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Outside the museum walls, the farmhouse rooster crows, and the sky is just dawning, but it is already overwhelmed with gray clouds.
The least rare thing in the basin is the sea of clouds.
Luo Yang came out of the duty quarters, his face still had water stains left from washing his face, and he didn't bother to wipe it. He was just about to stretch his back when Ma Zhong Hua came over.
"Good morning, Xiao Luo." Ma Zhong Hua greeted with a smile on his face.
"Good morning, Curator Ma." Luo Yang returned, and seeing that Ma Zhong Hua's two eyes were red, he asked again, "Curator Ma, why are your eyes red?"
"Last night I put that bronze knife in the collection room and I stayed up all night guarding it." Ma Zhong Hua said.
Luo Yang said with a smile, "Is Curator Ma worried that
