Chapter 148 Snitching

Perhaps in order to experience this artistic conception immersively, with the different objects placed, even the buildings next to it are changing, as if the classical scene is reproduced.

Not only that, even the lights on the walls have been adjusted at various angles to allow the light to shine exactly where it is needed most.

Bai Ling became interested. She seemed to be walking on a deserted corridor, which was only filled with these treasures. Every time she took a step forward, it seemed as if the years were passing by her ears.

She felt something was waiting for her in front of her, so she couldn't help but quicken her pace, and finally arrived at the thing stored in the innermost part.

That's a batch of silk cloth.

On the silk cloth, there is a pattern embroidered in the most elegant and outstanding way, and this pattern is an unfinished product.

There are dried blood stains on the silk cloth. Perhaps this silk cloth bears witness to a reform change and the collapse of a dynasty.

The silk cloth has turned yellow and has begun to unravel at the edges, which shows its long history.

Bai Ling couldn't help it, and reached out to touch it gently with her fingertips.

The rough feeling coming from the fingertips slightly hurts the hand, but the full feeling of satisfaction in the heart is really refreshing.

After a while, Bai Ling withdrew his finger and did not touch it a second time.

But the awe of this work remains unabated in his eyes.

Behind him, Mu Ye was participating in a museum exhibition with his people, but it could be said that Mu Ye's footsteps had been following Bai Ling, with a distance of five meters, but all Bai Ling's movements fell into Mu Ye's direction.

in the eyes.

Seeing Bai Ling's change of attitude, Mu Ye asked the translator beside him in a low voice.

"She knows embroidery?"

The translator's eyes suddenly widened, "Despite her young age, she is a well-known embroidery master in the country. She was invited to be a judge in the previous national competition."

Although he doesn't know how to embroider, he is very good at it once he hears it.

The coldness in Mu Ye's eyes turned slightly.

I thought she only knew a little bit about it, but I didn't expect that she was actually a master of embroidery.

"Mr. Fujino, it's time to go to the end. Should we go find the curator?" The man who came with Mu Ye whispered behind Mu Ye in their native language.

"Let's go." Mu Ye withdrew his gaze, turned around, and glanced at the cold figure with his peripheral vision.

Bai Ling?

They should meet again.

Bai Ling's perception has always been extraordinary, so from the very beginning there was a line of sight that was projected towards her god. She had already noticed it, but Bai Ling didn't pay attention to it.

Feeling that the line of sight had disappeared at this time, Bai Ling withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the aisle.

There was a man in front of him who was dressed very seriously. They were walking back. I don’t know what they were talking about, but most of them were focused on the brown curly head in the middle.

So the person looking at me just now was one of them?

No matter what their purpose was, Bai Ling had already finished watching the museum exhibition, and then slowly stepped on her high heels and went back to find Fang Qingyan and Pei Xiaoman.

Fang Qingyan and Pei Xiaoman were more interested in other things, so they took a different route just now. Bai Ling was going to find them now.

"Sister-in-law, have you finished reading? This museum is so amazing. No wonder it is only opened three times a year. Did you see anything interesting there? I'm fine here, nothing surprising, but my legs hurt from walking."

Pei Xiaoman found a place to sit, beat his legs, and said with pain and happiness.

"If you're tired, rest for a while and then go back. Mom, I'll help you sit down for a while." Bai Ling helped Fang Qingyan sit next to Pei Xiaoman, but she didn't sit down herself, standing behind Fang Qingyan.

He gently squeezed Fang Qingyan's shoulders with his hands.

"Ling'er, sit down for a while and don't be tired." Fang Qingyan felt the movements on his shoulders pulling Bai Ling's sign language and said seriously.

"It's okay, I'm not tired." Bai Ling continued his movements.

Feeling the stiffness on Fang Qingyan's shoulders, she gave her a good massage with moderate strength. After a while, she felt that Fang Qingyan's shoulders relaxed completely.

Fang Qingyan couldn't refuse Bai Ling's superb technique, it was so comfortable.

At the same time, she felt guilty that she actually asked Bai Ling to squeeze her shoulders because everyone was tired.

There was a gentle smile on Bai Ling's lips. At this moment, she raised her eyes and saw that ten meters away, a group of men were talking around two people.

The two men seemed to be dressed as museum staff. One of them had a sign on his chest, which suggested he was the curator. He made slight body movements when speaking.

But those men in black suits were different. Most of the time, what the curator said would be relayed by another man. The trembling of their lips could roughly tell that they were not Chinese, and they didn't know where they were talking.

The language of a country.

So it was a group of foreigners looking at me just now?

The other side seemed to have almost finished talking. In the end, the two sides shook hands and reached some kind of cooperation.

Mu Ye felt the gaze coming from his side, and he tilted his head slightly. Although they were far apart, he still felt the indifference contained in that gaze.

Seeing that the person turned out to be Bai Ling, Mu Ye's frosty eyes suddenly melted, his eyes raised, and he nodded towards her as a greeting.

Bai Ling looked away and ignored him.

"Let's go, brother said he's here." Pei Xiaoman shook her phone.

"OK."

The group of them just left, with just a quick glance.

There was a lot of interest in Mu Ye's eyes. He really didn't expect that he could meet someone so interested in him in China.

Bai Ling hated the look in the eyes of that person just now. There was a falseness in those cold eyes. Even if he was smiling, it was a fake smile and not showing true feelings. Such a person is quite difficult to get in touch with.

Pei Juan's car is parked next to the museum, and the most eye-catching one is it.

At this moment, the three of them walked towards the car. Before they arrived, they saw Pei Juan getting out of the car.

The moment he saw Bai Ling, there was emotion rolling in Pei Juan's eyes, but he restrained it well and suppressed it under his own eyes.

"Get in the car." Pei Juan personally opened the passenger door for Bai Ling and invited Bai Ling to get in.

Pei Xiaoman also opened the back seat and got in with Fang Qingyan.

Along the way, Pei Xiaoman was chirping like a little bird, always having endless things to say, and was so happy.

Bai Ling didn't speak much. She hadn't seen Pei Juan for so many days. She looked at the person in front of her carefully.

The whites of his eyes were a little yellow, and there was redness in them, which was a sign that he had not had a good rest for a long time. Although he had just shaved, it was not difficult to tell that Pei Juan had no energy today and he was very tired.

Bai Ling slightly bit her lower lip and said nothing, her original joy gradually fading away.

Feeling that something was wrong in the atmosphere in the car, Pei Xiaoman gradually became quiet.
Chapter completed!