The repair process is complex and cannot be completed in a short time.

On the way, Mr. Guan came to see Liu Zhenying once. When he saw Qu Xiaojue present, he was slightly startled, but then he laughed and said, "Why is Xiaojue here?"

Qu Xiaojue's expression was natural and he responded casually: "Come and sit here when you have nothing to do."

"What a coincidence."

Mr. Guan has a bright eye and a clear mind, and he also knows a bit about the rumors about Nancheng District.

He said cheerfully: "It just so happens that I have something to ask you for help. It will take more than half an hour."

Qu Xiaojue had no reason to refuse.

But he didn't know that as soon as he left, a boy who looked like a student walked in, holding two cups of milk tea in his hand. He was dressed in a casual outfit and looked particularly young and handsome.

"Teacher Yu Fei, I have delivered your drinks today."

Liu Zhenying responded without raising his head: "Thank you."

Under the sun, Liu Zhenying's profile is almost perfect, her delicate outlines are extremely serious, with an indescribable coldness and calmness. She doesn't know how far the guqin has been repaired, but her movements are familiar from the beginning to the end.

Relaxed, as if you were just doing a small thing.

Tang Yuan's eyes were dazed for a few seconds, and then he came forward with admiration: "Teacher Yu Fei, you are younger than me, but your knowledge reserve is far greater than mine, and you are also

Don’t know how you did it.”

"Oh, that might be because I read a lot."

She kept moving and said casually: "You can do this if you usually study more, read more newspapers, and talk less nonsense."

These words...

She was so careless that if Tang Yuan hadn't known that she didn't mean it sarcastically, he would have thought she was looking down on him.

He was confused, but he forced a warm smile: "There are usually many things to do in the Cultural Relics Institute, so I study and practice at the same time."

In the eyes of outsiders, Tang Yuan is a rare and down-to-earth boy. He studies hard and has great job prospects. He is also the so-called iron rice bowl of the Cultural Relics Institute.

But in Liu Zhenying's eyes, he was just an ordinary person, and he even seemed to be a little unclear in his mind.

Polishing the wood in her hands little by little, she said with almost no expression: "Oh."

When the topic was gone, Tang Yuan did not give up. He continued with a gentle voice: "Teacher Yu Fei, I have been wearing the wooden plaque you gave me last time. I hope it can bless me."

"It's impossible for you to just place your hopes on this. You still have to..."

Before Liu Zhenying finished speaking, Tang Yuan's cell phone suddenly rang.

Listening to the noise, someone should be calling him to help.

Tang Yuan did not stay here any longer, said hello to Liu Zhenying and left quickly.

She didn't take this matter to heart at first, but within two minutes, the voices of two little girls talking outside the door were faintly heard.

"How is it possible? What kind of person is Mr. Yu Fei, and how can he and Tang Yuan like each other?"

"How is this impossible?"

Another voice with a slightly lighter voice vowed: "No matter how powerful Teacher Yu Fei is, she is still a twenty-year-old girl. It is normal to be attracted to an outstanding boy like Tang Yuan."

"Wow, then Tang Yuan is really lucky. If he really stays with Teacher Yu Fei, his future will be much easier. Not only can he learn real skills and meet big people, but with Teacher Yu Fei's worth, he

It’s really like thirty years less hard work.”

Their conversation was heard word by word by Liu Zhenying.

The eyebrows and eyes painted in ink frowned slightly.

This is all nothing.
Chapter completed!