He and It

Xie Ning's eyes were bitter. They walked up the stairs and took the keys to open the door.

So I envy He Muyao, he said, and also envy people like her.

The roommate frowned and said: There are too many capable people in the world! You always have to compare yourself with them, you have to be jealous, you have to be envious. How can you be jealous and envious? Let yourself go, brother.

Xie Ning shook her head and said no more.

Principles are principles, and life is life. Otherwise, most people would not know so many principles and still not live a good life.

Their dormitory was a four-person dormitory. When they were in their junior year, one of them rented it off campus, and the other got a girlfriend and stayed out all night, leaving them alone.

The roommate was sitting on the bed. Seeing that Xie Ning was still silent, he thought of a topic: Hey, by the way, are you going to see an exhibition this weekend?

Where is the exhibition?

Where else could it be? Capital Art Museum, the one co-organized with foreign countries.

Ancient Greek art exhibition?

The roommate scratched his head in frustration: I'll see if I can make it in the next two days. My relatives' children are coming over the weekend, and I can be a tour guide.

Xie Ning smiled: Then I won't wait for you. The most good things will be on display on the first day.

You took all the pictures and sent them to me! the roommate yelled unwillingly, I will try to end the battle as soon as possible!

No matter how you say it, no matter how disappointed you are, you still have to attend class and hand in your homework. Xie Ning's submitted work was praised by the professor for her progress, but He Muyao's work was scolded by the professor, saying that she was not paying attention this time and could have done better.

The genius was scolded, but Xie Ning felt even more uncomfortable, because the teacher's continuous praise and criticism was originally a weird honor. In contrast, the teacher's encouragement to him was quite satisfactory, indicating that he was not even qualified to be criticized. I didn't even touch the edge.

Perhaps life would be much easier if he admitted that he was just an ordinary person, but Xie Ning just couldn't be willing to be discouraged. For some reason, there was always a voice in his heart, telling him faintly that if you admit it, you will really disappear from the crowd and you will never have the slightest chance of climbing up.

He sighed, adjusted his breathing, calmed his mind, and waited for the weekend to relax.

On the opening day, the exhibition hall was crowded with students and tourists. Xie Ning managed to get in, and was almost squeezed out of the water glass.

Many of the exhibits on display this time include priceless unearthed cultural relics. Naturally, we cannot take the risk of traveling thousands of miles to a foreign country, so most of them are imitations. Xie Ning stood in front of a red-painted Kiliks pottery cup, on which were clearly engraved images of two men, one sitting on the ground and the other half-kneeling, depicting Pat who was injured by an arrow during the Trojan War. Locles, and Achilles who took good care of him.

Xie Ning stood nearby, chose an angle with a good contrast between light and shadow, took a few photos, and then walked forward.

He has always been interested in the art of red painting. When passing by an amphorae, he took a picture of Athena pouring wine for Hercules. The original version of this artwork is collected in Germany and can be found in It is also a very satisfying experience to see the replica of the original here.

There was a sudden uproar in front of them, and from far away, one could hear people's wows coming one after another, as if the movie star had arrived at a fan meeting.

Thanks to his height, Xie Ning supported the wall, stood on tiptoes, and looked over the darkness of the crowd of heads. He could only see a patch of golden light in front of him, but he didn't know what it was.

He likes to discover unknown surprises in life, so before coming here, he had never seen the brochure introducing the exhibits. At this moment, with curiosity, I slowly moved forward with the surging crowd.

After walking around for about a hundred meters, Xie Ning tiptoed again and finally could see clearly what exhibit it was.

——An open golden book.

If the size of an ordinary book can be held in one's hand and read, then according to the size of this golden book, only a giant can hold it. The smelted gold was as dazzling as snow, as if it were a piece taken out from the center of the sun. The white light shrouded down from above and was refracted into thousands of brilliant golden lights. I wonder if it was an illusion, but when it shone on people, it was like real sunlight, making people warm and edifying.

Is this the real thing?

Many big question marks appeared in Xie Ning's mind.

When was this cultural relic unearthed? With such a sensational appearance, it is impossible that it has not been reported by the media, right? Moreover, if this is a real thing, the exhibition cost will be too high. The sketches of the Library of Alexandria and the busts on pottery cups are all imitations. So is this the real thing?

However, if it is not the real thing, can the imitation achieve this level?

Confused in every possible way, he tried to pick up his phone and take two pictures. However, no matter what, he was not allowed to take a full picture of this cultural relic called Golden Book. No matter how he adjusted the brightness and light, the actual object he took was like a mirror that was overexposed during the day, shining brightly.

Xie Ning turned around, trying to see the introduction related to the Golden Book on the exhibition board, but still failed. I wonder if the staff forgot or something. There was nothing next to the booth, only four fences, but everyone was unaware. , just surrounding the golden book, eagerly admiring its beauty.

It is true to say that gold is the eternal inner demon of man.

It’s so evil...

Xie Ning wanted to tell her roommate about this unusual and strange thing, but the place was already packed with people. Not to mention typing with two hands, even talking on the phone with one hand had become a torturous task.

He had no choice but to work his way out of the crowd, and was stepped on several times by others on his shoes. Fortunately, he had the foresight not to wear white shoes, otherwise he would have been heartbroken to death.

Xie Ning spent a lot of effort and finally escaped from the encirclement of Jinzhu. He straightened his messy coat, patted the dust on his shoes, and looked at the palms of his hands with a grin on his face. Except when he was painting, he was a bit mystical in daily life. Xie Ning quickly ran to the bathroom of the exhibition hall, thinking about moistening a paper towel and cleaning his shoes first, otherwise it would be difficult to wash them when he went back.

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