OVL 01 Double Ram Zun

Regardless of who made the donation, she is sincerely happy

Luo Yao was on the verge of tears, but she took a deep breath and resolutely held it back. She turned in the direction he was pulling her. Over the past three years, she had seen him countless times on television, in newspapers, and in magazines, but never before had she seen his face like this, face to face.

He let out a soft sigh: "I wonder who will capture this moment this time, sigh."

Zhan Zecheng suddenly released her wrist, his eyes unfathomable, which abruptly reminded Luo Yao of his previous pair of single-eye obsidian cufflinks. He said nothing, and it was not until his car passed by her side that Luo Yao, in a daze, moved her steps and walked in the opposite direction

Every morning at this time, Bai Luoyao is awakened by the clanging sound of the alarm clock. The noise is loud, resembling the striking of metal, and every time it rings for more than thirty seconds, Luoyao worries that it might suddenly fall apart. Perhaps the reason she has never been late in the past three years is due to this old alarm clock.

Luo Yao blocked the old gentleman, the hotel’s goblet was too crystalline, a gentle squeeze left a fingerprint on the rim. The taste of alcohol lingered between her lips and teeth, and as she drank, she thought that it would be more refreshing to have Erguotou instead.

Among the scholars and professors seated below, there should have been a pair of slender and serene eyes like a crescent moon, which would encourage her with a gaze full of confidence, and then gently instruct her: "Bai Luoyao, do your thesis well, I have great confidence in you"

She now holds a stable salary, enjoys her work, and her days are neither busy nor idle; all that passion and ambition have long since faded away

Suddenly, someone shouted from outside: "Who has seen Luo Yao?"

She hurried out, still holding a cup in her hand: "What happened?"

As soon as he turned his head, the old curator strode swiftly down the dim and long corridor, almost as if he could break into a run. He didn't even have time to greet her before he rushed into his office ahead of her

In the afternoon, after just sending that group of students onto the bus and bidding farewell to their teacher, Luo Yao had been wandering around various branches for over two hours. Even with a loudspeaker in hand, she still felt her throat burning. Thus, she hurried back to the office to drink some water. She truly did not know that she possessed such a capability, to make a statement come true.

A car was parked in the corridor, and she had never seen such a high-end vehicle appear in her neighborhood. Silver-gray, which has always been his preferred color

But she was not there; she had already left for the hospital, departing forever

In just a few minutes, Luo Yao had already styled her long hair into an updo, securing the loose strands with the most inconspicuous black hairpin. At this moment, she appeared to be a well-dressed museum staff member. The style and color of her clothing were rather outdated, yet her fair complexion, enhanced by the prescribed application of lipstick, made her lips appear rosy. Compared to her casual attire, there was a certain delicate beauty about her.

She heard the sound of the car door closing, followed by the footsteps of a person, quick yet unhurried, at least faster than her own. Finally, her right arm was gently tightened, being grasped.

Luo Yao was wiping the tables for everyone, and respectfully nodded, saying, "Good morning, Director." After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Director, have you seen the news?"

Luo Yao instinctively shrank back and asked, "Who?"

He is a nationally renowned expert in bronze ware research, and for this reason, the collection of bronze wares in Wendao City is also among the best in the country's museums. After the reform and opening up, there was a brief surge in donations of cultural relics from overseas Chinese, largely due to Mr. Fan's reputation. Several artifacts were specifically designated to be sent to Wendao, with requests for Mr. Fan to oversee and study the inscriptions on them

The old gentleman was truly excited, whispering with Sister Lin at the door for quite a while before finally letting her in

In fact, the person he referred to as Xiao Lin has always been called Sister Lin by Luo Yao. Sister Lin stood up from her seat and asked, "What happened?"

This was not mentioned to Director Fan today, otherwise she would suspect that the old man might faint on the spot

Zhang Zecheng finally let her go: "It has been three years, can you still not forget?"

He waved his hand and said, "Come here for a moment, come here for a moment"

The wine storage vessel from the late Shang period is one of the larger square zun vessels discovered in our country, standing at a height of . centimeters and weighing . kilograms. This zun features a simple yet elegant design, employing line carving and relief techniques to organically combine flat images with three-dimensional reliefs, as well as the forms of the vessel and animals. The entire object is cast using a rapid method

She quickly got out of bed, putting on a coarse wool scarf, a long cardigan knitted sweater, pencil pants, and finally a pair of snow boots. Before heading out, she glanced in the mirror; her face was almost buried in the scarf, with only her eyes visible, reflecting endless fatigue

Assistant Xiao Li said directly: "Mr. Fan, publicity and exposure are also essential for our group. I hope you will cooperate when the time comes." He held up a glass of wine and said, "To a pleasant cooperation"

Luo Yao's heart ached slightly; she understood this feeling all too well, as if she were watching her own child being taken away by someone else, yet she lacked the strength to even bring them back. She forced a smile and said, "Perhaps a kind-hearted person will buy them and return them to us!"

It was too late, as a powerful beam of light swept over, resembling the brightest fireworks, illuminating this narrow path

The palms felt a burning pain, and Luo Yao suddenly felt very tired. She resignedly glanced at the indifferent Zhan Zecheng, buried her head in her scarf, resembling a small ostrich.

Luo Yao merely shook her head, presumably it is an exorbitant price, as she has little knowledge of bronze artifacts

The old gentleman's gaze was almost entranced, and he murmured to himself: "Compared to national treasures, what do those amounts of money even mean? What a pity, alas"

With a clear and crisp sound, she was unaware of how hard she had hit him, but the streetlight was so bright that she could clearly see the faint fingerprints beginning to appear on his cheek. Her movements were not swift, and he could have easily dodged, yet he did not, not even turning his face away by an inch or a millimeter.

The room was filled with uproar. Everyone laughed and said, "No wonder the old man is so excited!"

Those weaknesses are best kept to oneself. Bai Luoyao cleared her throat softly, gathered her spirits, and spoke in a measured tone: "Hello, Mr. Zhan."

Luo Yao took a step back, and his hand inadvertently slid down her forearm

Observing filial piety for three years ... ... this statement truly reminded her

Bai Luoyao did not think at all and turned to walk down the small path, wanting to avoid it. In fact, her heart was filled with despair. She had always known that he knew she lived here. Someone like him, what could he possibly not know?

At the evening banquet, only the president's assistant from the Yi Qin side attended. It was merely a mutual admiration, and they agreed on the donation timeline. At that time, there will be a grand press conference where they will donate several precious cultural relics, including the Double Sheep Zun, as well as ceramics, calligraphy, and sculptures. Without exception, all of these items were acquired by the Yi Qin Group at overseas auctions in recent years

As long as it can be sent back to the country, regardless of which museum it is in, the old curator will naturally have the opportunity to take a magnifying glass and examine it closely. The old gentleman smiled gently, exuding warmth: "Indeed! Who knows?"

"Shang Shuangyang Zun, Mi Fu's 'Li Sao Jing', Gu Kaizhi's 'Nushi Zhen Tu', and the rubbings of the Dunhuang murals." He smiled as he recounted them one by one, "What else? My memory isn't very good. You mentioned before what you wanted to see, right?"

After getting a taxi home from the hotel entrance, she realized that her stomach was uncomfortable. She had hardly eaten anything, and in fact, she hadn't drunk much alcohol, yet she still felt unwell. Today, the curator was particularly enthusiastic, engaging in conversation for a long time, leaving her unable to control the timing. After opening the taxi door, Luo Yao skillfully navigated through the small path in the community, which was bumpy and difficult to walk on, especially with the rain and snow falling, causing water to splash with every step. Fortunately, her snow boots were chestnut-colored, so no matter how dirty they got, it wouldn't be noticeable.

He slightly raised his eyebrows and said firmly: "Start over."

He continued to watch her with an impassive expression, his demeanor inscrutable, and let out a very faint laugh: "Time is still useful; at least it seems that you will no longer seek to fight me desperately."

When she finally lay in bed, she was unsure whether the effects of the alcohol had worn off. She held up the explanation manuscript that she had been studying for over two years, which was nearly torn at the edges. It seemed she would have to print another copy. This tattered manuscript, however, felt like her Bible, and before sleeping, she always made sure to read it carefully once more

She knows what he is lamenting. If possible, he would gladly exchange all the money in the national treasury to bring back those cultural relics that are exiled abroad. In the end, he could not bear to refuse, especially since she is renowned for her good drinking capacity when it comes to dining and socializing, and she could find no reason to decline.

His face remains handsome, yet it is shrouded in gloom, the corners of his lips pressed together like a knife's edge: "In ancient times, one observed mourning for no more than three years; how much longer must I wait for you?"

Because it was really too cold, Luoyao's fingers were curled and somewhat stiff. Upon hearing this sentence, she seemed to be provoked and raised her hand to slap in response.

What exactly do you want

It was the old curator who called her. The old man's eyes were nearly sliding down his nose as he leaned in to say something to Sister Lin. Upon turning his head and seeing her, he smiled and said, "Luo Yao, you really hit the nail on the head!"

The car came to a stop, and he rolled down the window halfway. That sentence drifted in with the north wind and reached her ears. Luo Yao did not hear it very clearly, perhaps because she was afraid to listen from the bottom of her heart. It seemed he said, "I did not come here to demean myself."

From home to the subway station, snowflakes fell continuously along the way, whispering softly, causing a sense of anxiety. The subway was crowded, and she leaned against the door's panel, silently gazing out at the pitch-black window. Occasionally, she caught sight of billboards, their bright lights quickly vanishing like shooting stars. In her mind, she counted the stations one by one until she finally heard the announcement for Central Square. Effortlessly, she was the first to squeeze out. This winter is terrifyingly cold; overnight, the leaves of the phoenix trees have all fallen. The golden leaves of late autumn, crisp and brittle, are now soaked and stuck to the ground, faintly resembling a young girl's golden hair, soft and powerless, allowing the fierce wind to whip around.

Go if you want to, she is unlikely to encounter anyone. In the entire Yi Qin, there is only one person she knows. And that person will definitely not appear in such trivial occasions.

She heard the old gentleman's voice booming like a bell: "Where is Xiao Lin? Where is Xiao Lin?"

His memory can be described as perfect. Those things, she merely mentioned in passing, and even forgot that she had spoken of the "Admonitions of the Instructress to the Court"—that super national treasure, the gem among national treasures. Yet he remembers everything; he has retrieved it all.

"What is the use of striving desperately?" She tilted her head and smiled, exuding a sense of fearless abandon, "The past is the past. Why are you still looking for me?"

Her scalp tingled intermittently, and she could almost imagine someone continuously printing reports of their recent circumstances over the years and placing them on his desk. He habitually glanced at them, a graceful curve at the corner of his mouth.

Luo Yao walked through the staff passage and arrived at the office on the bottom floor of the museum. She was the first to arrive, so she changed into her work uniform: a navy blue suit and a white silk shirt. She adjusted her appearance in front of the mirror countless times, but the collar still drooped. She smiled helplessly. The quality of the work uniform was not very good, and she secretly took it home to iron it over and over again, but to no avail.

Someone from Yiqin is here. Can you guess how much they paid for the photos

The sound was as light as falling snowflakes, yet he distinctly heard it, carrying a fierce intensity that was exactly the same as three years ago, unchanged.

He is truly favored by heaven. Time may be reluctant, or perhaps it has become ineffective in his presence. He is indeed just as stunning as he was three years ago when I first saw him, captivating to the point that I could not look away. Many have expended countless efforts to enhance their noses because there truly exists a flawless nose in this world, just like his, as if it were carved by heaven itself, giving him such a straight and natural curve. Watching him on television, his eyes already appeared deep, but now I realize what it means to gaze into an ocean with no end in sight. Many have expended countless efforts to enhance their noses because there truly exists a flawless nose in this world, just like his, as if it were carved by heaven itself, giving him such a straight and natural curve. Watching him on television, his eyes already appeared deep, but now I realize what it means to gaze into an ocean with no end in sight.

The glaze of Song Dynasty Ge-type porcelain is lustrous and smooth, with the entire surface adorned by two types of interwoven and cut lines, either coarse and deep or fine and shallow, referred to as 'ice crackle' in technical terms, commonly known as golden silk iron lines

She has memorized every sentence thoroughly and recites them several times each day in various exhibition halls. However, she remains anxious, fearing that she might forget everything when the time comes, unable to recall even a single word. It is just like that time during her master's thesis defense; standing on the stage, she clearly had the ability to prompt herself, yet she truly forgot what to say. Below her were all the professors, along with her junior colleagues, and she furrowed her brow, trying to remember what the next sentence was, but she had completely forgotten.

Luo Yao nodded slightly, gazing at the old gentleman

But she really didn't care anymore, her eyes, like painted lacquer, held not a trace of warmth, only coldly gazing at him: "What does it have to do with me?"

A room full of people looked at Sister Lin, her expression was peculiar, seemingly incredulous, yet that look was clearly one of joy, as she announced loudly: "Do you know about the Shang Dynasty double ram statue? It has just been auctioned off, and the Ren Yiqin Group has come to negotiate, saying they want to donate it to our museum"

"You know it's a fresh start, right?" Luo Yao's voice was so low it seemed like she was talking to herself. He leaned closer to her, their cheeks almost touching, and only then could he hear her clearly say, "You are simply dreaming."

Twenty-four million five hundred thousand

The old curator Fan Jicheng slowly walked in at this moment and, upon seeing her, asked: "Luo Yao, why are you here so early?"

Or, as she understood from Zhan Zecheng, he would also set a deadline and then let her think it over. She did not need to think, really did not need to; the effects of the alcohol began to rise, and a warm sensation was leaping within her body. She quickly returned home, carefully hanging her keys and bag on the hook in the entrance, struggling to pull off her shoes and neatly arranging them. It was only then that she noticed her hands were covered in mud; it turned out that there was so much dirt on the surface of her shoes.

The old man stopped in his tracks, his white hair swaying slightly, and said swiftly: "Are you referring to the auction of the Double Ram Zun?"

Bai Luoyao sat in her seat, opened the webpage, but did not know what to look at. In the end, she closed it. She stood up to wash the cup, and in the lounge, she gently rubbed with her fingers, trying her best to control herself. She could not let others see her abnormality at work. Yet, there was indeed a small flame flickering in her heart, she wanted to go home. Suddenly, she could not remember if the door was really locked when she left. And in the morning, was the milk warmed, and was the gas valve turned off? Yet, there was indeed a small flame flickering in her heart, she wanted to go home. Suddenly, she could not remember if the door was really locked when she left. And in the morning, was the milk warmed, and was the gas valve turned off?

His tone gradually intensified, creating an inner tension that seemed to stretch between the two, as if vividly showcasing the struggle between them

Taking advantage of the light from the streetlamp, she pulled half of her face out from the scarf and casually reached for her keys

Are you free tonight? There are visitors over there, and we need to socialize a bit. Looking at the people in the office, you are the only one available to keep this old man company