't admit it, he is still trying to act like a father-in-law. Isn't that what Nie Guangyi meant?

"Axin, did you make an appointment to go to the museum at ten o'clock?"

"How can I remember the fragment? Did I call you, Professor Nie? What did I say?"

Nie Dayong answered the signal instantly: "Girl, please tell me, what are the characteristics of this special display?"

"Ouyang Xun's "A Thousand-Character Essay in Running Script"?" Meng Xinzhi was a little unsure, but she remembered answering the teacher's questions in class.

"Brother Nie, good morning."

Zong Ji felt that he should be angry.

Before Meng Xinzhi could answer, Nie Tianqin answered first: "Look at Dad's memory. He has forgotten that this is Miss Meng's professional field. We don't have much time right now, so I'll tell the curator not to arrange it."

Let’s ask Miss Meng to show us some of the treasures of the museum, and then go and see how the scroll is being restored.”

Nie Guangyi bravely and timidly added: "The official residence of Tang Yulin, the warlord of the Feng dynasty and the governor of Rehe. How can Brother Zongji ask such a simple question? You must ask how many floors this official residence has.

How many floors are there on the ground? This is a question related to numbers that can be answered accurately."

He took a deep look at Meng Xinzhi and confirmed that Nie Guangyi was not in his daughter's eyes, and then felt a little relieved.

My eyes didn't tell me that there was anything fishy about my uncle, but his foodie mouth was still strong enough.

What else can dispel the dew of embarrassment better than a father's question?

"May I ask, girl, what are the unique copies of Liaobo?"

"It's serious. Brother Nie's father is a great professor, and I didn't even go to high school."

"You still know how to call me brother?"

[Of course it is for the sake of my daughter, I have already studied all the major museums to get a thorough understanding of Mr. Taishan. 】

"Mr. Nie..."

"Eh!"

Nie Guangyi was a little intoxicated by Meng Xinzhi's statement.

He continued to display the feathers of the male peacock: ""The Thousand-Character Classic in Cursive Script" is only the only cursive copy of a certain artist and emperor. It is not a truly unique copy. If it is the only copy from Liaoning University, it must be "Four Ancient Poems" by Zhang Xu, the founder of the Kuangcao School.

"Post", with

There is also the only remaining authentic work of Wang Xizhi, "Wang Xizhi Meng Shuhan", which was presented to Wu Zetian by Wang Xizhi's descendant Wang Fangqing. People in the Song Dynasty called this work "Long Live Tongtian Tie", which is a national treasure. In the true sense of the Liaoning Museum,

The treasure of the town hall."
Chapter completed!