I'm not a theatre god

It's getting dark.

The vehicle drove along the service road and slowly exited the highway.

"...That's what happened." Chen Ling's voice was calm and unhurried, "In short, there are traitors among the Nine Lords, and Dr. Su is their first target."

Chen Ling has already briefly recounted the events about Scarlet Star, the regression of the times, and the civil strife in Jiujun. This time, even Yao Qing did not interrupt a single sentence... This young and energetic materialistic college student, in front of his own eyes, After witnessing Chen Ling killing on the highway, his inner belief seemed to be shaken.

"But I don't understand...why me?" Su Zhiwei frowned.

"That's not clear."

After the words fell, the car gradually became quiet.

Su Zhiwei seemed to be thinking about what was special about him. Yao Qing seemed to have not recovered from the extraordinary scene just now. As for Yang Xiao... He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

The sun sank to the end of the horizon, and the flaming clouds were gradually swallowed up by darkness. The sky was dim, but Chen Ling's eyes were always alert to the surroundings.

The good news is that since he eliminated all the pursuers on the highway in one go, no one has been found following him so far, which means that the net cast by Nie Yu has been completely torn apart by Chen Ling... Su Zhiwei , safe for now.

About an hour later, the vehicle slowly stopped in the parking lot.

Yao Qing turned off the car, got out of the car and pointed at the outline of a building in the night:

"Here we are."

Chen Ling and others got out of the car. The surrounding area seemed to be a quiet suburb. Apart from a brightly lit highway, there were few other pedestrians... The only thing that entered the eyes was the simple-looking museum with Chusisi was angry.

Judging from the appearance, it is a wooden museum that looks like a courtyard. There are several thick pillars standing at the door, and a plaque hangs above it. Under the light of several lanterns hanging around, the handwriting is beautiful:

——Xiao Su Embroidery Art Museum.

Chen Ling and the other four stood in front of the museum, with a look of surprise on Yang Xiao's face.

"This museum covers a huge area...does it all belong to your family?"

"Yeah." Yao Qing nodded, "This museum used to be in the city center, but it was very small and couldn't display many works. Later, after my grandma discussed with people from the government, she moved the address here... …Although it’s a little off, the area has expanded a lot.

According to grandma, embroidery pictures have their own spirituality, and people who are truly destined to them will attract each other. Moreover, embroidery requires meditation, and it is also a good thing to stay away from the bustling city. "

Yao Qing paused and then added:

"Of course, even though it's deserted now, there are still a lot of people during holidays!"

As he spoke, Yao Qing stepped forward and opened the door for everyone, making a slight creaking sound.

Behind the door is a huge screen. On the dark brown tree branches, there are many vivid birds. Some are fluttering their wings, and some are lowering their heads to peck their feathers. It seems that there is really a warm tree containing spring at the door. , even glowing slightly under the light...

When everyone got closer, they saw clearly that it was an embroidery pattern. The extremely fine silk threads were intertwined together, like silk and satin, vividly showing the details, light and shadow.

In the corner of this embroidered picture, a signature is clearly visible:

——Xiao Chunping.

"This picture is..."

"My grandma embroidered it when she was young." Yao Qing said proudly, "At that time, someone offered 7 million to buy this screen, but she didn't even sell it... Not only that, a quarter of this museum belongs to my grandma. The others are either famous embroidery from a longer period of time, or lost treasures that grandma bought back from overseas with her own money.”

Chen Ling walked around the screen, and behind it was a collection of works tightly preserved with glass covers. Some were placed in the center of the room, and some were hung on the walls. There were other special embroidery exhibitions on the left and right corridors. A rough estimate There are at least hundreds of them.

Chen Ling's eyes fell on one of the walls, and she even saw a few pictures embroidered by Yao Qing, but they were placed in a relatively remote location, but this was enough to prove that he was indeed capable.

Although Yang Xiao didn't understand art, he respected it very much. He looked at each picture in silence, not knowing what he saw.

"How is Teacher Xiao's health lately?" Su Zhiwei paused for a moment in front of a few embroidered pictures, then turned around and asked.

"It's pretty good, but she has some old problems." Yao Qing looked at the time and said, "At this time, she should still be in the embroidery room... Come on, I'll take you to see her."

Yao Qing led everyone through the corridor on the left and headed straight to the rear area of ​​the museum.

It was already late at night, and the museum had long been closed to the public. Apart from the four people, there were no other figures in the huge museum. There were only beams of spotlights shining on the embroidery pictures on both sides. Various themes and patterns were dazzling, as if walking through silk embroidery. world.

A few minutes later, Yao Qing stopped in front of a door.

The door was not closed tightly, but slightly closed at a corner. The light shone through the crack in the door and fell on the dim floor tiles. Occasionally, some shadows could be seen shaking.

"Grandma, look who I brought back!" Yao Qing shouted and pushed the door open.

As the door opened, a small room of dozens of square meters appeared in front of everyone. The room was clean and tidy. Most of them were filled with cabinets or boxes. In the center was a wooden frame supporting embroidery pictures, and an old man with gray hair. Standing in front of the embroidery picture, wearing reading glasses, the hand holding the needle and thread paused slightly when he heard Yao Qing's voice.

She turned her head, squinted her eyes and pushed up her reading glasses, a kind smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

"My dear grandson, why are you back so late today...eh?"

Xiao Chunping glanced at Yao Qing and saw Su Zhiwei beside him. Doubt seemed to flash across his face. Then he stepped closer and squinted his eyes carefully to distinguish...

"Isn't this... Zhiwei?"

"Teacher Xiao, long time no see. How are you lately?" Su Zhiwei bowed politely.

"Okay, hahaha... very good." Xiao Chunping took Su Zhiwei's hand and patted it gently, seeming to be very surprised, "We Zhiwei has grown up too, she is so beautiful..."

"Thank you, Teacher Xiao."

Xiao Chunping took Su Zhiwei's hand, like an elder she hadn't seen for a long time, and talked for a long time with a smile, and then looked behind the two of them...

Yang Xiao was obviously a little embarrassed. He stood at the edge of the group and smiled sheepishly when Xiao Chunping glanced at her. Chen Ling stood behind Su Zhiwei and Yao Qing, with a polite smile on her face.

Xiao Chunping's eyes fell on Chen Ling's face, and she was suddenly startled, and then her brows wrinkled unconsciously...

The smile on her lips gradually faded.