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He insisted and cut off her escape route: "I will come to pick you up. It's just a casual gathering of friends, and you'll understand once you come—my friends are all sorts of people, and you will find it very interesting"

Tomorrow is Saturday, yet what troubles Sicheng is what gift to give to this "new friend"

Xu Boyuan approached her step by step, seemingly lost in thought, until their shadows intertwined and overlapped in the beam of the flashlight

It should be me who says sorry. But don't you want to see him once?

At the entrance of the museum, a car was already waiting. Xu Bo Yuan, with one hand in his pocket, turned around and said slowly: "Then we shall meet this weekend"

Tang Sicen blurted out: "How old are you?"

This meal lasted for an hour, and the reason why Sicheng remembers this time so clearly is that chatting with him was very comfortable. No matter what topic you brought up, he would look at you attentively and respond sincerely. Sicheng even felt that if he were to host an interview program, he would be more than capable.

The elegant seating is located on the second floor, by the window, with excellent lighting. On this day, it happened to be sunny, and the intense sunlight streamed in from outside, allowing Tang Sicheng to clearly see the man's distinct and refined features, as well as his relaxed and serene expression. He was still waiting for her to sit down first, casually draping a gray suit jacket over his arm, wearing a sea blue striped shirt and casual trousers, which accentuated his slender figure.

Si Chen saw Xu Boyuan standing at the door, with sunlight falling on him from the side, and as he merely waved his hand, the radiant glow of the sky seemed to slip through his fingers. She heard his voice, filled with a smile, say: "You have arrived"

Stepping on the dense and thick carpet brings a sense of relaxation and softness to one's mood, yet Si Chen seems to have not heard this statement, her attention focused on another wall, where she... saw something quite unexpected.

She suddenly felt that this profile was so familiar, with its refreshing short hair, and though there was no smile, the corners of the lips were always slightly curled up... ? ... Si Chen was taken aback, was it the bright light that blurred her vision? How could she have such an illusion?

Have you stayed in Dunhuang for a period of time

What kind of perseverance is required to maintain enthusiasm for these things that can almost be overlooked as if they do not exist?

Oh, Picasso's painting, what is the name, something woman?" Xu Boyuan frowned and smiled with a hint of self-mockery, "Don't laugh at me for trying to be cultured, I really just forgot for a moment

Before it came to an abrupt halt, Xu Boyuan glanced at the time and then said with a hint of apology: "I’m afraid I must take my leave."

"I painted this," Si Chen, fearing he might misunderstand, explained, "It is not the work of a master artist"

Xu Boyuan did not speak, but merely squinted slightly, gazing at the vast expanse of blue

Uh, I ... ...

"I am sorry, I have to leave." Tang Sicheng did not have time to contemplate the relationship behind this, and his breathing became rapid, "I am sorry."

The study door has been pushed open, and that person stepped in halfway, their voice as languid as ever, yet inexplicably pleasant to the ear

Many things, if they are within the realm of one's ability, a person will certainly not cherish them as much

A large number of accompanying staff were originally following, but Xu Bo declined their company under the pretext of "there is no need for such a grand display." He, however, followed Tang Sicheng, enjoying certain privileges, and entered a replica cave that happened to be under maintenance and closed to the public today

Xu Boyuan withdrew his gaze and suddenly noticed her quiet expression as she gazed at the mural... It seemed to draw his attention even more... She appeared to be... experiencing this for the first time as she stepped into the cave, her curiosity and admiration were so evidently displayed, and it was clear that even the slight smile at the corners of her lips was immersed in it

The woman who loves to drink absinthe? Tang Sicheng felt that her voice had changed somewhat, and she wanted to cover her mouth. After a moment of daze, she turned back and murmured, "Picasso's paintings..."

Tang Sicen felt that he was not his opponent

It is also unknown how much time has passed, as Si Chen leaned against the car seat and heard the driver say: "Miss Tang, we have arrived"

Is that ... ? ... Is that "The Woman Who Loves Absinthe" ?

One of Picasso's paintings was once valued at one hundred million dollars ... Just hearing the name evokes a sense of luxury

Si Chen smiled, watched the driver open the car door, and turned to leave

As it is the weekend, the flow of people is even greater than usual. The car moves steadily through the incessant urban traffic, heading towards the eastern part of the city. This early autumn still carries a hint of heat, yet the interior of the car is quite cool, with a gentle breeze blowing in. The magnificent sunset casts several rays of light from the horizon, some of which dance their way into the car, projecting elusive spots of light onto the hands.

Si Chen turned back to look at him, smiling faintly, "Although the metaphor may not be appropriate, I believe Mr. Xu, you will certainly understand. It's like... DAB to you; don't you think it is very important?"

Oh my!

He knew that her words were merely polite remarks, so he smiled lightly, untied the silk cover that was binding the outer layer, and slowly pulled out the silk paper from within

Si Chen stood up and opened the bookshelf that had not been opened for a long time

I do not want to

On this day, Tang Sicheng was not prepared to encounter so many shocking events.

A Yuan, Aunt Lin said you are with the guest in the study

Xu Boyuan gently reached out his hand, grasping her wrist, halting her current panic and also preventing her from leaving.

This must be a ridiculous and distorted world

"More than a year." Tang Sicheng did not notice that the distance between the two was gradually closing, "I will have to go back after a while."

Today, he wore a gray wool vest over a white shirt, which appeared to be of soft and good quality. His fingers were long and strong, with nails trimmed very short yet perfectly neat. ... These hands ... . ... seemed like hands that could play the piano, and Si Chen had to admit that this person was always impeccable in the details.

However, when her gaze shifted away from the famous painting and landed on the bookshelf beside it, the family portrait finally succeeded, for the second time, in leaving her utterly stunned.

I recently visited the restaurant "Feng Ya Song" at the museum. It is worth mentioning that the overall operation of the Wendaoshi Museum has been quite successful. In addition to its distinctive souvenirs, the restaurant has also been selected as one of the "Featured Restaurants" on a gourmet website. The restaurant showcases a typical Chinese style. Each signature dish is related to cultural relics. The signature dish is a meat soup served in an ancient bronze vessel; meanwhile, the jadeite cabbage features a vividly crafted green grasshopper made of flour, complete with long antennae and slender legs.

Si Chen casually greeted, thinking that rather than being coy and alarming the leaders, it would be better to agree generously

She hurriedly said, "It's alright, I have to work too"

Flying through the air, one after another, swiftly darting towards the central Buddha, trailing ribbons fluttering behind, the flowing clouds scattered in all directions. The blue garment intertwines with the brown wall, as the colors shift and change, creating a marvelous interplay of light and shadow.

Tang Sicen's explanation is undoubtedly impeccable. After emerging from several caves, Xu Boyuan glanced at the time and suggested, "It's time for lunch"

Si Chen slightly turned her face, surrounded by the buzzing sound of the testing machine, remaining silent

Xu Boyuan was not surprised by this answer. He gently nodded in the cold, silent cave, his sharp profile softened slightly, and his voice was low and measured: "I completely understand"

Struggling to regain composure from such a shock, Tang Sicheng suddenly recalled what he had said earlier, that he wanted to hang his own painting opposite "The Woman Who Loves Absinthe"

Xu Boyuan continued to gaze at her quietly and slowly said: "Nephew."

"It's just a lunch, otherwise I would go help you ask for leave from the leader?" He continued to smile, "I promise, it won't take long, I still have to rush to another city in the afternoon"

The next evening, Si Chen came out of the museum, and the driver had been waiting at the square for quite some time. She felt a bit embarrassed, but the driver was accustomed to waiting for people and smiled, saying: "It's alright, it's still early, still early"

This is quite a Western way of exclaiming. Si Chen gestured for him to turn on the flashlight in his hand, directing the beam towards the south wall to make the mural clearer: "The characteristic of this cave lies here. Mr. Xu, look at these flying figures; although the painting is clearly static, from this angle, doesn’t it seem like the entire wall is in motion?"

Xu Boyuan raised his head from the painting and quietly gazed at the girl in front of him

The assistant sat in the front seat and handed him the phone: "Mr. Xu, a call."

Tang Sicen glanced at him, feeling somewhat hesitant

It is a painting

"How could it be?" She sighed inwardly and said with poise, "I am just afraid that you might not like it."

She was about to get out of the car when someone had already opened the door for her, extending a hand to gesture towards the foyer and saying, "Miss Tang, this way please"

The imitation of Cave 427, excavated during the Sui Dynasty

Are you free this weekend? Xu Bo, sitting opposite her, did not notice her distraction. With his fingers interlaced in front of him, he focused intently on her, saying, "As a friend, I believe you cannot refuse my invitation."

Because it is my birthday party

Why

Xu Boyuan led her into the study and solemnly pointed to a blank spot on the wall, saying: "I will place the painting here"

Generous? Tang Sicheng chuckled, this painting may not be of great value, but it is one she put her heart into... She simply... felt that such a gift was very sincere

Oh, thirty... Tang Sicheng could not help but examine him again. Had he stepped into the prime of a man's life? Time had just rightfully polished away the youthful naivety—if it were a piece of fine jade, then it would be at its most gentle and refined moment; if it were him, she had never seen anyone who could depict the word "grace" so elegantly.

Thank you. Xu Boyuan took the long scroll with both hands and immediately said: "Do you mind if I open it now?"

The half-height fence seems to serve more as a decorative element, enclosing the meticulously maintained lawn like a pool of fine emerald. On it, a few people pass by, hurriedly making the final arrangements. The villa stands at an angle amidst the interplay of light and shadow, resembling something lifted directly from an oil painting, a scene difficult to replicate

This question is utterly meaningless, for he can see the passion and dedication in her eyes. The seemingly fragile girl before him is not someone who would easily give up on her ideals. Yet, he cannot help but ask; he wants to hear her own answer

This time, it was not merely being stunned, but also feeling completely cold all over

Luxury watches, fountain pens, cufflinks... and books... these are things she cannot afford, yet even if she could, he would not particularly like them. For some reason, Tang Sicheng is convinced of this, as if on that day in the hospital parking lot, Xu Boyuan said in a calm tone: "It depends on how you define fame"

Si Chen walked over quickly, handed him the gift in his hand, and said with a smile: "Happy Birthday"

Did he deliberately approach, invite, and chat just because of this

The wind stirs the entire wall ... ... '' Xu Boyuan repeated, `` The Chinese language is beautiful, and I can hardly imagine what other words could compare to the scene at this moment. Indeed, the wind stirs the entire wall. ''

Compared to the urban area, the suburbs are much quieter, especially this house

The work being copied is the highly renowned "Three Saints of the West" from the Dunhuang Caves

Xu Boyuan took it over, the name still flickering. He was slightly taken aback and looked towards the figure walking back up the high steps, and finally answered: "Yuan Chuan?"

This issue... Even the proposer themselves couldn't help but press their lips together, feeling somewhat embarrassed

Is it because of this

She turned around somewhat awkwardly, glancing back at the man behind her whose lips had suddenly tightened, her voice hoarse and barely recognizable: "Who is he to you?"

On either side of the three Bodhisattvas are their attendant disciples and protectors, with divine lions standing guard and celestial beings scattering flowers. The three Bodhisattvas are adorned with powdered gold, their necks adorned with necklaces, draped in flowing silk, with delicate brows and long eyes, their figures embodying an indescribable grace and elegance, captivating all who gaze upon them

"Approaching the age of thirty. " Xu Boyuan pondered for a moment, smiled, and said, "It will be after the weekend. Also, there is no need to feel embarrassed; you can casually flip through any magazine, and you will find my information there."

His footsteps paused for a moment, and he slowly asked: "Why?"

The admiration in his eyes was hard to conceal as he slowly rolled up the scroll: "Sicheng, are you always this generous with birthday gifts for every friend?"

As soon as Tang Sicheng stepped in, he heard a soft exclamation of admiration behind him: "Wow......"

She approached a little uncertainly, examining it seriously, yet she did not dare to assert easily whether it was a genuine article. After all, she was not an appraiser. After a long while, she hesitantly turned back and asked, "Is this ... ... ?"