At that moment, the audience seemed to be frozen, watching in silence, and even their thoughts were frozen into ice cubes, constantly shattering. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly a voice came from the audience: "Verynice, Sobeautiful, Perfect" is the artistic consultant Peter Si jumped up, dancing, full of energy, and then several foreigners applauded, praising the greatness of the beauty of the oriental artistic conception, praising the call of the stage art group to the soul of art, and praising the perfect unity of the soul elimination form and the content of the lost soul. Looking at the embarrassed look of the stage director, I thought to myself, the effect of getting a few more crying graves from the countryside is even more shocking, and I still need to invite Mr. Pa? How much will this save on appearance fees? The point is, the great stage design of this crying grave stunned no one to know who did it. No one mentioned that it was not paper flowers that floated down at all, but paper money.

That night, the organizing committee held an important meeting, and after five hours of fierce debate, two decisions were made, one was to change the white cloth banner to a five-color silk curtain, symbolizing the five elements of China, the five Olympic rings, and the great integration of the five continents of the world, and the tassels were changed to small flags of various colors to represent more than 140 participating countries, and the white flowers were changed to pink flowers to make the shape of peonies. Another decision was to ask some high-ranking people to secretly come to Duanmen to do a ritual.

So, in the next few days, monks from all walks of life, and masters from all walks of life gathered at the bottom of the Duanmen Building, and there was a great way to open the altar with a sword. Or because of the leakage of the news, which shocked the high-level, two teams of armed police were sent, and the gods dispersed. However, in the end, he hired a high-ranking person, installed the title of Chinese traditional culture consultant, and entered the organizing committee. Lao Gu of the reception group told me that this person was the Chang Ye of the famous Beijing City, known as the Admiral of Jiumen.

But what puzzles me is that Chang Ye has been in the organizing committee since he joined the organizing committee, clocking in every day on time than us, wearing a suit and tie more formal than us, and turning over the project information more seriously than us when he has nothing to do. Which is the master? These nine admirals can't be all nine gatekeepers, right? One stay is two weeks, the only thing that makes me a little surprised is that every day at 11 o'clock at noon and 11 o'clock in the evening, he will walk around the Duanmen Meridian Gate, and go home at Donghua Gate at 12 o'clock, rain or shine. But the strange thing is that there are fewer strange things to beat him around and start the scene.

About the end of April and the beginning of May, the planning and investment work in my hands was basically over, and when I was idle, the leader sent me to Chang Ye, and pulled Lao Gu back to the reception group. When he said this, I was confused and couldn't figure it out.

Chang Ye looks like he is forty or fifty years old, but he is actually sixty-seven. Chang Ye told me that when he was in his twenties, he was also the same as now, looking old, and it was difficult to find a partner, but now he is getting old. He once took out a photo from a black book to show me, when he was in his twenties, he took a photo with his father, third uncle, and fifth uncle, which was simply four brothers. I glanced at the black book, which had some gossip and other symbols and topographical maps, for some reason. Chang Ye glared at me, scolded "Be careful to stick the door upside down" and closed the book. I didn't understand what it meant to stick the door upside down, and I didn't dare to ask, so I had to talk about something else.

Chang Ye can talk, not an ordinary chat, especially for the old Beijing story, the Qing Palace, but also a number of family treasures, a living dictionary. Later, I told my son that his ancestors had three generations of Qing palace guards with knives, and the standard was inlaid with yellow flags. Why didn't the organizing committee look for other immortals, only Chang Ye? Those people haven't entered the gate of the Forbidden City, so they can make a few plates of incense. But then again, Chang Ye never chats when he circles around the two doors, and that is the most boring time of my day. After Chang Ye, he found that he would stop every time he took more than a step, and there were words in his mouth, and after turning in a circle, Chang Ye would open the black book and draw something on it.

Another few days passed, in order to pass the boring days, I sent a ghost envoy to chat with Chang Ye about the story of the small courtyard a few years ago, from the princess's tomb to the sweet water garden, from the Jinnan and Beishan mountains to the tomb of Jingzi Lane. After talking for two days in a row, Chang Ye dozed off in the chair, I was embarrassed, so I asked him, "Chang Ye, I'm tired of listening, can you give me some pointers?" Chang Ye opened his eyes, hehe Yile, and said, don't bother, don't bother, don't bother, it's so interesting, don't say, if it weren't for the Beijing City to repair the subway, I would still accept you as a closed apprentice. I thought to myself, what does this apprentice have to do with repairing the subway? Chang Ye didn't wake up, right? Seeing that I was stunned, Chang Ye patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go to the two of us and turn the door."

In June, one day Chang Ye did not come to Duanmen, thinking that he was sick, he called him, Chang Ye said, in preparation for something, the day is coming, come in two days. Three days later, Chang Ye came to Duanmen early in the morning and said to me, "Xiaojie, it's almost, stay tonight and call Lao Gu, Xiao Mao, and Xiao Hong." “

The night of the Forbidden City is deeper than anywhere else, like the boundless sea, and those arches and eaves are undulating waves. Usually, the organizing committee and construction personnel are enclosed in the middle of the Duanmen and Meridian Gate, and other places are not allowed to enter. But that night, Chang Ye got a string of keys out of nowhere and took us all the way through to the Nine Dragons Wall. Chang Ye gave us a bronze lampstand for each person, which is antique, and I don't know which dynasty it is, but the weight is not light. A cup of thick white wax was placed on it, and when it was lit, it emitted a strange fishy smell. Let the four of us stand five steps in front of the wall, seven steps apart, with our backs to the Nine Dragons Wall, and tell us that no matter what sound or noise comes from behind us for a while, we must poke it like a pillar, don't look back, protect the candle, and not put it out. Then he sprinkled some white stone powder under our feet, and said, "When you are really tired, sit on the stone powder, and never get out of this stone powder."