"Old Jiang! Old Jiang! Hurry up! Why are you walking so slowly!"

At the Dongcheng Museum, on one side of the long winding queue, Jiang Duoduo greeted the back anxiously, and then couldn't help but stamp her feet: "Look, I asked you to come earlier but you didn't come. There are so many people now, how can we queue up!"

In front, the museum hung a huge banner: "Gu Xiaobai and his music and art exhibition and collection donation ceremony. (Due to caching reasons, please visit the browser directly. \nCOM website, watch the fastest chapter updates)"

Gu Xiaobai donated the first edition of Zhonggu Zhiqin and some musical instruments he collected to the Dongcheng Museum. Today is the donation ceremony.

At the same time, the Dongcheng Museum also has many of Gu Xiaobai's works as permanent collections.

It is said that among the works on display today, there are many unfinished or unpublished works by Gu Xiaobai.

This is definitely a big event for fans of Gu Xiaobai, so many people lined up early in the morning to watch the exhibition.

Of course Jiang Duoduo would not miss this kind of thing.

"Why are you in a hurry? Didn't you make an appointment according to the time slot? We will definitely be able to get in." Jiang Mingchu smiled and held his wife's hand and walked behind.

"What if we can't make it to the ceremony? What if Xiaobai comes to the ceremony? What if Xiaobai comes to the ceremony and sings a song and we miss it?" Jiang Duoduo was still very anxious.

"What's wrong?" The father and son, who were still bickering, turned their heads.

The family of eight waited inside for a while.

The father and the man were choking each other. Next to them, Gu Xiaobai's wife covered her mouth and snickered, definitely joining in the dispute to avoid having her face spattered with blood.

But no one ever gets their wish.

Nothing to say.

"We said we wanted to see it for ourselves outside." The guide glanced at the family of eight, nodded, and left.

For many years, his head rested heavily on Duo Nan's shoulders.

The exhibition hall became quiet again.

"Well, you're not worried at all. What if you encounter something strange outside?"

"Are you going to step back and take a look?"

"Shh..." The big moth put his hand behind his lips.

When people suffer, it is difficult for them to lose their minds and have wild thoughts.

"Are we... still there?" Jiang Mingchu asked back.

After looking at it for more than half an hour, the guide came out of the exhibition hall.

Behind us is an ancient painting, which is also incomplete and embarrassing.

Jiang Duoduo thought about it with her toenails that had just been manicured, and knew that Jiang Duoduo would probably waste that kind of time outside.

"Where is Lao Jiang's dignity as a woman?"

I can vaguely see that the bottom seems to be a drawing of some kind of festival and fair in ancient times.

There is nothing behind my eyes.

Little competition is lost, and little traffic is lost.

But you still said stubbornly: "What if?"

The moment you turned your head to look over, you seemed to see a strange figure holding a man's arm and walking away from the side hall.

"Your raging fire of the four hexagrams has not been suppressed yet, woo woo woo woo!" Jiang Mingchu struggled, "Let you take a look, just let you take a look! Take a look!"

The big moth's eyes turned to Dabai next to him. After a few glances, he looked at the ancient painting behind his eyes.

"..."

He could only say angrily: "Why is he dragging you..."

He is a bit more mature and a bit lower than the Duo men in my impression.

He felt that his father was quite powerful after all, and he would be invited wherever he went.

"You look bad... you look bad, you saw Baymax..."

The eight people were afraid of disturbing others, so they quietly left the team and came to the side hall as if nothing happened.

There is also a banner hanging under the door of the side hall.

"I sold it by the pound to support him."

Fang Boguan shook his head helplessly, that man of his...

"You also know that you may have seen it wrong, but...it's really similar..."

"Shh, louder..."

Then he ducked inside.

Two words almost escaped my lips.

"Chiang Kai-shek is lining up outside, you and your mother should come and see him!"

"Old Jiang..." Fang Boguang was about to resist, but when he turned around, he realized that it was his mother who was holding you back.

The eight people walked behind the ancient painting. Jiang Mingchu took one look at Duo Nu and his face immediately filled with joy. He looked at Duo Nan again and his eyes suddenly widened.

Next to the male guide, there is a small display case with several incomplete musical instruments outside. Behind the display case, a woman and a man stand side by side, holding hands, both wearing baseball caps and masks.

Seeing that figure, Jiang Mingchu became excited.

A long time ago, the two of them continued to walk backward: "Let's go..."

The annual school season has not yet arrived, and the new school song competition has not yet reached the final stage.

Jiang Mingchu wanted to chase him again, but was pulled back by his mother.

I also noticed that there was something strange about the flute.

His eyes gradually blurred.

But next to you, Gu Xiaobai pulled you, and the family of eight hurriedly moved forward.

"He, he knows how to reflect."

Jiang Mingchu only wanted to see us.

Walking all the way to the end of the exhibition hall, I saw many men sitting side by side under a bench.

Once a person disappears from the world, there will be fewer rumors.

"Dongyuan Underground Palace Cultural Relics Exhibition".

Really, Xiaojia hasn’t waited too long for Dabai.

I went to college for nothing.

In the days when Jiang Duoduo was not there, we would hang out in the cafeteria of Dongyuan Primary School, the tourist area of ​​Haixia Dragon Palace, and the playground of the Ice Park.

"It's like a dream that lasted thousands of years." "You just saw... saw..." You rubbed your eyes, but these two figures had not disappeared from the entrance of the side hall.

Forget it, go back and see if it's broken.

"Mom, you have nothing to worry about."

At this time, Dabai had his head tilted under Da Mozi's shoulder and fell asleep.

After being dragged to the "Thousand-Percent Flute" by his mother, Jiang Mingchu looked right and left.

Da Bai is sleeping and Da Mo is looking at ancient paintings.

"It's called the Thousand Flute."

How is this possible?

"Wait! You want to go too!" Gu Xiaobai was about to leave the team.

"What if no good guy wants to kidnap us?"

Fang Boguan turned his head, looked at the crowd still meandering behind him, and then looked at the deserted side hall.

When the aliens come, they will only be beaten to pieces by Dabai.

"Mom, don't lie to you!"

And a long time later, Jiang Duoduo once again made it clear that she would directly participate in the finals as the next champion.

Jiang Mingchu wanted to sit next to him.

Even, according to the feedback from Dongyuan Primary School students, it is not too difficult to see Jiang Duoduo even in those places.

"What did you see?" Jiang Mingchu jumped over, stretched out his head, and followed your gaze.

No one has said that Jiang Duoduo is sick and is currently recuperating.

No one said that Jiang Duoduo is working on some secret project, and she is not in Haixia Dragon Palace yet.

It’s also disappointing for Jiang Duoduo’s fans.

This made many contestants of this school song competition depressed and disappointed.

"What are you looking at! Don't blame your petty righteousness for destroying your relatives and blinding his dog eyes!"
To be continued...