After snapping the lipstick cap on with a click, Zhang Moyan looked up at the dressing mirror. The peach-colored Givenchy Vermicelli Velvet #16 added a lot of affinity to the entire face.
Adhering to the idea that "you should be decent when going to an elegant place like a museum", Zhang Moyan woke up early in the morning and went out of his way to blow dry his hair. He wanted to put on light makeup, but ended up looking through the makeup samples Zhou Xia gave him. The colors were so crazy.
When Ye. was at a loss, he found a lipstick in his work bag that he had not found for a long time. Although the light texture only showed a natural pink color even if applied thickly, the whole person was still a little brighter than his bare face.
Suddenly the phone rang, it was a message from Xiao Xingyu.
"I have something to do in the morning. I will take you to the museum in the afternoon and you can sleep a little longer."
What?
Zhang Moyan quickly typed: "Have you left already?!"
Just a few seconds after the call was sent, the WeChat call came through and Zhang Moyan picked up.
"Teacher Xiao, have you already gone out?"
"Ah, yes!"
"Sorry, I'm late again. I've already set the alarm to 6:30. I didn't expect you to go out so early... You should have told me."
She was so derelict in her role as a bodyguard priced at 2,000 yuan/day that she couldn't even travel with her master.
Xiao Xingyu smiled on the other end: "It doesn't matter, I contacted the museum director last night and talked about the exhibition to be held in the museum next week. He happened to encounter some curatorial problems, so he came to help!
It was a very sudden decision."
"Who is it?" A female voice came from the phone. It was a pleasant voice, and Zhang Moyan immediately recognized it as Zhou Xia's voice.
"It's Mo Yan," Xiao Xingyu lowered his voice and said to Zhou Xia, "I originally agreed to bring her to the museum."
Zhou Xia paused and said regretfully: "That can only be done in the afternoon."
Xiao Xingyu said "hmm" and came back to continue talking to Zhang Moyan on the phone: "You can do some activities by yourself in the morning, and I will arrange for someone to pick you up in the afternoon. Don't mute the phone~"
"Okay, then Mr. Xiao, please do your work first!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Moyan's whole body died down, and all the energy he had gained from getting up in the morning was gone.
Is this a disappointment?
She didn’t even know she wanted to go to the museum so much!
When I turned around and saw the blow-dried hair and lip color in the mirror, I actually felt like I was being trampled on.
Suddenly I don’t want to go to the museum very much... If Zhou Xia comes over in the afternoon and asks why the clothes were returned to her, I don’t know how to answer.
And if she were present, she wouldn't be able to mention anything about the interview.
All in all, going to museums has now become something that has little appeal to her.
Zhang Moyan looked out of the window at the clusters of flowers, wondering why she felt so depressed for no reason in such a bright spring day.
I just adjusted my time by visiting the museum. Do you want to be so exaggerated?
In the past, she only had this kind of emotional reaction before her menstrual period, but now she also has this kind of symptom after her menstrual period. Could it be that her condition has escalated with age... It seems that she needs to take a closer look at traditional Chinese medicine when she goes back this time.
If it doesn't work, just change a doctor or a hospital.
She had a boring breakfast and poured a few buckets of water in several flower beds with a small kettle. The day before yesterday, Dean Geng called and introduced her to some books on hypnosis and psychology. At that time, she was busy worrying about Xiao Xingyu being detained by Jiang Dazhu.
I haven’t read it yet, but now I have time to buy the e-book and read it.
At noon, I ate again in a daze. I couldn’t remember whether I ate chicken or fish. Then I kept looking at the time on my phone and didn’t even finish one chapter of the e-book.
When the time passed three o'clock, Zhang Moyan was really getting angry. Aren't bodyguards human beings? Can the bodyguard's time be wasted endlessly like this?
What did that silly woman Wang Baochuan think about staying in the cold kiln for eighteen years? She wouldn't be able to wait even a day!
I angrily took out my mobile phone and prepared to turn it off. When I saw a photo of myself at a news scene with my press card on the screen saver, I suddenly realized that my current state seemed a bit too unprofessional.
Isn’t it common for journalists to wait for others?
Why can’t I eat this bowl?
It must be because the matter of "Exclusive Interview" has been unresolved for so long without any progress, and she didn't even know that she was already so anxious.
I poured myself a glass of water and lay down on the bed to adjust my mentality. Suddenly, a call came in on my mobile phone. It turned out to be an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, are you Miss Zhang Moyan?"
"Hello," the man's voice on the phone was unfamiliar, but because of her work, she often received calls from strangers like this, "Who are you..."
"Oh, I am the curator of Xiao Sheng Celadon Museum. I have been asked by Mr. Yu to pick you up to the museum. I am already at the door of Xiao's house. Please come out. Can I wait for you here?"
"Oh, okay," Zhang Moyan sat up from the bed, "Please wait a moment, I'll pack it up right away."
The so-called tidying up is actually just combing the messy hair. When I looked in the mirror, I thought "I should be more decent when I go to an elegant place like a museum", so I applied a few layers of lipstick.
Although I am not as excited as I was in the morning, my sluggish spirit has been cheered up. Kazuo Inamori is right, work is a good medicine to cure everything.
As soon as she walked out of the gate, a middle-aged man in a dark suit immediately came up to her and enthusiastically picked her up into the car.
As the head of the hotel, the other party did not feel anything wrong at all for condescending to accept a bodyguard. Not only did he actively chat with the topic, but he also talked about everything he knew about Zhang Moyan.
Zhang Moyan just asked, "Who are the famous people in the history of Ruzhou?" The curator talked about a lot of famous people from Yao Chong, the famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, to Zhao Bingjun, the prime minister of Yuan Shikai, citing many quotes and talking to her eloquently.
The narration is eloquent, like a profound and superficial narration, and is perfect for both refined and popular tastes.
The main building of Xiao Sheng's Celadon Museum is built with strict geometric shapes and modern glass and limestone materials. According to the curator, the entire museum covers an area of approximately
It has 11 exhibition halls divided by historical dynasties, a 578-seat conference center, a 2,000-square-meter teaching and research studio, a sculpture garden and a tea house.
Zhang Moyan was guided into each exhibition hall by the curator, and the curator personally explained the collection during the entire visit. Such grand treatment made her feel a little frightened.
"Why haven't I seen you Mr. Yu?" Zhang Moyan asked as they were walking from the "Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties Pavilion" to the "Sui and Tang Pavilion".
"Oh, what a coincidence today, Mr. Yu came over to supervise. We have a curator here who is actually his college roommate! This curator is going back to Guangzhou in the afternoon and strongly asked Mr. Yu to send him to the airport. Mr. Yu was kind enough to do so.
He went to the airport."
Zhang Moyan said "oh" meaningfully.
It is rare to meet old classmates, especially classmates like Xiao Xingyu who have been away from home all year round.
After visiting three or four museums in succession, the director's phone rang several times. Zhang Moyan really felt that he was delaying other people's work, so he offered to go around slowly by himself and let the director do his work first.
The curator hesitated for a moment: "I'm really sorry for disturbing you! In this case, please wait a moment, I will find a docent to come over and continue to introduce it to you. I will rush over when I am busy!"
Zhang Moyan agreed understandingly and was guided to the Song Dynasty Pavilion for a free tour.
The Song Dynasty was the heyday of celadon, and this exhibition hall has the largest area and richest collection among all the exhibition halls.
Pieces of exquisite porcelain are placed independently in glass cabinets, raised or lowered to different heights, and reasonably distributed in the space, creating different levels of perspectives. The audience is in it, just like the displayed items.
Surrounded.
The melon-edge vase with a curved mouth and straight neck has a beautiful body; the celestial vase with a round belly and a small mouth is graceful and generous; the flower-mouthed vase with a flower-shaped mouth is delicate and delicate; the fish-ear stove with ears facing outward is simple and solemn...<
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Zhang Moyan moved to change the scenery. Each piece of celadon with glaze like jade, each with its own exquisiteness, flowed before her eyes like clear water. The temptation of the pinnacle craftsmen of the Song Dynasty shocked her and caught her eyeballs tightly. Walking forward, her eyes stopped on a celadon ornament the size of an incense burner.
This is a porcelain pomegranate fruit with green bean glaze color, short neck and slender shoulders, a small mouth and a big belly, and the outer lip of the roll is slightly turned down. It is lifelike and naive, and it looks particularly humorous and naughty among the elegant and solemn shapes.
"This kind of pomegranate statue was popular in the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong years of the Qing Dynasty. It was extremely rare in the Song Dynasty. Do you like it?"
A loud voice sounded from behind. Zhang Moyan straightened up and looked back, and saw Xiao Xingyu's slender and handsome figure turning around from behind a transparent glass cabinet that reflected the light like a slow motion movie.
He has straight shoulders and a straight back. He is wearing a slim-cut silver-gray suit. Standing among the celadon collections floating like an island, he is so dazzling that he is also a glaze-colored, jade-colored, beautiful collection.
The two people's eyes met, and Xiao Xingyu smiled at her. It was no exaggeration to say that all the porcelain in the room was instantly compared with each other!
