When Mr. Qi and the others saw the blackness gradually coming out under Song Jing's eyes, they also wanted to persuade Song Jing to take a rest.
But as soon as he met Song Jing's dark eyes, all the words that came to his mouth fell out of his mouth.
Even if they work in such a hurry, they may not be able to repair the Panlong sculpture within ten days, and they will not dare to rest.
Qi Lao gritted his teeth and began to reduce his rest time without saying a word. When he was really tired and couldn't bear it anymore, he would squint for five minutes and then continue to repair.
The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day.
In the inner courtyard of the museum, the air pressure in a corner was so low and condensing that it made people breathless, and everyone around them subconsciously slowed down their voices.
In the middle, on a simple folding chair, a tall man with long legs sat there with a frosty face and a cold and oppressive feeling all over his body.
No one knows why this man came or who he came for.
When he went there, there was a giant Buddha that no one could afford to offend.
The museum staff nearby broke into a cold sweat.
Suddenly, the phone in the man's hand vibrated, and a call came in.
He picked up the phone and said in a cold voice, "Say."
"Brother Yan, we have intercepted all their people."
"It's a bit of a fool's errand. Sure enough, they are using the dragon carving to create public opinion and divert attention. In fact, they want to steal the No. 05 drug." Xiang Wenxing gritted his teeth, his words smelled of blood, "Here he comes.
We are all elites, we lost thirteen people, but their losses were heavier than ours."
"Bring all the people back to the Feng Sheng Punishment Hall, go through all the tricks on them, and let them all come out without missing a word." Shi Yan squinted at the center illuminated by the light. The carving knife in Song Jing's hand was already there.
I replaced it with a brush, and my fair face showed the tired paleness of staying up late for a long time, and there was a group of blue and black tiredness under my eyes, but my hands were still steady and quiet.
"Understood." Xiang Wenxing paused, but couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yan, how is Song Jing doing?"
"It's not over yet. Hang up." Shi Yan hung up the call but did not put away the phone. His white jade-like fingers held the phone and turned it around while gently knocking it on his knees. His eyes only fell on Song Jing.
He didn't move even an inch from his body.
[Really, regardless of whether the panlong carving is restored or not, Saio will be my god from now on!]
[It has been seven days and seven nights, and Saio has not squinted his eyes. He has been highly concentrated on repairing the whole process. If it were me, I would have collapsed! Worship! 】
[I am studying cultural relic restoration. People who restore cultural relics cannot say that Class 18 is proficient in all martial arts, but there are too many things to know. And when restoring cultural relics, you must understand the background of the dynasty in which these cultural relics are located, and
The characteristics of the craftsmanship of those dynasties at that time required constant thinking in the head and no mistakes in the work of the hands. Not to mention that Saio spent seven days and seven nights concentrating on repairs, even if he only worked like this for half a day, ordinary people would be exhausted.】
[Saio, I really beg you, please go take a rest, even if it’s just a nap. 】
[Saio is going to slap YY country in the face! Come on Saio! 】
At this time, the basic repairs have already been completed, and the work that Mr. Qi and others can help with has been completed. They can only stand around and watch Song Jing make the final repairs.
The restoration of cultural relics will test your skills and patience more and more later.
The dragon body, dragon tail, and dragon scales were repaired bit by bit and then repainted with color.
The final highlight is the dragon's eyes.
Song Jing took the brush, dipped it in the prepared paint, and painted the dragon's eyes bit by bit.
Mr. Qi and the others clenched their hands nervously. Whether Panlong can really be repaired, the most important thing is to see the finishing touch.
If the restoration is good, they will be lucky enough to witness the grand scene when the Coiled Dragon carving was unearthed, just like the birth of the divine dragon. But if the painting is not done well, the dragon will not look like a snake, and all their other work will be in vain.
"Light." Song Jing held the paintbrush and backed away, and the lights next to him immediately followed.
The staff responsible for lighting in the museum know how to use lights to show the characteristics and charm of cultural relics to the greatest extent. When the lights fall, the dragon sculpture on the ground seems to come alive, and a huge black shadow suddenly rises into the sky and is reflected on the opposite wall.
above.
The dragon's body dances and the dragon roars.
Everyone looked at the huge black dragon that seemed to be alive on the wall, with shock on their faces.
A sense of solemnity and heaviness belonging to a mythical beast was instantly suppressed, and everyone's hearts seemed to be seized instantly by an invisible force, leaving only awe.
"Okay! It's been repaired! It's really been repaired!" Several restorers exclaimed, their voices even breaking with excitement.
Mr. Qi looked at the giant dragon on the wall, and then at the coiled dragon carving on the ground. The dragon's eyes were shining, with infinite charm, and an endless sense of oppression and majesty.
Live!
The dragon really came to life in Saio's hands!
Mr. Qi's hands were trembling with excitement, and his eyes were red and filled with tears. He never thought that he would actually be able to see the grand scene when the Panlong carving, which was once said to be a myth, was unearthed in his lifetime.
Mr. Qi couldn't help but think that the dragon actually existed!
[Amazing! Oh my God! I can’t find any adjectives at this time. Saio is awesome!]
[The bet is about ten days, Saio was repaired in seven days, Saio is awesome!]
【Saio is awesome!!!!!】
[Am I the only one who finds that even through the lens, the black and blue under Saio’s eyes are too heavy? 】
[I am a doctor, please, let Saio go to sleep, go right away!]
The entire live broadcast room was boiling with excitement, everyone started cheering, and tears filled their eyes involuntarily.
After the staff and media at the scene recovered from the shock, they began to applaud.
One round of applause, two rounds of applause, one round of applause, and then thunderous applause!
"Okay!" High-pitched shouts erupted in Arena No. 3. Anyone from Feng Country was excited and proud at this moment.
Qi Laoqiang held back his tears and stepped forward to take the brush from Song Jing's hand, "Saio, are you okay?"
"Yes." Song Jing responded lightly and handed over the brush in his hand. Only then did Mr. Qi realize that her fingertips were trembling.
She hadn't closed her eyes for seven whole days and seven nights. Even the god should have collapsed, not to mention that she was just a teenage girl with a mortal body.
"Saio, you..." Qi Lao broke his guard and hot tears welled up from his eyes.
"Stop it." Song Jing calmly retracted his hand, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, chuckled, raised his eyes to look at the representative of Country Y, his scarlet eyes were evil and crazy, "The matter is far from over yet."