Chapter 321

Looking in the direction of the sound, without knowing it, the curator of the art museum had appeared behind the two.

At first, the curator only knew that Yang Mi had brought a friend, and he thought it was some star from the entertainment industry.

After all, the status of the art circle is one level higher than the entertainment industry, so he nodded and walked away, not thinking about going over to say hello.

But when he accidentally glanced at the clay in Ye Xuan’s hand, the curator’s footsteps could no longer move.

How could someone make clay look so lifelike?!

Even the details of the face were like it had come alive!

Watching the whole process of Ye Xuan’s production, the curator didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Ye Xuan.

Until the finished product was completed, seeing that the clay doll in Ye Xuan’s hand was simply a proportional miniature version of Yang Mi beside him, the curator couldn't help but speak out.

And as soon as these words came out, Yang Mi’s mood of wanting to show off the rose she made faded by more than half, and she immediately launched a defense war for "Little Yang Mi."

"Curator, this is mine! This is what Ye Xuan made with me as the prototype!"

In her haste, Yang Mi didn't realize at all that she had already revealed Ye Xuan’s identity.

"Ye Xuan?!"

The curator on the side muttered to himself, and then suddenly raised his volume.

"Mr. Ye?!"

The tone of the first sentence was still full of doubt, but the next sentence was full of surprise.

"Mr. Ye, I am your loyal reader, I have read every one of your books..."

Seeing the curator, who had a serious look just now, now frantically outputting rainbow farts like a fanatical fan leader, Yang Mi was stunned on the spot.

Is this still the curator in her impression?

Last time she was filming, even when facing the director of their crew, the curator was serious and formal the whole time.

Why did he seem like a different person when he saw Ye Xuan?!

The most exaggerated thing is that the curator’s rainbow farts didn't repeat at all!

This fan filter must have penetrated the earth’s barrier, right?!

At this moment, Ye Xuan, who was being stared at by the curator’s straight gaze, felt a chill.

After all, being looked at like this by a beauty can be called affectionate.

But being looked at by an old man, this feeling is exceptionally sour.

Returning his gaze to the clay doll in his hand, noticing the longing in both their eyes, Ye Xuan smiled lightly.

"This one, let's leave it to the big star."

Hearing this, a flash of joy crossed Yang Mi’s eyes, and a sweet smile bloomed on the corners of her mouth.

Does this count as Ye Xuan’s partiality toward her?!

And the curator on the other side showed a look of disappointment upon hearing this.

The drooping eyelids and dull eyes, combined with the curator’s bald head and chubby body, looked like a big sea elephant at first glance.

Looking at him, Ye Xuan remembered a familiar image.

Harry Potter’s magic teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—

Isn't Horace Slughorn exceptionally similar to the curator in front of him?!

Recalling the little old man’s fanatical rainbow farts just now, Ye Xuan curled his lips and took out another piece of clay to knead.

Before long, another lifelike clay doll appeared in Ye Xuan’s hand.

Seeing the new doll born in Ye Xuan’s hand, the curator on the side asked with glowing eyes, his tone full of expectation.

"Mr. Ye, who is this?!"

It looked like it was himself, but from the appearance, it seemed to have a typical Western style.

"Professor Slughorn."

Ye Xuan replied subconsciously, and when he looked up, he noticed the confusion in the eyes of Yang Mi and the curator.

He immediately reacted.

That's right.

"Harry Potter" hadn't been published yet.

Facing their thirsty eyes, Ye Xuan slowly stated the answer.

"This is a character in my new book, let's leave it in the museum."

These words fell into the curator’s ears, and the curator suddenly straightened his back, his expression becoming excited.

Mr. Ye is going to release a new book!

And one of the characters in the new book borrowed his own physical features?!

If you round it up

Doesn't that mean he became one of the prototypes for the characters in the new book?!

Seeing Ye Xuan agree to leave this doll in the art museum, the curator patted his chest and expressed excitedly.

As long as the museum is here, the doll is here!

Seeing the curator almost take out the highest security measures of the entire art museum to keep the doll, Ye Xuan couldn't help but have several black lines appear on his forehead.

There's no need to be so exaggerated...

When Ye Xuan walked out of the art museum, his pocket already had a lifetime membership card for the National Clay Figure Chen.

If Ye Xuan hadn't refused quickly, the curator even wanted to drag Ye Xuan into a discussion about art...

Fortunately, they left quickly.

Seeming to see Ye Xuan’s thoughts, Yang Mi, who was holding the little doll she couldn't put down, burst into a laugh.

At this moment, she leaned in front of Ye Xuan and asked about Ye Xuan’s new book.

"Then, when are you going to write the new book?!"

Yang Mi is also one of Ye Xuan’s loyal readers, reading every book and following every one.

Just now, hearing Ye Xuan mention the new book, she kept it in her heart, and now she couldn't help but ask.

Facing Yang Mi’s eyes, Ye Xuan smiled softly.

"I'll write it when I go back."

After all, he was still in Yanjing now, so he would wait until he returned to Qiong Village.

Hearing the words "go back," a flash of loneliness crossed Yang Mi’s eyes.

That's right.

Ye Xuan was going back soon.

It felt like this day had just begun, but in the blink of an eye, it was time to part.

Carefully putting the doll into her bag, Yang Mi threw herself into Ye Xuan’s arms, her tone full of reluctance.

"Then, see you next time."

……

After saying goodbye to Yang Mi, Ye Xuan didn't stay in Yanjing for long.

A few days later, he returned to Qiong Village and continued his leisurely life.

Until one day, when he was a bit bored walking around the pig farm, Ye Xuan remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Ah, right.

He had forgotten to write "Harry Potter" as promised.

He had forgotten about writing the book while playing around.

Shaking his head, Ye Xuan returned to the study and opened the computer.

Closing his eyes, he reviewed the complete plot of "Harry Potter" in his mind, and while humming a little tune, he started typing.

The story of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," with Ye Xuan’s typing, slowly appeared on the computer screen.

Harry Potter, with his black hair that was always messy.

Hermione, the smart girl who loved academic research and knew everything.

Ron, who had flaming red hair.

Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the contemporary era and headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

……

One vivid character after another jumped into view, and the door to the magic world was opened!