The old man was also thinking of me. When I rushed to the set as quickly as possible, everyone had already packed up their things, and all the extras who were supposed to leave had almost left, as if they had finished the show.

"Here, I'm running as fast as I can, but I can't catch up with this." I panted and stopped in front of the weapons tent. I muttered a few words in my heart.

"Haha, you're pretty fast." Suddenly Mr. Zhao's voice sounded. I turned around and saw the old man and Tuotuo walking out of the tent on one side holding several large weapons.

I rushed over and took the weapon from Mr. Zhao's hand.

At first glance, I knew that another extra performer must have left the props in another tent and didn't bring them back with me.

"Hey, these people, we have to let the director talk it over, really." I was already a little depressed, because I was late, and with this incident, I started muttering dissatisfied.

When Mr. Zhao and Tuotuo heard what I said, they suddenly laughed for some reason: "Haha, you kid."

Mr. Zhao said something to me, and then winked at Tuotuo. Tuotuo walked towards me with a smile, and together with me we put the weapons in our arms into the tent.

After everything was done, Tuotuo touched his pocket and took out three tickets. "Here, these are all for you." Tuotuo smiled and stuffed the three tickets into my arms.

I was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, I quickly stuffed two of them back: "Don't worry, why are you giving me so many? Didn't you say one for each person?"

"Just keep it Ningning. Tuotuo and I have an appointment to play badminton tomorrow, so I don't want to go." Mr. Zhao came over and patted me on the shoulder.

I smiled sheepishly and accepted all three tickets.

When I left the set, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. As soon as I arrived at the door of my house, I bumped into my mother and father. When my mother saw me going out again, she grabbed my ears and gave me a

Carry it back to the house.

Lingdang, the eldest sister and the second sister were sitting at the table, doing their own things. When they saw me coming in so embarrassed, they burst out laughing instantly.

One dinner became my "criticism meeting" again. The second sister was quiet, but the eldest sister was the one who joined in the fun and also participated in the "criticism" against me by my mother and father.

I was so depressed that I immersed myself in eating and didn't even take a few bites of the food. After the meal, I went back to the house holding the bell that I laughed at all night.

Ling Ding twisted her butt and sat on the bed, crossed her legs and asked me if I had got the tickets. I immediately changed my expression and took out the three tickets from my trouser pocket.

Lingdang nodded with satisfaction: "In this case, you can take me with you tomorrow, right?"

"Um, but I want to go with Yang Jisong and the others." I said a little embarrassed, Zing Ding snorted, got out of bed, and took out the computer from the cabinet.

After tapping a few times, he said, "Okay." I looked at him with interest: "What's okay?"

"Huh, daddy, you don't want to take me there, can I just buy the ticket myself?" Lingdang said angrily.

Hearing what he said, I couldn't help but pointed at the back of the ticket and said, "Can you just listen to me? Look here, the entry requirements are clearly written."

I handed the ticket to Lingdang. On the back, there was a small bracket, which said (Children under the age of fifteen are not allowed to enter this exhibition).

Suddenly, Lingdang became angry: "What kind of rule is this?"

"Maybe I'm afraid that those corpses will scare children, or, haha, there are some scenes that are inappropriate for children." As I said this, something had already occurred to my mind.

In my impression, among the excavated ancient tombs, which corpse was buried with clothes? Except for the tomb owner who was wrapped in layers, the other burial corpses were basically in ragged clothes or even naked.

Not to mention this exhibition, I heard from the news that the tomb of an ancient prince was dug up. The owner of the tomb was particularly fond of kabuki during his lifetime, so after he died at a young age, his father made dozens of people and only sixteen

Seven-year-old Kabuki was buried with him.

Kabuki, they usually don't wear much clothes, right? Let alone being buried with them for so many years.

"Hey, hey, daddy, what are you thinking about?" Lingdang looked at my sly smile, and while the corners of her mouth twitched, she stretched out her little arm and waved it in front of me.

I came to my senses and shook my head quickly, saying that I just thought of some funny things.

Lingdang glanced at me speechlessly and stopped talking to me. Instead, she snorted and got into bed.

Because I was in anticipation the whole day, I felt that time passed very quickly. After the second class in the afternoon, I jumped over the wall and ran away. The first thing I did after coming out was to make an appointment with me before going to bed last night.

The two Yang brothers flashed the phone and said they were out.

The second thing is to pick up Lingdang. Lingdang is on leave from school, and parents must pick up their children, otherwise they will not be allowed to leave.

Regarding this, I have no complaints. After all, schools are for the benefit of children, and parents should be more tolerant.

When the four of us arrived at the entrance of the museum successfully, we found that the place was already crowded. The exhibition time of the museum is from 4:30 pm to 10:30 pm.

And it's only four o'clock now, and there are already three floors inside and three floors outside the door. I don't know how many people have tickets and how many are here to watch the fun.

"Really, didn't it mean that the tickets were sold out in half an hour and there were no replacement tickets? Why are there so many people?" Lingdang pouted her little mouth in dissatisfaction, looking like she was getting angry.

I looked at him, stretched out my hand and poked the other person's forehead: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, go find your contact person quickly, and go back to normal after you get the ticket."

The bell rang, and the next second he ran away and began to search the crowd for the scalper who sold him the ticket.

Time passed by minute by second, and it was almost half past four for the gatekeeping. But the boy Ling Dang was gone forever, and I anxiously scanned the crowd.

Only then did we notice that there was quite a stir on the other side of us for some unknown reason.

"Well, something happened over there, let's go and take a look," Yang Jisong also noticed it and immediately pointed over there and suggested. I looked at the time, it was four twenty, there were still ten minutes to waste.

So he readily agreed, and Yang Wei had no objection.
Chapter completed!