This is the first official meeting between Mei Qian and Professor Mao. The old professor is thin and elegant, which fits the image of a cultural person very well. He doesn’t talk much, and he feels quite happy standing with the strong and enthusiastic Mao Mao’s mother.
In fact, Mao Maomao's mother had thanked her specially for saving people in the underground ruins before, and she always prepared delicious food for her daughter to send. This time, Mao Maofei said that mother is mother and father is father, and they cannot be confused.
Sister, you have exposed your family's shame! Then he was dragged here by force.
As a tenant neighbor in the past, he often visited the house to have meals, and was very familiar with Mao Mao and her daughter. In comparison, Professor Mao, who basically never went home, really looked like an outsider.
However, Mei Qianguang was extremely enthusiastic about the dinner table, and Mao Mao's mother, who brought him food from time to time, was a bit difficult to cope with. How could he care about family relations and discord?
After a few glasses of wine, Professor Mao gradually began to talk more and more, but in his words he mentioned that he had inspected a certain ancient tomb, done some thesis research, etc., and would ask a few questions from time to time. After all, Mei Qian had read some information.
I can barely cater to a few words, but for those who are too advanced and do not understand, I can only lower my head and eat food, thinking that I am a dull gourd.
Maomao and her mother made it clear that they didn't want to listen, so the old professor's words were always interrupted.
Later, he realized that the people at this table were different from his colleagues and students, so he stopped talking, and Maomao became more relaxed. He turned to celebrity gossip and social anecdotes, and the dinner table became harmonious again.
But this atmosphere did not last long. Unlike Mei Qian, the hands-off shopkeeper, Maomao's mobile phone was always on 24 hours a day, and the sound was not muted during family dinners. It kept ringing at this moment, and she couldn't help but exclaimed when she turned it on.
.It turns out that there are people posting about Aitmeiqian on Weibo continuously, and almost every post is accompanied by a news link. As the actual manager, this girl naturally receives the news immediately.
Mei Qian glanced at the notifications and messages from friends on Maomao's phone with a calm expression. He had been mentally prepared for this since he saw the sarcophagus underground, so it was nothing surprising.
"Brother Qian, do you want to send a clarifying message?"
"The more we get involved in this matter, the more people will make noises about it. Don't pay attention to it, just pretend you don't know." Mei Qian said calmly.
"It's so annoying. You have to be involved in everything. It's endless." Maomao still frowned.
Mei Qian lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "At least my popularity has increased a lot." He has now looked away and is used to being ridiculed by netizens. He is no longer the person who wanted to smash his phone whenever he saw online comments. He has grown up and is really
of.
Fortunately, this was just what he said from his heart. If Maomao heard it, he would have to observe three minutes of silence for the keyboard that he changed every three days.
Overall, the meal was a great one for the guests and the host. After the meal, they all sat down in the living room to drink tea.
A Mid-Autumn Festival party held by a local station was shown on TV, and it was quite lively with singing and dancing.
"Yes, it's much better than the Spring Festival Gala." After a cup of tea, Professor Mao commented on the program.
Speaking of which, this world is really similar to the earth. The Spring Festival Gala is also broadcast every year, and the quality is also indescribable.
Mei Qian refilled the old professor's tea, glanced at the TV, and nodded in agreement, but said that the program on it was better than the Spring Festival Gala, but he...
Well, he never watches the Spring Festival Gala!
At this time, Professor Mao winked at Maomao, and the latter found an excuse to pull his mother into his room. Obviously, he had something to say to Mei Qian alone.
Mei Qian was quite nervous at first, and her hand shaking when pouring water shook.
I'm afraid that Professor Mao, like Mao Mao's mother, is anxious to become the father-in-law.
Maomao is really not his type. He has always regarded the little girl as his sister and really has no other thoughts.
He rarely visits in the past year, that's why.
Fortunately, the facts proved that he thought too much, and the girl did not want to marry.
But Professor Mao is a lobbyist on the other side.
"Xiao Qian! How about joining our Archaeological Bureau?" Professor Mao straightened his body and faced Mei Qian with great solemnity.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then laughed again after a while: "Don't be ridiculous, uncle, how can I join the Archaeological Bureau without a diploma or experience?"
"It doesn't matter, we can hire you specially! Then you will follow me and become my graduate student." Professor Mao looked at him.
"It's better not to do it. Archeology is too boring and not suitable for my laid-back temperament. It's more comfortable to just play games at home and write books." Mei Qian drank all the tea in the cup, still with a smile on his face.
, the rejection in his mouth was unquestionable.
Seeing his determination, Professor Mao no longer mentioned the topic, but sighed: "After you were imprisoned, Maomao pestered me and chased me to Dongshan. He asked me to issue a certificate for you to prove that the Warring States Period Tomb in Dongshan was the same as the Warring States Tomb.
Your novel had nothing to do with it, but then there was an earthquake and you were released from prison, so the matter dropped."
Mei Qian nodded. He had heard Maomao mention this matter before. Although it didn't play any role, he remembered the favor.
Just as I was about to thank him, I heard Professor Mao continue: "I recently read your novel and looked up some relevant information. I found that although the internal structure of the ancient tomb was exaggerated and completely different from reality, the description of the surrounding environment
But it’s generally not bad, which shows that you are proficient in Feng Shui and Kanyu and are a rare talent. It would be a waste not to participate in archaeological work!”
"Don't! That's just nonsense..." Facing the admiring eyes of the other party, Mei Qian waved her hands guiltily...
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In the summer capital of autumn, the nights are getting cooler.
As soon as he stepped out of the corridor, a cold wind hit him, making Mei Qian even tighten her clothes.
Looking back, I caught a glimpse of Maomao's cool outfit and couldn't help frowning: "It's cold, you'd better go back quickly! Don't I know the way yet?"
"Not my mother yet!" Maomao glanced at the fallen leaves flying under the street lamp, then obediently returned to the door of the unit. He just hesitated, and then asked quickly: "Brother Qian, don't you plan to go out this year? What about me?
What is the assistant going to do?”
"Didn't I tell you that dealing with the media for me is very time-consuming!" Mei Qian raised an eyebrow, then smiled and said: "Isn't it good that I'm not busy? It's just a holiday, huh? You don't go to my place very much recently, right?
Aren’t you in love outside?”
Being stared at by Maomao with a murderous look, Mei Qian seemed completely unaware and continued to talk in plain words: "Bring him back and have a look when you have time. Don't worry, I don't have a brother-in-law complex. Bring him here to see if I can kill him! But your mother's place,
You should tell me earlier, otherwise... Oops!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his foot.
Maomao stamped her foot hard and cursed: "Mei Qian, you bastard!" After saying these words, she stormed upstairs.
Mei Qian took out a cigarette and lit it, then stood downstairs to finish the cigarette.
Professor Mao’s words when parting were still echoing in my mind.
"Mei Qian, once you get into trouble, it will be difficult to get rid of it. Even if I issued you a certificate before, it would not be of any help to you at that time. Why? If everything in the tomb is the same as in your novel,
It means you have no reservations and intend to show off. If it is different, it means you are deliberately concealing it for fear of being exposed, which proves that you are cautious. Not only that, there are many people among us alone who are secretly talking about the content of your novel about immortality.
Is it true? We need to take this seriously..."
He raised his eyes and stared at a brightly lit room on the fifth floor for a while: "Professor Mao, what is your purpose?" After that, he smiled casually and walked away slowly.