Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong quickly called five pickup trucks and parked in front of the gallery.
Then the two of them, together with Wang Gu, began to move the bamboo slips, calligraphy, and painting from the inner courtyard.
Ye Bei was still sitting at the ancient table, faintly looking at the Ancient Street outside the door.
The Ancient Street of today was different from the past.
Although those tourists were still full of smiles, everyone's faces were faintly tired, perhaps because they stayed up too late yesterday and got up too early today and didn't recover.
Even when they saw the pickup truck parked on the bluestone road, they didn't pay much attention. They just thought that the gallery was going to be closed again. Standing on one side, taking a photo to commemorate it, they just left afterward.
Opposite the gallery, the door of the antique shop slowly opened to welcome the morning sun.
