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Saturday, August 17, 2013, Jingren Palace, Forbidden City, Beijing, China[1].

Zeng Hongyi silently looked at the exhibits in the window, feeling the precipitation brought by time. Since coming in at ten o'clock in the morning, it has been more than four hours, and he has not yet walked out of Jingren Palace. Benefiting from the "modern" education model, the "post-70s" he is holding here for the "Antiquities - Palace Museum Collection Donation Ceramics Exhibition", there is too much knowledge congenital insufficiency, looking at the piece of "Ye Ye Baoguang open Buddha soil, crystal white air pressure Dan ladder" porcelain boutique, he secretly sentimental: if his traditional cultural accumulation is a little thicker, it would be better.

For two years, almost every Saturday, as long as he doesn't work overtime, Hongyi will come to the Forbidden City, stay for a day, and he is already very familiar with the many open exhibition areas of the Forbidden City. Originally, he was only very interested in the royal furnishings of the "first three palaces" and "last three palaces", but now he has gradually begun to pay attention to the vast details and historical heritage of the Forbidden City. As the "donation hall" of the Palace Museum, Jingren Palace will regularly hold exhibitions of donated cultural relics from different periods and different themes, which is becoming more and more attractive to Hongyi. According to the plan of "The Palace Museum Visiting Jihua Book" [2] that he formulated for himself two years ago, after the traditional tour route is completed, he will always go south along Dongyi Long Street or Dong Er Long Street very comfortably, pass through Xianhe Left Gate or Jingyao Gate, enter Jingren Gate, bypass the Yuan Dynasty relic - white marble carved shadow wall, and enter the main hall of Jingren Palace. In the face of the historical treasures that have survived the catastrophe, Hongyi has to be patient and look at them one by one, which has become a habit for him here. For the ins and outs of many exhibits and artistic value, he is very detached, he can understand how much is counted, and he doesn't know how to write it down. It's a pity that you can't take pictures according to the regulations, otherwise it will save you a lot of trouble.

At this moment, Hongyi was shocked by an exhibit called "Colorful Landscape Diagram Hexagonal Bottle", his eyes were deep and his expression was stunned: the quaint pavilion, the charming red glow, the majestic pine, and the blooming chrysanthemum, all the details were so familiar, as if he had hidden an unforgettable past, and for a while he didn't know where he was, where he came from, and where he was going......

Two years ago, Hongyi was seconded to a department of the Party in Beijing, a ministerial-level unit, to do propaganda and education work. He clearly remembers that day two years ago, on March 5, 2011, how the trajectory of his life changed-

"Xiao Zeng, come on." The phone number of the bureau leader is always so concise, if you don't look at the caller ID, sometimes you really don't know which office to go to when you put down the phone.

"Director, are you looking for me?" - Modesty and restraint.

"Xiao Zeng, are you 35 or 37 this year?" - Expressionless.

“35。” - Suspicious.

"How many years has the deputy director been?" - The corners of the eyes are slightly raised.

"It's been 3 years" - Zeng Hongyi began to guess blindly, maybe something good happened.

"Oh, it's not long, it's not short."

"Uh-huh...... "- not long, not short? What does it mean? Can it be promoted? Can't be promoted? Dizzy!

"There is such a thing, I want to ask for your opinion, Beijing wants to transfer a young man about 35 years old with a leadership position to help work for a year, do you want to go?"

"This ...... It's been so long......" Zeng Hongyi's eyelids jumped, and he didn't react a little, good things and bad things? A year on secondment, what about later? The leader hasn't said it yet.

"Oh, and after a year, it's usually transferred in, unless there's something else. But I didn't say I was dead, but even if I came back, it wouldn't delay you from being promoted according to the number of years. You think about it, and I'll be back in the afternoon. ”

"Understood." Zeng Hongyi slowly withdrew.

As a result, three days later, he came to Beijing alone with his luggage and began his life as a civil servant. It has been two years, and Beijing has not been able to say whether it will be able to stay, and a few good colleagues have revealed in private that the control of the quota for entering Beijing this year is particularly strict, and it is difficult for cadres at the department level. Over the past year, Zeng Hongyi's mood has always been cloudy and uncertain, and he is infinitely melancholy when he thinks of his future.

As an undergraduate student majoring in international politics from the School of International Political and Economic Relations of a second-rate university in China, after graduating from Hongyi University, he was selected by the organization department to become a civil servant in a sub-provincial city. After more than ten years of hard work, he became the deputy director of the Propaganda and Education Department, neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low. The ability is average, the profession is average, and the appearance is average, and the current results are relatively satisfactory. But in the bottom of his heart, with the day after day of agency work, that strong desire has never been extinguished, but has become stronger with age. That is, to be able to give yourself a stage that is not big or small, to be a leader who is not big or small, to do a career that is not big or small, and to do some practical things for ordinary people like your parents. Therefore, in the face of the opportunity to enter Beijing, he still came. Who wants the yamen to be a big or a yamen, he still receives tasks every day, immerses himself in typing, eight-strand articles, revises and changes, and for two years, he still feels that his ambition has not been rewarded.

Thinking of this, Hongyi sighed lightly and gathered away his spirits, but suddenly saw that the projection of himself on the glass protective cover outside the hexagonal bottle did not look like his familiar self, and the potholes left on his cheeks by chickenpox when he was three or four years old seemed to be a few more and a little deeper, making him suddenly strange...... Blinking vigorously, the projection became clearer and clearer, slowly passing through the window, falling on the porcelain of the Kangxi era, and with another strange and familiar figure deeply embedded in it, where was frozen, and it became in a trance......

"Mom! Mom! ”

This immature child's voice startled Hongyi, and when he woke up, he found that his nose was stuck to the glass, but fortunately he didn't rub his nose with ash.

Hey, don't get carried away in this place! I remember the first time I came to the Forbidden City, I heard a tour guide quietly warn a group of tourists, and a mysterious sentence suddenly popped out of Zeng Hongyi's mind for some reason. Hehe, it looks like I haven't eaten at noon and I'm hungry. Hongyi slowly turned around, and as he walked towards the temple gate, he reached out and touched the backpack behind him, ready to take out the baguette he bought when he went out in the morning, and go to the bench in the small courtyard to eat his own lunch.

Suddenly, a small figure rushed outside the door, hitting Hongyi's waist and eye, and the two of them stumbled at the same time. Hongyi knew that this was a child when he looked at the figure, and subconsciously threw away the bread in his hand that he had not had time to open, pulled the child with his left hand, and supported the door frame with his right hand, striving for no one to be injured. At the moment when he was about to catch the child, suddenly there was a tingling pain from the tip of his right finger, Hongyi was clever, leaned on the door of the temple, and his left hand did not grab the child's arm as scheduled, "plop", the child sat on a butt and squatted, crying.

Hongyi withdrew his right hand and found that his ring finger had been poked by something sharp, and red blood droplets had already come out. Raised his hand and shook it subconsciously, the blood droplets flew straight out, Hongyi immediately felt that something was wrong, this is the Forbidden City, how can the filthy blood light be thrown casually, looking back, he can only follow a trace of red light and run to the colorful porcelain bottle......

It's broken, it's polluted! Hongyi was clever and was about to follow, when he stepped out, but found that his body was still on the wooden door. Looking back again, I didn't have time to zip up my backpack when I pulled the long baguette back just now, and now I was actually hanging by the lattice of the window lattice on the door, and I couldn't move. It's really embarrassing to want to break free, but I'm afraid of destroying the cultural relics, I can't move and can't check where my dirty blood is flying, and the children on the ground have no way to comfort them.

Hongyi was about to call for the staff at the corner of the hall to come and help, but before his mouth opened, a young mother had already rushed to him, hurriedly helped up the child on the ground, and looked up and down with concern whether there was any injury.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice the kid, I'm sorry!" Hongyi didn't dare to "pull out" himself, so he could only stand by the door "out of the way".

When the young woman saw that the child was nothing, she comforted the crying child and said, "Don't cry, uncle didn't mean to, you have to be careful in the future, don't run around in such a hurry......"

"I'm really sorry, are you okay?" Hongyi couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, and while groping backwards with his left hand to see if he could free himself, he continued to daoqian.

"Hehe, it's okay...... But you're kind of funny, just standing there and watching? The young mother finally noticed Hongyi, and by the way, gave a little side-by-side criticism of a big man's standing still.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to go over and help him up"

"And you're still standing? The child is fine, you can go with confidence! ”

"I'm hung up and can't move! I'm sorry......"

"Yes......" The woman was a little curious, but there was more doubt in her eyes.

Hongyi chose to endure it and get himself off the door first. Rubbing his body slightly up and down, the backpack seemed to be hanging very firmly, and there was no sign of loosening.

At this time, the child had been dragged up and was sobbing behind his mother. In the distance, the staff finally appeared from the corner and was pacing over, saying as they walked: "Visitors, please pay attention to the exhibition area, please keep quiet!" Hongyi continued to take care of himself, rubbing up and down beside the temple door......

"Mom, I'm hungry and want bread......" A childish voice colleague caught the attention of his mother and Hongyi. Hongyi looked up and found that the little boy was no more than four or five years old, chubby and very cute, holding his baguette and looking at his mother pitifully.

"You can't eat it, the bread belongs to my uncle!" The woman whispered to her son, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, kid, let's eat!" This kind of great opportunity to resolve the crisis and harmonize the relationship, Hongyi will not miss it.

As soon as the child heard that it was okay to eat, he happily bypassed his mother, ran to Hongyi's side, touched Hongyi's waist with his little hand, and asked, "Uncle Xiexie, I don't hurt anymore, what about you?" ”

"Uncle doesn't hurt either, it's okay if you're okay!"

"It's okay, but you're leaning against the door and not moving? My grandmother said that everything here is a cultural relic, something from a long, long time ago, so don't break it, uncle! ”

"I ......" Hongyi's brain was running rapidly at the moment, trying to find a few words that could save himself enough face, not only to avoid being thought by the child to be destroying cultural relics, but also to reasonably explain the fact that he was hanging on the door, in a hurry, he bent down and said seriously: "Children, uncle doesn't want to move now, doesn't want to leave this hall, and is thinking about watching the exhibition again." ”

"Oh, but uncle, you're bent over, you've already moved," the child smiled happily as he pointed to Hongyi's posture.

Ha, it was still hanging firmly just now, and now it's actually down!

Hongyi hurriedly turned back to look at the mahogany door, the magnificent royal palace door, although the red paint is mottled, but the whole body is round, and there is no place that looks like you can hang your backpack, which is strange!

When I was puzzled, I heard the little boy say in the distance, "Uncle Zaijian!" Looking back again, the child's smiling face had just turned over the shadow wall......

Hungry back to the dormitory, Hongyi casually wrapped his ring finger with a band-aid, it was already past six o'clock. It was another boring weekend night, nibbling on instant noodles and opening the notebook, Hongyi began to watch "The Emperor Kangxi" starring Chen Daoming for the Nth time. Chen Daoming's acting skills are first-class, and he is one of the mainland actors that Hongyi admires the most.

I don't know how long it took, Hongyi remembered that he hadn't looked at his phone for a long time, and he didn't know if the unit had a phone. Lying on the bed, I lazily dragged my backpack and reached in to fumble around, just in the familiar fixed position of the mobile phone...... Suddenly, there was another stinging pain at the wound on the ring finger of his right hand, and he quickly withdrew his hand, and Yin Yin's blood beads slowly seeped out on the band-aid again.

I'm angry, everything is not going well! Hongyi unzipped his backpack and wanted to dig his head into it to find the culprit. Flipping through it, a glimmer of light inadvertently shone through the dim backpack, "It's you!" "Hongyi is overjoyed, and going down is like fighting against a grasshopper that has always been dexterous...... Strangely, it turned out to be a small piece of yellow metal. After looking at it for a long time, Hongyi suddenly remembered that it was a copper sheet nailed to the horizontal and vertical junction of the window frame, and a very decorative bat was suppressed on it......

Suddenly, Hongyi stood up smartly and remembered, isn't this the same as the window lattice structure on the red door of the main hall that I saw in Jingren Palace today? Is it just hanging on me? Still falling into my backpack without realizing it? Is this considered an artifact? Should I send it back? ……

[1] For details, see "Appendix 01"

[2] For details, see "Appendix 03"