A subscription rate of 50% is set. If you are not satisfied, you will be able to see the normal chapters later, please forgive me. The hair was draped down, the shoulders fell, and it was black and moist. Smile in the mirror and try to be more vivid.

Today, she will go to meet the leaders and have new colleagues.

The museum opened at 8 o'clock, and the staff had arrived one after another. Seeing Elder Feng and Elder Lin, they greeted each other with sincerity and respect. Seeing her eyes were curious, Cheng Ji'an all smiled back.

Feng Lao took her to the dean's office immediately.

"This is my student Cheng Ji'an. She is now my assistant. She has strong professional knowledge and has always been among the best in school." Mr. Feng introduced, in a normal tone, but not without pride.

The director of the museum is a middle-aged man in his fifties, surnamed Wang, and he was excited, "That's great, what a lack of professional talents here! Mr. Feng, thank you so much! Miss Cheng , thank you so much!"

"President Wang, you are serious, I will study hard and work hard." Cheng Ji'an was a little ashamed, but he was able to cope with it calmly.

"You don't know, our ancient cultural relics protection work in Huaxia was carried out late, and our awareness was not comprehensive enough, causing many ancient cultural relics to be damaged and in urgent need of repair, and our Huadu Museum is no better than Kyoto. The protection work started later, and the manpower is even more in short supply! The year before last I finally got Feng Laolin to come, and this solved a lot of crises! Hey, it's really a sigh, the restoration of antiquities is a very boring job, which requires enough patience and perseverance. Now there are very few young people willing to do it. That's all, how I hope more young people like you can participate!" Dean Wang was still excited.

"Don't worry, Dean, when awareness spreads, more and more people will join the team." Cheng Ji'an replied.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

After coming out of the dean's office, Cheng Ji'an couldn't help thanking Feng Lao: "Teacher, thank you."

Although the courtyard is eager to seek talents, but without the teacher's carefulness, how can he be so respectful.

Old Feng just smiled, "I believe in your ability."

...

Back in the backyard, in the aisle, Mr. Lin was talking to the two of them. When he saw them coming in, he smiled and said, "Xiao Cheng, this is Teacher Heng from the Lacquerware Department, this is Teacher Zhu from the Weaving and Embroidery Department, and this is Xiao Cheng. Cheng, Lao Feng's student, is here to help Lao Feng now."

"Teacher Zhu, Teacher Heng." Cheng Ji'an called out one by one, very respectfully.

Heng Aiguo, a man in his sixties, nodded with a smile.

Zhu Minrong was in his fifties. After looking up and down, he said with a smile: "Mr. Feng's students are really unusual. How old are you this year?"

"Twenty-six." Cheng Ji'an replied politely with a smile.

"Well, um." Teacher Zhu nodded again, with an even more smile on her face, and her eyes never looked away from her.

Mr. Lin said, "I'm talking to Mr. Heng about renting a house for you. Mr. Heng's house has an apartment that has been vacant since his son went abroad two months ago. You ask, who knows, unfortunately, it has been rented out last week, why don't you stay in our house, anyway, there are rooms to live in..."

"Yeah, if only you had come a week earlier..." Heng Aiguo said with regret.

Only then did Cheng Ji'an know that his wife was worrying about his own affairs, and he couldn't help but say, "It's okay, I'll just find another house to live in. Thank you, my wife, and thank you, Mr. Heng."

"You live first, and we'll pay attention to you..." Teacher Heng said again.

"Who is looking for a house to live in?" At this moment, a male voice suddenly came from the side, listening to a young man, his voice was happy without a smile.

Cheng Ji'an turned his head and saw a young man in his early twenties walking under the apricot tree next to him. He had a slender physique and a handsome face. He was wearing white overalls and his hands were in his pockets, but he couldn't hide his youthful vigor. The whole person is smiling, the corners of the mouth are curved, revealing white teeth, and the eyes are full of sunshine and smiles.

"Yeah, it's Zhanming back!" Heng Aiguo was the first to speak, his face full of joy.

"Mr. Heng, Teacher Zhu, Teacher Lin, Teacher Feng..." Zhan Ming called out one by one, and when his eyes fell on Cheng Ji'an's face, he opened his round eyes, tilted his head and blinked, a little curious and a little naughty.

"This is Xiao Cheng, Mr. Feng's student, who is coming to work now. We are talking to her about her housing. She just came and wants to find a house to rent." Zhu Minrong interjected.

"It turns out to be Mr. Feng's student! Hello, hello, I'm Zhanming, welcome to come!" Zhanming said, and extended his hand enthusiastically.

Cheng Ji'an was stunned for a moment.

Feng Lao introduced: "This is Xiao Zhan. The doctor of the museum department who returned from studying abroad should have just returned from a business trip in Kyoto. He is a very capable and responsible young man."

Cheng Ji'an listened to the teacher's high praise, and extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Cheng Ji'an."

In the morning light, the two hands were gently clasped together. Zhan Ming's eyes were bright, and Cheng Ji'an also smiled lightly.

"You should come to me if you want to rent a house. I know there is no suitable one. A while ago, my friend was looking for a house to live in, and I accompanied him a lot. Tell me what you want, and I will help you refer to it. ." After shaking hands, Zhanming said impatiently.

Cheng Ji'an smiled and shook his head, "Just have a place to live." She wasn't too picky.

"Then let me think about it... Oh, there is really an apartment here, it's not big, only 30 to 40 square meters, because it's still an old-fashioned building, and the rent is not expensive. The key is very close, just on Fuxing Street. The car only takes ten minutes. Yesterday, the landlord called me to ask if I wanted it." Zhanming said.

Cheng Ji'an felt quite satisfied when he heard it, and Old Lin also said, "That's good, why don't you take us to see it at night?"

"Okay, no problem!"

"I'll tell me the address and go there myself, don't bother you." Cheng Ji'an hurriedly said.

Zhanming touched his short hair, smiled and said, "What's the trouble, they are all good colleagues. You don't know how much I look forward to having someone of the same age come here, they are all older than me, and everyone has to be called a teacher. They also all call me Xiaozhan, ah, I wish I could also call others Xiaozhan..."

After saying this, several teachers laughed.

But Teacher Zhu said: "Xiao Zhan, I'm afraid your wish will not come true. Xiao Cheng is two years older than you, so I have to call you Xiao Zhan."

"Ah? She's older than me?" Zhan Ming was very surprised, "It doesn't look like that."

Under the pomegranate tree, Cheng Ji'an stood with black hair hanging down his shoulders and smiling like a man in his early twenties.

Cheng Ji'an looked at his discouraged look, and laughed, and then said, "I can also call you a teacher."

"No, you still call me Xiao Zhan!" Zhan Ming whimpered and could only accept his fate.

After a few more words, they went home. Zhanming came to see Mr. Feng for something to do, and followed him to his office. Cheng Ji'an followed closely.

Teacher Zhu and Elder Lin didn't leave immediately.

Teacher Zhu grabbed Elder Lin and asked casually, "Isn't Xiao Cheng married yet..."

Cheng Ji'an didn't go very far, and the slight words came down the wind and fell into her ears. She subconsciously paused, but after a while, she continued to leave.

Lin Lao glanced at Zhu Minrong, pursed his lips, seemed a little embarrassed, but finally said: "This child is focusing on work now, and should not consider these things for the time being. Go, go to work, you just wanted to let me What are you looking at?"

The topic was pulled away, and Teacher Zhu didn't say more, just followed Mr. Lin into her office next door.

...

With the help of Zhanming, Cheng Ji'an's desk was quickly cleaned up. There were originally three desks here, but one of them has been idle. There is also a desk that was used by someone. Zhanming introduced that it was Sister Tao, an assistant transferred to Mr. Feng. Three months ago, he was unable to work because of his advanced pregnancy and went home to raise a baby. Later, two people came, but they couldn't stand the hardships here, and they all left after a while. The courtyard also thought about assigning an assistant to Mr. Feng, but there was no suitable candidate.

Cheng Ji'an listened with a bit of sigh, not only for the hardships of the work, but also for the persistence of Feng Lao and Lin Lao.

They could have lived in peace, but they still chose to continue to spread their afterglow.

As soon as Zhanming left, Cheng Ji'an quickly threw himself into work. Although the teacher affirmed her, she had never started such a job, and she still had a lot to learn. After all, there is a big difference between copying and repairing calligraphy and painting and ordinary painting.

Her work is also very tedious, there are many things that need attention, and many things that cannot be lost, but she is just immersed in it, full of attention, like a sponge, constantly absorbing the knowledge she can absorb.

By the time the day's work was done, the sun was already leaning west.

Because it needs to be done standing, it is inevitable that the back will be sore, but Cheng Ji'an's face is full of satisfaction.

"Xiao Cheng, your work has been done very well, and I will be able to relax a lot in the future." Old Feng's eyes applauded, and he also gave enough affirmation.

Outside the door, a person came in, "Cheng An'an, let's go, I'll show you the house." But it was Zhanming.

Cheng Ji'an was ashamed to be called "Mr. Cheng", and it was a bit inappropriate to call her "Xiao Cheng", and it seemed like she was called "Cheng Ji'an". In the end, Zhan Ming had a clever idea and changed her name to "Cheng An'an". As for "Sister Cheng", he was categorically unwilling to call him, and when he called, he called himself small.

Cheng Ji'an didn't matter, he let him call.

...

Zhanming's car quickly drove out of the museum, Cheng Ji'an was sitting in the co-pilot, Feng Lao and Lin Lao were not inside - Cheng Ji'an didn't dare to bother them too much.

It was a small car of more than 100,000 yuan, but it was clean inside, faintly smelling of precious perfume, and even a luxury handbag was placed in the middle.

"This is my mother's. I got in my car in the morning, but I left something behind. I have to send it to her tomorrow." Zhan Ming said, and threw the handbag to the back seat, not caring at all. look.

"Well." Cheng Ji'an smiled and said nothing.

The apartment building will soon arrive. On an old street, the plane trees on both sides are tall and dense, there are not many pedestrians, and the environment is very quiet. Cheng Ji'an fell in love at a glance.

When walked to the third floor, the landlord was already waiting. When entered the door, saw that it was indeed a small house, but it was very clean. The bedroom was separated from the living room by a screen. There were also kitchens and bathrooms. There was even a small balcony. The furniture is also complete.