??Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Hysteria_1
Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Hysteria_1
Song Yunuan thanked Old Mr.
Lin but felt her brother pulling on her hand and then digging into her palm with his finger?
What did the little guy want to do?
Was he hungry?
This is no restaurant.
They would have to wait until they went out to get so good food.
Song Yunuan and Old Mr.
Lin exchanged goodbyes; Old Mr.
Lin was quite busy, but still took the ti to ask if she had been reviewing her lessons lately, and he reminded her not to slack off, noting that one should review what is old to learn what is new.
Song Yunuan promised with a smile.
Old Mr.
Lin rembered sothing and asked Song Yunuan, “Have you submitted your second fairy tale story?”
Song Yunuan nodded, “I have, it should have been delivered by now.”
“My little grandson really enjoys reading it; he even said that when he grows up, he wants to be a brave and smart boy like Little Stone…”
Little Asheng joyfully said, “The second story is also good, my sister has read it to .”
Of course, she had only read the beginning to him, then pushed him to learn the words himself.
Despite the stumbles, he managed to finish reading it.
Old Mr.
Lin patted Asheng’s head with a smile that was full of kindness, and told Song Yunuan that their car was at the entrance.
Then he went back to his busyness.
While walking in the corridor, Little Asheng grabbed Song Yunuan’s hand and said in a low voice, “Sister, if I told you that our Jade Ruyi is in the museum, would you believe ?”
Song Yunuan: “I believe.”
Little Asheng was so excited he was about to cry.
“But, that’s not ours.”
“It told
itself that it’s ours.”
Song Yunuan pulled her brother into a corner and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on?”
“It was just when we entered; it spoke to , saying it’s in the basent and urged
to find it quickly.”
Song Yunuan: …
I may have so face, but not enough to enter a museum’s basent, am I right?
“Then let it stay there for now; the basent is pretty secure after all.”
Song Mingsheng: “…That seems fine too, I’ll tell it that.”
Song Yunuan felt quite conflicted.
She didn’t think her brother had hysteria.
After all, if she could transmigrate into a book, who’s to say the little guy couldn’t have so kind of psychic sensitivity or sothing.
But it still felt quite far-fetched.
She thought about how her brother could distinguish real from fake antiques—could this be the thod he used?
Song Yunuan took her brother’s hand and walked outside.
After a few steps, her brother stopped and spoke to Song Yunuan with difficulty, “Sister, the Jade Ruyi doesn’t want to stay in the basent.”
“Even if it doesn’t want to stay, there’s nothing I can do; the basent belongs to the museum, and I certainly don’t have the power to have them open it for an outsider like
to enter.”
Song Mingsheng nodded his head.
They proceeded to walk out, looking back every few steps.
As the saying goes, coincidences make a story.
Old Mr.
Lin suddenly rembered about Old Erha’s matter.
And there seed a need to tell Little Nuan about it; after all, it was thanks to Little Nuan that they could find Old Erha and identify those forgeries.
So he hurriedly ca out of his office and, seeing the silhouettes of the siblings at the end of the corridor, called out loudly, “Little Nuan, Little Nuan, wait a mont.”
Song Yunuan halted and looked back at Old Mr.
Lin signaling to her.
Once again, she led her brother back to him.
Old Mr.
Lin said, “There are so forgeries made by Old Erha in the basent.
They’re being prepared for shipnt to Xiangjiang in a couple of days.
I’ll take you down there; you can pick one you like, Little Nuan, as a reward from our museum.”
Then he led Song Yunuan to the basent.
On the way, Song Yunuan also learned why they were sending it to Xiangjiang.
There was an alliance organization there, aligned with the pro-mainland faction.
The president said they wanted to promote historical and cultural exchanges between the two places so that more of Xiangjiang’s younger generation could understand the true history of the Dragon Kingdom.
He sent a letter to the museum in Beidu, who in turn notified the various cultural heritage departnts.
Of course, they couldn’t send the real artifacts, because they would have to pass through customs to get there, and besides, it was very troubleso.
If there were to be an exhibition tour, it would have to go through official channels.
This belonged to the private sector.
But from top to bottom, it was taken very seriously.
It just so happened that Old Erha had many works, and since Old Erha had been discovered by Old Mr.
Lin and the others, he wasn’t transferred to Beidu.
He was rather detained and investigated in a certain location in the provincial city.
Of course, the man was very talented, so there were no plans to do anything to him; they only hoped to make good use of him after everything was clarified, wishing him to be willing to take on a few more apprentices.
It was then that Song Yunuan understood; that was the situation.
She just didn’t understand why the Ruyi scepter her brother ntioned was in the basent.
Logically, it should have been in Beidu, right?
Since Lin Qing left Erdao River Village, she hadn’t paid any attention to her.
The Ruyi scepter she held in her hand, she didn’t know who had switched it out.
But why was it in the basent of the provincial museum?
This was simply unrelated and made no sense at all.
It really was too strange.
However, Song Yunuan didn’t plan to ask her brother.
It’s not just the presence of Old Mr.
Lin beside her but even if he weren’t there, Song Yunuan wouldn’t have planned to inquire in detail.
From the beginning, Song Yunuan had never guided her brother in this direction,
The little guy was only five years old.
According to the older generation, the heavenly eye of a child isn’t closed until they are eight.
In other words, children under eight are particularly spiritually attuned, and her brother must have been among the most outstanding among these children.
And in the books, her brother still retained these abilities even after turning eight.
Song Yunuan didn’t know how to properly treat her brother’s abilities.
But not pressing for answers, that must have been correct.
Soon they arrived in the basent, and after the door opened, Old Mr.
Lin turned on the lights.
Inside was bright and clear at a glance.
Then Song Yunuan saw that in the middle of the large table there were exquisite porcelain and furnace censers, among other items.
These were surely Old Erha’s works.
One had to admit, this person was a genius.
Old Mr.
Lin sighed and said, “Ah, if only these were all genuine, how great that would be.”
Many of the real items had long disappeared without a trace.
A hundred years of vicissitudes, indeed, even if we knew where the genuine items were, we could only sigh in despair.
Song Mingsheng, however, walked towards a corner and then saw a pile of items on a table.
When Old Mr.
Lin noticed Song Yunuan looking that way, he said, “Those are items our museum has collected over the years.
So are so badly damaged, the cost of restoration exceeds their own value, so are forgeries, and others are items of unclear authenticity or which are not very valuable…
in short, they’re all piled up here, waiting for a chance to be dealt with uniformly.”
Song Mingsheng picked up a jade piece with a mottled exterior.
Song Yunuan recognized it at once—it was the sa Jade Ruyi Lin Qing had brought the first ti.
How had it beco so battered?
In the end, Song Yunuan took with her what appeared to be the corroded Jade Ruyi and a red lacquered wooden vanity box.
Following her brother’s words, Song Yunuan chose five old items from that pile and said in a low voice to Old Mr.
Lin, “Grandpa Lin, I feel these are all genuine.
If they could be restored, they would have historical commorative significance.”
Old Mr.
Lin was startled for a mont but then looked at Song Yunuan, whose eyes were bright and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.
He imdiately laughed, “Good, good, good, I believe these are genuine!”
He truly believed.
Little Nuan was no ordinary girl.
She was a little treasure.
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