Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

Chapter 190 Museum Warehouse

The next day, An Xueyan slept until after 9 o'clock. Her breakfast was steamed buns, fried dough sticks and porridge that Song Sirui bought from outside. He warmed it in the pot for her to eat as soon as she got up.

Seeing her eating breakfast, Song Sirui stopped and suddenly walked to the opposite side of An Xueyan.

She said uncertainly, "I seemed to see you last night. You told me you were going to the bathroom, but I didn't see you in the bathroom."

When An Xueyan heard his words, she suddenly felt that the meat bun in her mouth no longer tasted good.

After swallowing it, he looked straight at his third brother and said expressionlessly, "I didn't get up last night and slept until dawn.

Third Brother, are you dreaming or sleepwalking?"

Song Sirui doubted himself: "Am I really dreaming? Is it because this is my first day here and I'm not used to it?"

An Xueyan nodded affirmatively and spoke nonsense seriously: "That might be the case. I heard that some people have the habit of sleepwalking in a new environment."

Afraid of really frightening him, he added, "But maybe if you sleep a few more days you'll be fine."

"It may also be caused by my recent emotional ups and downs. I'll see how the situation is tonight." Song Sirui believed it.

An Xueyan finished her breakfast silently, said she would not come back for lunch, and went to find Teacher Wang.

They agreed to go to the museum's warehouse today after he finished his class at 10:.

I rode my bike to Huaqing University first, and Teacher Wang was already waiting at the school gate.

"Teacher, I'm sorry I'm late."

"I came out early, you came just in time, let's go."

It's just right, it's 10:29 now, a perfect time for talent~

The two of them rode their bikes to the museum. Teacher Wang knew the director of the museum, and there were many old items in the other party's warehouse that needed Teacher Wang's approval.

The old items in the warehouse are different from those displayed outside. Porcelain plates, bowls and the like are stacked in piles.

The director of the museum is a man in his 60s named Tao Deqing. He wears black-framed glasses, has gray hair and wears simple clothes.

He pointed to the objects set aside and said, "These haven't been authenticated yet. This pile of calligraphy and paintings needs to be repaired. Just be careful not to damage them when you look at them."

Teacher Wang waved his hand and said, "First, take a look at the things you want me to confirm today. I'll look at these later."

Tao Deqing took out three wooden boxes and opened them. "These are the three things. Even the people at our museum can't tell whether they're real or fake. They look real, with the patterns and glaze colors matching. But they're just too perfect. I always feel something's wrong with them."

The three boxes contain Northern Wei Dynasty pottery figurines, Tang Dynasty sancai pottery tri-color ladies, and Tang Dynasty sancai pottery tri-color horses. From a distance, they look colorful and beautifully shaped.

An Xueyan also leaned over to observe. Since so many professionals in the museum were not sure whether it was real or not, she, as an amateur, was just learning from them.

Although she has learned a lot from Teacher Wang, antiques require experience. Compared with those who have been dealing with cultural relics for many years, she is still not good enough.

Teacher Wang picked up the tri-color horse and examined it carefully, judging it by its glaze, feel, and other aspects.

After looking at it for several minutes, he picked up the magnifying glass and held the object under strong light to examine it.

Then he shook his head and said, "Lao Tao, this must be a fake. Look at the glaze. I've studied authentic Tang Sancai, and I've found that the glaze has tiny cracks, but this one doesn't. This doesn't look like Tang Dynasty craftsmanship."

Tao Deqing also took it and checked it, and found that there was indeed no sign of breakage.

Suddenly, he said, "We were all so focused on the glaze, bubbles, and shape that we didn't even notice this little detail. I'll study it with everyone later. Can you also help take a look at the other two pieces?"

In the end, Mr. Wang determined that only the Northern Wei Dynasty pottery figurine he believed was authentic, and the other three-color lady should have been made together with the three-color horse.

An Xueyan followed behind and started to learn about these objects. She hoped that by looking at more fake ones, she would be less likely to be fooled in the future.

After viewing these three pieces, I went to see other collections in the museum warehouse. Listening to Teacher Wang talk about the characteristics and history of these objects, I felt as if I had returned to that era and witnessed the scenes with my own eyes.

I had lunch in the museum cafeteria.

"Xueyan has a good foundation. She is much better than the average person here. When she grows up, she can come and work in my museum."

Teacher Wang said directly: "Forget it, this is just her hobby. This girl is studying medicine." His tone was sour.

Director Tao continued, "Studying medicine is so tiring, and you have to deal with all kinds of patients. Look at how relaxing it is in our museum. All you have to do is focus on studying cultural relics."

An Xueyan said with a smile: "Uncle Tao, just because I don't do this job doesn't mean I won't get involved in this industry. If I have anything good in the future, I will bring it to you, Uncle Tao, for your evaluation."

Director Tao nodded at her with a smile: "Girl, aren't you afraid that I will snatch your treasure away?"

"Don't worry, you won't look down on what I have." An Xueyan answered very straightforwardly.

"Hahaha……"

In the afternoon, An Xueyan was in the museum's warehouse, studying each item one by one.

As for Teacher Wang, he went to Director Tao's office to drink tea and authenticate calligraphy and paintings, as calligraphy and paintings are his favorites.

"Little sister, do you understand this? To me, they all look the same." A young staff member of the museum came over and asked.

"I know a little bit, so I'm here to learn. Cultural relics are different from ordinary objects. They carry the five thousand years of Chinese civilization. They are the treasures of our national culture and witnesses of our country's history."

"You're not so bad since you've only been doing this in elementary school. Unlike me, who just graduated and was assigned to this job this year, I don't know anything."

"Brother, are you a college graduate this year?" An Xueyan asked casually.

The young staff member complained: "Yes, but we didn't learn these things in college. Now that I'm assigned to the museum, I'm a complete layman."

"Don't worry, big brother. There are so many seniors here. If you want to learn, you can become a great expert in the future."

After comforting the other person, he asked, "Are all the items in the warehouse stored here?"

"No, there are some more valuable collections stored in a separate warehouse. The two keys are kept by the curator and Professor Zhao respectively. I went in once, and Professor Zhao said they are all very valuable treasures."

An Xueyan nodded in understanding: "I was wondering why there were no treasures outside. It turns out they were put away separately. This makes sense."

"Don't you go to school at your age? School should be in session today," the young man asked.

"I've taken a long vacation, so I'll just take the final exam." An Xueyan answered casually.

She didn't say why she asked for leave, so the young man thought she asked for leave because of some health problem.

"Then don't squat for too long. I'll get you a small stool."