"When the snow disappears in the south tower in spring, the flowers in the lantern season will be alarmed."
Everyone in Jiang Qing No. 1 Middle School knew that Pei Xianqing was aloof and arrogant, and refused to accept people from thousands of miles away. However, he fell in love with one person, became cruel, and forgot about his feelings.
After Lin Chuxun fell ill, he had no choice but to refuse all social interactions. Everyone's contact information was deleted, leaving only Shen Ci and Jiang Minzhi. She knew her situation better than anyone else, and she even naively thought that as long as she didn't tell anyone, no one would know.
But she forgot that there is another person in this world who has been looking for her for eight years.
Two years later, Pei Xianqing received a case of theft of ancient books from Jiangqing City Public Security Bureau. The circumstances were serious. Director Zhang Cheng handed the case over to him as the criminal investigation leader of the entire case.
"But... Director Zhang, the circumstances of this case are serious. It is suspected of stealing ancient books. The thief's craftsmanship is extremely high, and the high-quality fakes left behind are enough to deceive ordinary criminal investigation technicians. The public security technical team cannot distinguish the differences in the paper, ink color, and binding details of the ancient books. Without the intervention of professional cultural and cultural talents, it is impossible to identify the suspect and follow the clues. This case... I'm afraid I have no confidence."
Director Zhang Cheng picked up the tea cup and took a pleasant sip: "Are you scared?"
"No... This case is too difficult."
"Go ahead. Don't worry about criminal investigation technology. I have someone to choose from."
Pei couldn't hold Qing'ao, so he had no choice but to accept it. But he didn't know that the candidate Zhang Cheng was talking about was Lin Chuxun, the protégé of Professor Zhou, the leader in cultural relic protection and restoration at Ninghai University.
The person that Pei Xianqing has been thinking about for eight years.
One day three years later, Pei Xianqing was sitting in the corner of the venue, leaning back, bending his right leg and raising his knee, his left leg casually hanging on the edge of the chair, one elbow on the armrest of the sofa, his palm against his temple, lazily supporting half of his head.
Eyelashes lowered, she spoke lazily: "She is Lin Chuxun, my fiancée. What? Are you flirting with my wife in front of me?"
Intention: 2. One person protects the world, and one person cultivates the time.
