Sparrows outside the window, beaked on telephone poles; When you say this, it feels like summer......

In my previous life, I didn't expect that I would experience a wonderful night in the museum in the summer when "Qili Xiang" was born.

"What's your name, young man?" Ma Chengyuan strolls through the expansive bronze exhibition hall.

"Jiangshan," Jiangshan followed.

Walking in the empty exhibition hall, there is an inexplicable feeling of indescribability.

Actually, I just can't find an adjective.

If you insist on expressing your intentions directly, this piece of ancient mottled bronze is full of unknown mystery.

"What do you call it?"

"Old man, my surname is Ma," Ma Chengyuan, who was not tall, walked out of the momentum of the night patrol: "It's the administrator here, you can call me Ma Guan." ”

"Horse pipe?" Jiang Shan felt that he couldn't scream: "Why is it so awkward, anyway, there is no one else here, I will simply call you the horse manager." ”

"Curator Ma?" Ma Chengyuan was tired of hearing it.

"Sounds fun, huh?"

"I'm really happy," Ma Chengyuan smiled: "Don't say it, our museum used to have a curator surnamed Ma." ”

"And you're in the family?" Jiang Shan: "Then he must take good care of you." ”

"I don't feel it," Ma Chengyuan recalled his usual performance: "I have a straight face when I go to work every day, and I only have a good face when I get off work." ”

"Then this person must be difficult to get along with," Jiang Shan, who is in the internship period, looks at people accurately: "Either you are too serious, or you are too serious." ”

Ma Chengyuan, who was in the lead, glanced back at Jiangshan.

Jiang Shan: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"It's nothing," Ma Chengyuan said with a smile: "I just feel that it's funny to talk bad about the leader with you." ”

"The director of your unit, Curator Ma, is still working?"

"I went back early," Ma Chengyuan was ruthless: "It is said that he was able to come to Shangbo, and he was able to go through the back door." ”

"Can you go through the back door when you're a curator?" Jiang Shan, who had just entered the society, began to ask an old administrator for life: "His relationship must be very hard, right?" ”

"Our curator Ma was an underground party member before liberation......"

When an entire wall of glass display cases came into view, Ma Chengyuan and Jiang Shan sat down on a bench.

Not far away, the busy voices of several staff members can be vaguely heard.

Tonight's expo seems to be making final preparations for a big exhibition.

"In December 1952, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Shanghai Expo was officially opened,"

Ma Chengyuan looked up at the showcase: "The first visitor ushered in was this curator Ma. ”

"So coincidentally?"

"It's not a coincidence," Ma Chengyuan smiled slightly: "It's because he has been paying attention to Shangbo's every move before, so he can walk into Shangbo at the first time." ”

"Is he still an underground party?"

"What kind of underground party do you use when you liberate them!"

"Not necessarily."

"But coincidentally, the old leader who introduced him to the revolution back then was also a lover of cultural relics," Ma Chengyuan said: "After knowing that he loved cultural relics, I recommended him to the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee to enter the Shanghai Expo." ”

Jiang Shan: "No wonder I can become the curator." ”

"It's so easy, when I first went, Lao Ma didn't understand anything, so he could only be a cultural relics custodian."

"Just like you."

"Yes, just like me," Ma Chengyuan smiled: "Comrade Lao Ma was a lover of ancient coins before entering the Shanghai Expo, and with his long-term contact with cultural relics, he completely fell in love with gorgeous bronzes. ”

Jiang Shan looked at it silently, and the display cabinet was a piece of blue gray.

"For more than ten years, he has not only come into contact with a large number of bronzes, but also made friends with many collectors of cultural relics," Ma Chengyuan, who would also look at the display case:

In the 60s, Lao Ma, who had become the director of the cultural relics preservation department, led his colleagues to wrap all the display cabinets with Jiefang Daily.

He also publicized to many comrades who did not know the truth that these cultural relics were the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people, and it was a pity that they were damaged.

In the end, he not only kept the cultural relics, but also kept the collection for many of his Pujiang friends. ”

One of them handed over the collection of 72 rooms on three floors of his family to Shangbo for safekeeping.

"But one of them was a step late, and by the time colleagues from the museum arrived, the building was already empty.

After searching around the house, the old horse found the housekeeper in the garbage heap in the corner; Shang Yang Fang Sheng.

In 79, Lao Ma returned all the collections in the museum, and many people were surprised.

With great gratitude, I donated a large number of collections to Shangbo. ”

Jiang Shan: "Among them, is that Shang Ying Fang Sheng?" ”

"That's not true," Ma Chengyuan really seemed to be talking about someone else's business: "But the family was also very happy to see the lost treasure, and finally transferred Shang Yingfang to Shangbo at a low price." ”

"It's not interesting."

"That's Shang Ying Fangsheng," Ma Chengyuan patted the layman in Xiajiang: "If people can agree to the transfer, Lao Ma is already grateful." ”

"This family doesn't want to think about it, if it weren't for your Curator Ma, then the merchant would have been gone a long time ago," Jiang Shan was quite righteous: "If this thing is mine, I must not give it to Shangbo directly for a penny." ”

"It's a good thing it's not yours, otherwise you wouldn't know how to kill me...... Curators! ”

Like Jiang Shan, Ma Chengyuan also stretched out his legs and folded them:

"Young man, you have to take a long-term view. When people are in trouble, you don't want to reciprocate and reach out and pull a hand. When you encounter difficulties in the future, they will not forget you. ”

Jiang Shan stretched his legs, shook his legs, and chewed on this sentence.

"In the 90s, the most frequented place for the heads of museums in China was the antique market in Xiangjiang. Tomb robbers on the mainland generally fall in love with the shipment,"

Ma Chengyuan, who was sitting on a bench with Jiangshan, said slowly: "Do you see the Wu Wangfu cha (He) on the left side of the display case?" ”

Jiangshan will see that it is still this copper cup.

"That's what Lao Ma found when he visited Xiangjiang Antique Street," Ma Chengyuan said: "At that time, there was a shopping club, and one of his Xiangjiang friends, He Hongzhang, people saw him straight, and immediately paid 1.5 million yuan to buy it and give it to him. ”

While talking, the two of them had already approached "Wu Wangfu".

Ma Chengyuan: "The inscription on this coffin: My king's husband sent Wu Jintao to the woman's auspicious vessel." ”

Jiang Shan was shocked when he heard it: "This is given to Xi Shi by the husband?" ”

"It was given to his daughter by his husband,"

After Ma Chengyuan finished speaking, he continued to walk to the side of the display case: "Look at this set of bells again, this can pick up a big leak for the old horse." ”

Jiang Shan: "Oh? ”

"Conventionally, the inscriptions on bronzes are cast, but if you look closely, you'll find out," Ma Chengyuan said.

"The words on this group of bells are engraved, you must know that most of the bronzes are from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and there was no harder material than bronze in that era, so it is impossible to have inscriptions."

Jiang Shan nodded.

"But when Lao Ma took a closer look, he knew that this set of chimes was true." Ma Chengyuan said: "In his opinion, the words on the bell should be engraved on the bell in the later years.

Therefore, these 14 chimes have been piled up in the antique shop and no one wants them, and they all think they are fakes.

Lao Ma had a friend who was a professor at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, and seeing that he was so sure, he paid for the chimes. And guess what? ”

"What's wrong?"

"In 1992, the cemetery of the Marquis of Jin in Quwo County, Shanxi Province, was stolen, and the archaeological research institute in Shanxi Province carried out a rescue excavation of the cemetery.

What is called rescue excavation is to rescue the ancient tomb that has been opened by the tomb robbers.

After some excavations, archaeologists cleared out dozens of bronzes left in the tomb.

Among them are two small bronze chimes, which are in the same format as the 14 chimes acquired by Lao Ma and have coherent inscriptions.

In other words, this total of 16 bells is actually a set, all of which belong to the burial bronzes of the tomb of the Marquis of Jin in Shanxi. ”

Jiang Shan: "Then the inscription on their bodies is...... Western Zhou? ”

Ma Chengyuan nodded: "The bell of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the inscription of the Western Zhou Dynasty." ”

The two men talked as they walked.

Listening to it, Jiang Shan felt more and more that the administrator next to him was not simple.

"Uncle Shuo's father Fang Ning (cover) Western Zhou, donor Li Hongzhang's nephew Li Yinxuan," Ma Chengyuan slowly walked past "Uncle Shuo's father Fang Ning":

He is the owner of the 72nd room, and when he left Pujiang, he found Lao Ma and wanted to donate all the more than 200 bronzes to Shangbo.

When the last cart of cultural relics drove out of his house, Li Yinxuan held the hand of the old horse tightly, which was the love of his life entrusted to him by a Tibetan idiot. ”

"In 1979, Lao Ma contacted Li Yinxuan's family to return more than 200 pieces of the collection, and Li Yinxuan's wife took out a copy of her husband's will: donate all the collections in her life to the state, without compensation."

"The Spring and Autumn Zizhong ginger plate was stolen and sold to the antique market in Macao.

Later, it was bought by Ye Zhaofu, president of Xiangjiang Sun Group, with a capital of 35 million.

On the eve of the return of Xiangjiang, Lao Ma wrote a letter to his friend Ye Zhaofu, hoping to use this plate to be exhibited in Shanghai.

Ye Zhaofu replied and said, "I'll send you this plate......"

Jiang Shan followed behind Ma Chengyuan, admiring this water park-style bronze wash plate.

That night, Ma Chengyuan led the Jiangshan exhibition area one floor after another, one exhibition hall after another.

Bronze, calligraphy and paintings, seals, ancient coins...... During this period, he also visited Wang Shixiang's Ming Dynasty furniture exhibition hall.

The old and the young watched and chatted all the way, sighing and laughing constantly.

Vaguely, Jiang Shan always felt that the old man beside him seemed to be saying goodbye to these cultural relics, and as if he was saying that he was cherishing them.

When the old administrator announced that he was off work, Jiangshan was a little reluctant.

"Captain Ma, where should I go to find you next time I come to Shangbo?"

"How?" Ma Chengyuan smiled: "Do you still want me to be a commentator?" ”

Jiang Shan nodded vigorously: "Your commentary is really not covered, I feel much better than a professional commentator." ”

Ma Chengyuan was amused when he heard it: "That can be the same!" ”

"So where should I find you next time? Guardhouse? ”

"Wait," Ma Chengyuan, who had already walked in the other direction, waved his hand with his back to Jiangshan:

"I can't tell you when you come to Shangbo again, but I'll come to you like today."

……

In 1980, when Jiang Shan and the old administrator met again at Shangbo.

No one can tell the story of his abundant mental activity at the moment.

But no matter what, it's really up to the old administrator.

- Look, you're really coming for me!

(End of chapter)