Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

The sparrows outside the window are talking too much on the telephone poles; when you say this, it feels like summer...

In my previous life, I never thought that I would experience a magical night in a museum in the summer when "Qili Xiang" was born.

"Young man, what's your name?" Ma Chengyuan strolled in the open bronze exhibition hall.

"Jiangshan," Jiangshan followed closely.

Walking in the empty exhibition hall, I felt an indescribable feeling.

In fact, I just can’t find the adjective.

If I insist on expressing myself directly, these pieces of mottled bronze with ancient patterns reveal an unknown mystery no matter how I look at them.

"What's your name?"

"Old man, my surname is Ma," Ma Chengyuan, who was short in stature, stepped out of the night patrol and said, "I am the administrator here, please call me Ma Guan."

"Ma Guan?" Jiang Shan felt like he couldn't shout out: "Why do you shout so awkwardly? There's no one else here anyway, so I might as well call you Ma Guan Chang."

"Director Ma?" Ma Chengyuan was tired of hearing this.

"Does that sound good to you?"

"I'm so happy," Ma Chengyuan laughed: "Don't tell me, our library actually had a director named Ma."

"Is he the same as you?" Jiang Shan: "Then he must take good care of you."

"I don't feel it." Ma Chengyuan recalled his usual behavior: "I have a straight face at work every day, but I only have a good face after get off work."

"Then this person must be difficult to get along with." Jiang Shan, who is currently in the internship period, can tell people right away: "Either they are too serious, or they are too serious."

Ma Chengyuan, the leader, looked back at Jiangshan.

Jiang Shan: "Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing," Ma Chengyuan said with a smile, "I just feel like it's fun to speak ill of the leader with you."

"The horse racing director of your unit is still working?"

"He was kicked back a long time ago," Ma Chengyuan said ruthlessly, "It is said that he came to Shangbo through the back door."

"Can I have a back door as a curator?" Jiang Shan, who had just entered the society, began to ask an old administrator for help: "His relationship must be very hard, right?"

"Our Director of Horse Racing was an underground party member before liberation..."

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

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

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

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

Ma Chengyuan looked up at the showcase: "The first visitor we welcome is the horse curator."

"What a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence," Ma Chengyuan smiled slightly: "It was because he had been paying attention to every move on Shangbo before, so he was able to enter Shangbo at the first time."

"Will he still be an underground party then?"

"We've already been liberated, so why use the underground party?"

"Not always."

"But coincidentally, the old leader who recommended him to join the revolution was also a lover of cultural relics," Ma Chengyuan said: "After learning that he loved cultural relics, he recommended him to the Municipal Party Committee's Propaganda Department to join Shangbo."

Jiang Shan: "No wonder he became the curator."

"It's not that easy. When I first went there, Lao Ma didn't know anything and could only be a cultural relic keeper."

"Same as you."

"Yes, just like me," Ma Chengyuan smiled: "Comrade Ma was an ancient coin enthusiast before entering Shanghai Bo. With long-term contact with cultural relics, he completely fell in love with gorgeous bronzes."

Jiang Shan glanced silently at the display cabinet, which was filled with gray.

"After more than ten years, he not only came into contact with a large amount of bronze, but also made friends with many cultural relic collectors." Ma Chengyuan also looked at the display cabinet at this moment:

“In the 1960s, Lao Ma, who had already become the director of the Department of Cultural Relics Preservation, led his colleagues to cover 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 saved the cultural relics, but also kept the collections for many of his Pujiang friends. "

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

“But one family arrived a little late, and by the time museum colleagues arrived, the building was already empty.

After searching around the house, the old man found the house's treasured treasure in the garbage pile in the corner: Shang Yang Fangsheng.

In 1979, Lao Ma returned all the collections in the museum, which surprised many people.

With great gratitude, a large number of collections were donated to Shangbo. "

Jiang Shan: "Among them is Shang Yang Fang Sheng?"

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

"It's really not interesting."

"That's Shang Yang Fang Sheng," Ma Chengyuan patted Jiang Daixing and said, "I am extremely grateful to him for agreeing to the transfer."

"This family doesn't even think about it. If it weren't for your horse racing director, Shang Yang would have died a long time ago." Jiang Shan was very loyal: "If this thing were mine, I would definitely give it to Shangbo without even paying a penny."

"Fortunately, this thing doesn't belong to you, otherwise you wouldn't know how to kill me... our curator!"

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

"Young man, you have to take a long-term view in life. When others encounter difficulties, you reach out and help them without expecting anything in return. When you encounter difficulties in the future, they will not forget you."

Jiang Shan stretched out his legs, shook his legs, and chewed these words carefully.

"In the 1990s, the most popular place for heads of museums in the country was the antique market in Xiangjiang. Mainland tomb thieves generally fell in love with the goods sold there,"

Ma Chengyuan, who was sitting on the same bench as Jiang Shan, said slowly: "Did you see the King Wu Fu Chai on the left side of the showcase?"

All Jiang Shan can see now is this copper pan.

"That's what Lao Ma found when he was shopping in Xiangjiang Antique Street," Ma Chengyuan said: "At that time, there was one of his Xiangjiang friends, Stanley Ho, who was shopping together. When people saw him, they looked at him and immediately spent 1.5 million to buy it. I sent it to him."

While they were talking, the two people had already approached "Wu Wang Fuchai".

Ma Chengyuan: "The inscription on this scorpion is: My king's wife sent Wu Jintao as a lucky vessel."

Jiang Shan was shocked when he heard this: "Is this what Fu Chai gave to Xi Shi?"

"It was given to his daughter by Fu Chai,"

After Ma Chengyuan finished speaking, he continued to walk to the side of the display cabinet: "Look at this set of chimes again. This is a big mistake for me."

Jiang Shan: "Oh?"

"According to convention, the inscriptions on bronze vessels are cast on them, but if you look carefully you will find it," Ma Chengyuan said:

"The characters on this set of chimes are engraved. You must know that most bronzes come from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. At that time, there was no material harder than bronze, so it was impossible to have engraved characters."

Jiang Shan nodded.

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

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

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

"What's wrong?"

“In 1992, the Jinhou cemetery group in Quwo County, Shanxi Province was stolen, and the Shanxi Archaeological Research Institute conducted rescue excavations on the cemetery.

What is called rescue excavation is to rescue ancient tombs that have been opened by tomb robbers.

After some excavation work, archaeologists cleared out dozens of bronze vessels left in the tomb.

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

In other words, this set of 16 chimes is actually a set, and they all belong to the burial bronzes from the tomb of the Marquis of Jin in Shanxi. "

Jiang Shan: "Then the inscriptions on them are...Western Zhou Dynasty?"

Ma Chengyuan nodded: "The chimes of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, the inscriptions of the Western Zhou Dynasty."

The two people walked and talked.

As he listened, Jiang Shan felt more and more that the administrator next to him was not simple.

"Uncle Shuofu Fang Zi (hidden) in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Li Yinxuan, the great nephew of the donor Li Hongzhang," Ma Chengyuan slowly walked past "Uncle Shuofu Fang Zi":

"He is the owner of Room 72. When he left Pujiang, he approached 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 Lao Ma's hand tightly. This was the love of his life entrusted to him by a Tibetan idiot. "

"In 1979, Lao Ma contacted Li Yinxuan's family and wanted to return more than 200 pieces of the collection. Li Yinxuan's wife took out a copy of her husband's will: all the collection in his life would be donated to the country without any compensation."

"The Zi Zhong Jiang Pan from Spring and Autumn Period was stolen and sold to the antique market in Macau.

Later, Ye Zhaofu, president of Xiangjiang Sun Group, invested 35 million to buy it.

On the eve of Xiangjiang's return, Lao Ma wrote a letter to his friend Ye Zhaofu, hoping to use it to exhibit it in Shanghai.

Ye Zhaofu wrote back and said, I will give this plate to you..."

Jiang Shan followed Ma Chengyuan and admired this water park-style bronze wash basin.

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

Bronze, calligraphy and painting, seals, ancient coins... During the period, we also visited Wang Shixiang's Ming Dynasty furniture exhibition hall.

The old man and the young man 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 also seemed to be cherishing his old friend.

When the old administrator announced that he was off work, Jiang Shan was a little reluctant to leave.

"Chief Ma, where should I find you the next time I come to Shangbo?"

"What?" Ma Chengyuan smiled: "You still want me to be the commentator?"

Jiang Shan nodded vigorously: "Your explanation is really incredible. I feel it is much better than a professional commentator."

Ma Chengyuan was delighted when he heard this: "How can it be the same!"

"Then where should I find you next time? The security room?"

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

"I can't say for sure when you come to Shangbo again, I will come to see you just like today."

…

In 1980, Jiang Shan and the old administrator met again in Shanghai.

No one can explain his rich psychological activities at this moment.

But no matter what, I really just told the old administrator.

——Look, you really came to see me!