After the founding of the People's Republic of China, cultural relics are not allowed to become

Hubei Provincial Museum.

Due to the working day, there were very few people in the museum, in twos and threes, footsteps echoed in the huge exhibition hall. The chime bell of Marquis Yi of Zeng, the treasure of the town hall, stood in the center of the exhibition hall, protected by the glass room, making it invulnerable.

In the glass room, on the chime frame of Zenghouyi’s chimes, a fat old man lay on the most unlikely place where anyone could appear. He propped his head with one hand and shook a cattail fan with the other. , listening to the conversation of several people outside the glass room.

A man with two women, the man was wearing a white suit on a hot day, his leather shoes were shiny, and his hair was combed back, and he waved a museum brochure as a fan: "This is Zenghou Yi Chime Bell, their town hall here Zhibao, the first batch of cultural relics listed as non-appearance, is the most majestic and largest musical instrument in the world, and it has only been played three times since it was unearthed."

The two women didn't look at the clock the whole time, but stared at the man in the suit: "Wow, Jiawen, you know a lot."

The man in the suit smiled modestly, and continued: "This thing is expensive because it is a musical instrument. Bronze ware of such a large scale is rare throughout the Spring and Autumn Period."

The fat old man on the bell frame sneered when he heard the words: "Fart, I'm from the Warring States period."

The fat old man was talking, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person standing not far from the three of them.

This man was thin and fair-skinned. He looked to be in his early twenties at most. He was wearing a white shirt. His black hair made his skin white. His eyes were clear and clear, with curved eyebrows, and he was smiling in his direction.

The fat old man thought he was looking at me?

The man in the suit continued: "This chime has another great feature, that is, it can strike two notes for each bell, and it is said that the range of this bell is similar to that of a piano. The piano was only invented in the 17th century. The piano is more than 2000 years old."

The two women were amazed again and again, and one woman asked: "What words are engraved on this clock? It can't be a musical score, right?"

The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Ah, yes, you guessed it right. The music scores on it are all engraved thousands of years ago. When they played, they played according to the music scores on it."

The fat old man laughed angrily: "Fuck the fuck, I have a lot of inscriptions on my body. I have everything but no music score."

As soon as the words fell, the fat old man saw the man next to him. He was just turning his head to listen to the man in the suit talking big. He suddenly turned his head towards him and smiled at him again, as if he was amused by his words.

The fat old man thought to himself, this person can not only see me, but also hear me?

The fat old man looked suspicious, and asked tentatively, "This young man, can you see me?"

After the fat old man asked, he thought to himself that he was stupid, he was a weapon, how could he see himself as a mortal.

The young man smiled and nodded towards him.

The fat old man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he sat up straight from the bell stand.

The man in the suit was still pretending to be aggressive: "This one is a fake, a replica, how could it really be shown to you..."

When the fat old man heard this, he didn't care to talk to the man, and his eyes widened with anger: "I'm fake? You're still fake! What kind of expert are you pretending to be! This, this... This guy is talking nonsense, look I won't break your legs."

Just as the fat old man was about to wave his fan, the man in white shook his head at him, and pressed his hands down to make him calm down.

The eyes of the two women stared at the man in the suit with sparkling eyes: "Then really?"

The man in the suit lied and didn't write the draft: "It's really at the National Museum! They said that the curator of the National Museum took advantage of the filming of "National Treasure" to occupy the cultural relics under the pretext of not returning them!"

The man in white turned to the man in the suit, interrupting the conversation of the three of them: "The National Museum has never seized the cultural relics from other museums and refused to return them."

The man in the suit and the two women turned their heads and looked at the man in surprise.

The man said solemnly: "Museums in our country often hold cultural relic exchange activities. The National Museum often exhibits some cultural relics from other museums, but they return them after the exhibition. The occupation of cultural relics is purely a rumor."

"By the way," the man pointed to the chime bell of Marquis Yi of Zeng, "this is from the Warring States Period."

The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and said gracefully: "How could it be from the Warring States period? The little brother must have misread his studies? I have studied cultural relics for more than ten years, and I can see the approximate age of these cultural relics at a glance." come out."

The woman next to her chimed in, "Our Jiawen is a Weibo relic V with more than 100 million followers on the Internet. He specializes in authenticating cultural relics. How could he get it wrong?"

The man glanced at the man in the suit and explained: "Bronze wares in the early Spring and Autumn period were basically decorated with flat chisel patterns. From the late Spring and Autumn Period to the Warring States period, due to the improvement of productivity and manufacturing skills, relief sculpture became the most popular decoration technique. Look at this Chime bells use a lot of brazing and gold-stitching techniques, with relief, round carving and intaglio carving as the main decoration, so how can it be called a cultural relic of the Spring and Autumn Period?"

The fat old man said, "Oh, you know a lot about this young man."

The two women were in a fog, and couldn't understand any embossing or mistakes, and looked at the man in the suit blankly.

The man in the suit looked displeased: "I've said it's a fake, a copy, how could the copy be so real? It's really been hidden in the underground warehouse of the National Museum."

The man confronted each other: "Do you have any proof that he is a replica? Or did you go to the underground warehouse and saw it with your own eyes? There are indeed related rumors circulating on the Internet, but I believe an adult with the ability to judge will not believe it." Not to mention the 'well-informed' Weibo big V."

The face of the man in the suit turned red and then turned pale when he was blocked by the man, he hesitated for a long time: "Don't act like an educator, I haven't been there, have you?"

Unexpectedly, the man nodded: "Yes, I have been."

He stretched out his hand: "Researcher of the National Academy of Cultural Relics, Qu Qingshi, hello."

The three were stunned.

The three walked away in desperation. The empty exhibition hall was scattered with tourists in twos and threes, and no one noticed it.

The fat old man is very interested in men: "Can you really see me?"

Qu Qingshi nodded: "I can really see it, not only can I see it, but I can also hear it."

The fat old man didn't believe it, and stretched out his finger: "What is my gesture?"

Qu Qingshi: "Four," he paused, "you don't need to test me, I not only know what number you are gesturing, I also know that you are sitting on the clock stand, and I also know that you are not wearing shoes."

The fat old man looked down and found that he was indeed not wearing any clothes.

He smiled embarrassedly: "Well, no one is watching except the big guys."

The big guys he said were not people, but other spirits in the exhibition hall.

The fat old man jumped down from the bell stand and talked to Qu Qingshi through a glass: "Hey, let me ask you, I am a weapon spirit, conceived and born by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and mortal eyes can't even detect my existence." , how did you see me?"

Qu Qingshi shook his head: "I don't know, it's a family inheritance."

The fat old man looked at Qu Qing from top to bottom: "Rare, rare..."

He suddenly thought of something, and jumped onto the bell stand: "By the way, little junior, come here and help me knock, I'm so itchy here."

Qu Qingshi was startled: "What?"

The fat old man waved to him enthusiastically: "Come in, and ring the bell for me, just use the mallet next to it."

Qu Qingshi stuttered in fright, and quickly waved his hands: "You, you are a national treasure, and you have only played it three times since you were unearthed. How can you knock it casually?"

The fat old man slapped his thigh: "It's because of this, how uncomfortable it is for this old arm and leg to not move, hey, what's wrong with knocking for me, haven't you ever knocked your parents' legs?"

There were very few tourists in the exhibition hall, and no one noticed their movement here.

Qu Qingshi was helpless: "No...you are a national treasure, and besides you are in the glass room, I can't get in either."

Fat old man: "That's easy." He waved his fan, and the smart combination lock next to him went dark, and the glass door slowly opened a crack.

Qu Qingshi: "..."

Qu Qingshi refused, and then the fat old man couldn't help but push the glass door open, thought for a while, then backed out, took out a pair of disposable shoe covers from his bag and put them on, put on a mask and put on gloves , and then walked into the room cautiously.

Fat old man: "Hey, don't be so careful, I'm not those jade wares that will fall apart when I blow them."

Qu Qingshi thought to himself that it was a good thing that the jade wares were not in the same exhibition hall as him, otherwise there would probably be a huge quarrel.

Qu Qingshi didn't dare to breathe, the cultural relics from thousands of years ago were displayed in front of him at zero distance, his heart pounded in his chest with excitement, and he looked greedily at everything in front of him.

He picked up the gavel carefully: "Where to hit?"

The fat old man pointed: "That's it, the button clock on the far left."

Qu Qingshi followed the instructions and struck a hammer with a wooden mallet, only to hear the bell from 2400 years ago ringing.

The fat old man said excitedly: "That's right, that's right, let's tap again, and focus on the key points."

Qu Qingshi made another note.

The fat old man danced and danced: "Comfortable, comfortable, knock on the bottom bell, then the one next to it, the one on the right, and the one in the middle, that's right..."

Qu Qingshi played a beautiful piece of music under the command of the fat old man. The bell sounded like a phoenix flapping its wings, clouds rising and snow flying, sometimes it was like soldiers approaching the city, and the drums of war were beating together, dark clouds were pressing down on the city, and sometimes it was like spring snow and catkins. The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.In the end, the bells rang together, and the lingering sound seemed to resonate happily, which lasted for three days.

At the end of the song, Qu Qingshi put down the gavel, turned around, and saw that the empty exhibition hall outside the glass room was full of tourists who were attracted by the music, and all of them opened their mouths and looked at him. There was no sound.

The fat old man slumped behind him, sighing contentedly: "It's comfortable."

The staff finally arrived, rushed here from a distance, and turned pale with shock: "What are you doing, come out for me! Hurry up and catch him!"

The fat old man took a look and said, "Ah, hurry up, don't let anyone catch you."

Qu Qingshi hurriedly came out of the glass room, hurriedly put on his backpack, and the tourist held Qu Qingshi back and refused to let him go: "Young man, what's the name of the song you played just now? Oh, it sounds so good."

"How did you get in? Can we go in and touch it?"

"Can you knock it again for us? Oh, it sounds nice..."

The fat old man was in a hurry, and he waved his fan: "It's slow, I'll give you a ride."

Qu Qingshi's eyes blurred, and he was pushed by a gentle force, and he was already outside the exhibition hall.

The fat old man waved again, and saw the staff wrestling on the ground, eating shit, and even the people behind them fell down one after another. The scene was in a hurry and chaos.

Qu Qingshi didn't dare to stay any longer, and left in a hurry. The fat old man's hearty laughter came from behind him: "Hahahahaha, young man, thank you very much today, come back another day."

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Some content in this article will introduce the past history of cultural relics. This is necessary background knowledge. Don’t report me for plagiarism QAQ