Super Uncle

He was a bit dazed and recalled that two hours ago, after the museum closed, Xiao Quan had counted all the artifacts, locked up the museum, and left.,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home.",Hesitated for a moment, wanting to take a step forward, but after a while of thought, she turned and left in a hurry, leaving only a faint scent of wildflowers in the air.。