Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Chapter 339 Burying Flowers

Li Moer took the erhu from the old man, sat down on a chair, strummed it twice, and tuned it. Then, she closed her eyes and began to play. The melodious and mournful music, along with the beautiful blonde's figure, caused many passersby to stop in their tracks.

The song "Burial of Flowers" was filled with sorrow and grief, and many women were wiping tears from their eyes. It was such a sad song, and it made people feel so uncomfortable.

On the bridge pier ten meters away, a poem written with a black charcoal pencil is as heartbreaking as the song: Among the three thousand floating worlds, I love three: the sun, the moon and you. The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the evening, and you are for every morning and every evening. Among the thousands of floating worlds, there are three that I cannot have: the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, and you in the dream. The moon can be sought, the flower can be obtained, but you are the only one I cannot obtain. It has always been the case that love has only brought regrets. Good dreams are the easiest to wake up from. We say goodbye and will never meet again. I will end up spending the rest of my life alone.

Many people felt sad when they listened to this sad song and read the poem written by an unknown sad person.

There were more and more coins in the cardboard box in front of the old man, but he didn't even look at them. He closed his eyes tightly and memorized every note. He was also deeply moved by this erhu piece. Only the erhu can play this piece with such unique artistic conception.

When the song ended, warm applause rang out from the surroundings, and many people applauded while wiping tears from their eyes. Mo Er stood up, bowed to the people around her, and then gave her seat to the old man. She asked, "Did you take note of this?"

The old man nodded and said, "Although it's not entirely complete, I've memorized most of it. Thank you, little girl. With this song, I won't go hungry anymore. Thank you so much."

Mo'er nodded: "We are destined to meet here. If I come here again, I will come to see you. Goodbye!"

After Mo'er left, the old man's eyes flashed with gold, and he muttered, "I'm from the mainland. I haven't been back for more than 20 years. Alas, I'm afraid I can't go back in this lifetime! They say fallen leaves return to their roots, but my roots are so far away!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two of them, having eaten and drunk their fill, arrived near the Palace Museum. Mo'er said, "Wait for me here, I'll be right back."

She disappeared in a flash. In a room in the center of the museum, Mo'er suddenly appeared. Then with a thought, all the antiques in the range disappeared, leaving only an empty exhibition stand. No, the cabbage and pork were left.

Then she flashed again and arrived at a room in the museum's warehouse. She remembered that in her previous life she had seen a documentary which said that not all items exhibited in museums were imitations. Many of them were authentic, and only those antiques that were easily damaged were replaced with fakes.

Only about 5% of the cultural relics in a museum's collection are exhibited, and the remaining 95% are in the museum's warehouse. Some of these cultural relics cannot be exhibited, while others are exhibited in rotation due to problems with the exhibition stands.

Mo'er moved her mind, and all the artifacts in the warehouse were moved to a place in her space that she had specially planned. She also marked it as not suitable for exhibition!

On the wall of the warehouse, Mo'er wrote in neon letters: "Temporarily borrowed, return date uncertain."

After doing all this, Mo'er quickly came to Old Man Wei and said, "Let's go!"

The two drove to the uninhabited seashore and left Dawan Province in a speedboat. They arrived at the training island. It was now deserted, and they slept there until dawn. After washing and eating breakfast, Mo'er's mind reached into space, wanting to water the ginseng and nanmu trees. Seeing the densely packed warships, he wanted to release all the American and Japanese warships he had acquired from Japan in his previous life and donate them to the South China Sea Fleet.