Feng Qingxue was startled, his eyes rolled, and his wit was exactly the same as Xi Bao's.

"I used to live in the capital for a while, and I heard the name Huang Qinghong, and then I fell in love with him, and I thought the name was very similar to you, so I asked. He's red, you're white, and you're in the Qing generation, don't you feel like a family? "It's just a nonsense.

"My name is Huang Qingbai, the cypress of the pine and cypress, it has the meaning of longevity, the period of the elderly, not black and white, you little sister, don't change my name casually!" Huang Qingbai seriously corrected the mistake of the wind and snow, and then said: "Huang Qinghong is my old cousin, red is the red of red beans, not the red of red, yellow, blue and green." ”

Feng Qingxue sighed, "I'm sorry, it's behind my ear, I heard it wrong." ”

In fact, it wasn't that she heard it wrong, but that Uncle Li spoke a local dialect, and his pronunciation was not accurate enough, so he heard Bai in white.

Huang Qingbai pinched a painting that was turned out of a pile of waste paper, squatted and moved two steps in the direction of the wind and snow, "Do you know my brother?" Any idea where he is? A while ago, I received a letter from my hometown, saying that he had asked a group of students to take them away, and his children had drawn a line with him, and my sister-in-law was angry, and there was no news of him at home. ”

Feng Qingxue thought for a while and didn't tell the truth, "If I have news, I will tell you, you are a staff member of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau, and you live in the city, right?" I should be able to find it. ”

"Then I'm sorry for you!" Huang Qingbai sighed and looked at the painting in his hand, "I don't know what's wrong with this world, a good cultural heritage has become a tumor, a few years ago, it was good, at least the things of the Cultural Relics Bureau can be preserved, but it has been unlucky since last year, wave after wave, several cultural relics and monuments in the city have been smashed clean, cultural relics have gone abroad batch after batch, batch after batch into the factory, my old man's heart is like being cut off." I thought that while I could still move and have two salaries, I would recover some cultural losses for the country. One day, the state will pay attention to this. ”

The wind and snow are very moving.

Our people always have strong resilience, no matter what era they are in, they always live tenaciously, and there are always a group of ancestors who are dedicated to the country and do not hesitate to give everything they have.

She remembers that decades later, many museum collections were picked up by staff from scrapyards.

In other words, there are many people like Huang Qingbai who are working hard for the country's cultural heritage.

Of course, there are also a group of people who take advantage of the fire to rob, buy cheap cultural relics at a low price, and then sell them abroad at a high price, as their first pot of gold, and then become a wealthy party.

"Although I admire your old man, this painting means a lot to me, and I can't give it to you." Windy and light slopes.

"As long as it's not really a wall, you can take it! Master Wen's words are unique and have great artistic value, you can collect them well and take them out after a while. Hearing the words of great significance, Huang Qingbai knew that the wind and snow would not spoil the painting, and he had deliberately said this in front of Uncle Li.

Feng Qingxue's heart widened, and her tone softened a lot.

"Sir, you work in the Cultural Relics Bureau, and you often go to the scrapyard to pick up things, but no one reports you?" The wind and snow have space in hand, and they are extremely cautious in their actions, and it is really rare to see someone like Huang Qingbai.