Palace museum.

Fang Ningqin walked in front of the booth, looking at these quiet antiques in front of him, and an emotion called joy arose.

Not long ago, Fang Ningqin, who graduated from the history department of Peking University, found a dream job.

Or rather, her dream workplace.

Fang Ningqin looked at the Song Dynasty Dingyao children's pillow in the display case, looked at the cute little face, and the heart that was unique to women and was defenseless against all lovely things was warm.

"It's really cute!" Fang Ningqin felt that her face was a little hot, she subconsciously looked around, fortunately, no one noticed her at all.

Really! Fang Ningqin couldn't help but reproach herself.

Be reserved, be reserved!!

Thinking of this, Fang Ningqin couldn't help but clench his fists.

But it's so cute......

Well, it seems that Fang Ningqin finally gave up struggling.

"Qinqin. A kind voice sounded in Fang Ningqin's ears.

A kind and kind and elegant old man appeared beside Fang Ningqin.

"Grandpa. Fang Ningqin responded sweetly, "How did you know I was here?"

"Silly girl. The elegant old man stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the top of Fang Ningqin's head, "You still need to ask, don't you get tired of staying in this ceramic museum every time you come?"

The old man took a step forward and stood side by side with Fang Ningqin, only to see him look at the porcelain pillow of the Dingyao child that Fang Ningqin had been staring at before, and said with a smile: "I will officially come here to work tomorrow, and then you don't have to come here every day in a daze!"

"Grandpa!" Fang Ningqin stuck out his tongue, but still didn't withdraw his gaze.

Yes, tomorrow I will be a part of this museum.

Thinking of this, Fang Ningqin couldn't help but think of his grandfather beside him.

Although my grandfather has been retired for more than ten years, if you think about it carefully, since he entered the calligraphy and painting group of the Department of Cultural Conservation Science and Technology of the Palace Museum at the age of 26, the old man can be said to have left the time of his life here.

"Grandpa," Fang Ningqin said softly, "You came with me today, but you have met a lot of old acquaintances, right?"

"yes. The old man sighed with emotion, "But there are many acquaintances, and there are few old people." ”

The old man slowly took off his glasses: "But I'm happy." ”

"Happy?"

"What sleeps here are the treasures left by our ancestors, and we are their guardians. But antiques can be precipitated and brewed in the long river of time, but people can't......" The old man did not finish his words, and a crystal and warm tear gently slipped from the corner of the old man's eyes.

"Grandpa," Seeing that his grandfather, who had been calm since he was a child, suddenly lost his temper, Fang Ningqin was obviously a little flustered, "Didn't you say happy, you are ......?"

"That's right, it's happy. The old man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with some relief, "It is precisely because we can't protect them for a long time that we need a steady stream of fresh blood." Today, Grandpa came back here and found that we old guys had retired one by one, but more and more young people had increased. ”

The old man solemnly put on his glasses: ""Zhou Li, Xia Guan, Si Gong and Arrow" contains: 'Palm six bows, four crossbows, eight arrows, distinguish their names, and palm their guards and hide them and their access. "Qinqin, from tomorrow onwards, you have to be a 'Tibetan guard' for your grandfather!"

"Got it. Fang Ningqin said softly, "It is precisely because of the presence of new Tibetan guards that we can guard the national treasures left by these ancestors from generation to generation." ”

"Yes, antiquities come from the hands of the ancients and are guarded by the present people. They are the link between the past and the present, tracing back to the roots. ”

"Bond?" Fang Ningqin savored the word, and was a little distracted for a while. When she came back to her senses, she found that her grandfather didn't know when he left.

"Grandpa...... Gone?"

Fang Ningqin suddenly closed her mouth, for some reason, when she said the word "gone", her heart suddenly tightened, and then, countless pictures of getting along with her grandfather from childhood surfaced from the bottom of the ocean of memories and poured into her brain.

This is...... What's wrong?

Fang Ningqin was stunned, and in a trance, she seemed to see a half-black and half-white police car.

………………

When he saw his precious granddaughter savoring his words, the old man nodded with satisfaction and decided not to disturb him.

The old man's steps were slow but steady, and although he was now immersed in his own world, it did not affect his walking, because decades of time had deeply imprinted every grass and tree here in his bones. Before he knew it, the old man had turned around the entire ceramic hall.

"It's a pity that I wasn't born ten years early......," the old man said regretfully. Yes, this is the biggest regret of his life, because if he could have been born ten years earlier, maybe he would have been able to participate in the southward migration of the Forbidden City cultural relics with his father, and do his part for these treasures that gathered the efforts of his predecessors earlier.

The old man remembered that his father often said to him when he was alive: "These 'children' are the flesh and blood of the predecessors, and they all have souls!"

When he first heard this sentence, the old man was only a seven-year-old child, and he was still too young to understand the meaning of this sentence, but this did not prevent him from remembering this sentence in his heart.

It wasn't until the old man was thirteen years old that he visited the antiquities in the Forbidden City seriously for the first time under the leadership of his father, and the old man suddenly felt that he didn't know if these antiques had souls, and his souls had been taken away anyway.

Since then, the old man has regarded the Forbidden City as his second home, or even his only home.

Therefore, when the old man saw a half-black, half-white car rushing into the museum and rushing all the way to him, the anger in his heart can be imagined.

"What's going on!!" The elegant old man, who had never blushed with anyone else in his life, burst out into a roar for the first time in his life.

It was also the last roar of his life.

"What's the matter?" the old man repeated the question, but the anger dissipated without a trace.

The exhibition hall, which was not crowded but by no means spacious, suddenly emptied, and all the people disappeared, leaving only himself and the car in front of him, which was half snow-white and half-pitch black.

Immediately afterwards, the doors on both sides opened at the same time, and two young ladies dressed in office dresses common to female white-collar workers of this era got out of the car. One of them was dressed in black, but they had white hair that was white but full of luster and vitality, and one was dressed in white, but they had black hair that looked like the night shift. At the same time, their entire faces were hidden under the huge brim of their hats and exaggerated sunglasses, both of which may be inaccurate, since the lady in white was wearing a pair of snow-white glasses.

"Shen Chuxiao," the woman in white spoke, her voice tactful and charming, "One in eighty years of life, Old Man Shen, you should be on your way!"

"What...... What?"

"Hades wants you ......to die for the third watch," the woman in black on the side spoke, her voice was also very crisp, but for some reason, there was a coldness that was very inconsistent with her young timbre.

But she wasn't done.

The woman in white, who raised her hand to stop her, continued to speak, "You can look behind you." ”

Shen Chuxiao turned around when he heard this, and saw "himself" sitting in a corner, leaning against the wall, as if asleep.

“……”

After being silent for a while, the old man named Shen Chuxiao slowly spoke: "Can I ask a question?"

"When it's hot. The woman in white smiled.

"I ...... what you are," the old man continued, after a pause, "I am actually a Christian. ”

"......" This time, it was the turn of the two women to be silent.

In the end, it was the cold woman in black who spoke: "Because both purgatory and hell are already in chaos. ”