Bai Mushan suggested that they could talk while eating.
Xu Chunliang was not in a hurry to eat; he got up and stood before the rubbing. "Is this rubbing related to the batch of dragon bones our Xu Family donated?" Since Bai Mushan deliberately hung it here to catch my attention, I might as well play along with his game.
Bai Mushan looked at Xu Chunliang's back. This young man indeed came for that batch of dragon bones from the past. He got up and slowly walked behind Xu Chunliang, also gazing at the rubbing, and said, "That's right, this is the rubbing of that batch of dragon bones. It's a pity that only this piece remains; the others weren't copied before the accident, and even the photographs were destroyed in that fire."
"What a pity!" Xu Chunliang suddenly turned around, his sudden movement catching Bai Mushan off guard.
Xu Chunliang stared into his eyes and said, "Professor Bai, are you sick?"
