Mountain and Sea Museum

There is a mountain range in the west of Yong'an City, the capital of Huaguo, called Wolong Mountain. People of the older generation say that there are dragons in the mountain. If you are lucky, you can hear the dragon singing. If you are lucky, you can see the colorful auspicious lights on the mountain.

Of course, these are just legends, and no one has been lucky anyway.

There is a town at the foot of Wolong Mountain on the border with Zhulu Province next door, called Guhe Town. It takes nearly three hours to drive from the town to Yong'an City, and it takes nearly three hours to drive to Zhuolu City in the neighboring Zhulu Province.

At the foot of the mountain, Guhe Town is like a paradise. The people in the town work from sunrise to sunset, simple and comfortable.

I don’t know if it’s because there are dragons in Wolong Mountain, so the auspicious BUFF has been set for Guhe Town. Anything that can be grown in this town can have a good harvest—of course, it must be a local crop. If you move the orange tree over, it’s useless to have the BUFF. It must grow into a orange for you.

Ling Muyu got off the minibus, took a look around this bustling town with a suitcase, and followed Bai Ze into a typical northern small courtyard with white bricks and a red roof.

Bai Ze handed him a bunch of keys, walked inside and said: "There is no dormitory in the museum, you can live here. There are three bedrooms in the main room, the master bedroom is for the curator, and the east bedroom is for me. You can live here." It’s okay to sleep on the west side, right?”

Ling Muyu shook his head, he was not picky about where he lived.

"The curator and I usually don't come to live here. You live here alone, and you should pay attention to safety." Bai Ze pointed out the location of the utility room, kitchen, etc. for him, and led him to the west side Lay luggage.

After putting away their luggage, the two came to the yard again. Ling Muyu saw Bai Ze driving an agricultural tricycle from the utility room. The car stopped in front of him, and the people on the car beckoned him to come up.

Ling Muyu sat next to Bai Ze, and the two big men squeezed into the narrow driver's seat of the tricycle, and drove out of the yard chug.

Bai Ze said: "The museum is still a little far from the town, so you can use this car to commute from get off work in the future."

"..." Ling Muyu looked down at the steering wheel of the tricycle, thinking that the C1 certificate should be able to drive this small diesel tricycle, and he should not be considered an unlicensed driver.

While introducing the situation of the museum, Bai Ze took a peek at Ling Muyu, and was very satisfied with his calmness.

As expected of a descendant of a family, he is gentle and courteous, and advances and retreats appropriately. Their Shanhai Museum needs this kind of administrator who remains unchanged before the collapse of Mount Tai.

Thinking of the more than 100 people who had just fucked up and ran away within a day or two of joining the job, Bai Zehin felt heartbroken.

At an altitude of 250 meters on Wolong Mountain, there is a group of buildings with gray walls and mysterious roofs, majestic and majestic. It looks like a palace from a distance. Only when you walk up can you see the magnificent Que Gate, with several huge small seal characters engraved on one side-Shanhai Museum.

Fortunately, Ling Muyu is a graduate of B University majoring in cultural relics and museology, and has specially learned the seal script, otherwise she really wouldn't be able to read it.

It seems that the person who always smiled and called Bai Ze didn't lie to him, there really is a museum here.

But he grew up in Yong'an City, and he had never heard of this Shanhai Museum.

Ling Muyu thought about it, and decided to attribute the reason to her ignorance.

Entering from the Que Gate is a long road like the royal road of ancient palaces. There are countless flowers, plants and trees on both sides, and water flows around the house. Standing on the bridge, Ling Muyu heard Bai Ze say: "These few in front The main hall is all museum exhibition halls, our museum doesn’t have many exhibits, many exhibition halls are vacant, and the curator and... my residence are behind, so don’t go there.”

Ling Muyu has seen quite a few palace-like museums, but building a palace on a remote mountain to open a little-known museum, and I don't know who the curator is. It's really... very thoughtful!

"Going in is the main exhibition hall," Bai Ze greeted Ling Muyu and continued to walk forward, "the museum has never had a suitable administrator, and the exhibits are just sitting...on the ground, you are here, you can plan them carefully and fix them position, don’t run around casually.”

"Running around?" Ling Muyu was puzzled.

Bai Ze choked for a moment, and then said, "It's random release, hey, I speak my hometown dialect, yes, my hometown dialect."

Ling Muyu snorted, as if accepting the statement, and then asked casually, "Where is your hometown?"

Bai Ze choked again, thought for a while, and said, "It should be Qinling."

Should it be Qinling?

Ling Muyu was puzzled, but she didn't ask any more because she had already entered the main exhibition hall.

The main exhibition hall has a clear view, and there are various sizes, heights, and weird shapes... specimens scattered everywhere?Or should it be a statue?

As Bai Ze said, the exhibits are placed very casually, with no nameplates or introductions, and no educational materials around.

No wonder there are no tourists in this museum. It looks like this. Ling Muyu said that if he bought a ticket to enter, he would definitely ask for a refund as soon as he entered.

"Is this the museum exhibit?" Ling Muyu walked to a horse-like exhibit with a white head, red tail, and tiger stripes, about his height. "Lu Shu?" He asked Bai Ze: "These exhibits don't need to be covered up." ?"

"No need." Bai Ze shook his head, "It's not worth much, you can touch it casually."

Ling Muyu: "..."

I have never seen a more casual museum than this.

Since Bai Ze said that he could touch it casually, Ling Muyu followed suit and put his hand on Lu Shu's head.

I don't know how the museum's specimens are made. Lu Shu's hair is made very realistically, smooth and smooth, and feels very good to the touch. Ling Muyu couldn't hold back, and stroked it a few more times.

Bai Ze looked at it with a smile and didn't stop him. When the two continued to walk in to see other exhibits, he turned around and smiled at the Lushu specimen.

The deer and Shu specimens stood still in place, as if even if the sea turned into a mulberry field, it would still stand in place, unshakable by the outside world.

Ling Muyu followed Bai Ze around in the main exhibition hall, and looked at all the exhibits one by one, and put them all in a mess.

"Is our museum exhibiting the monsters in "Shan Hai Jing"?" Ling Muyu asked.

"More than that," Bai Ze said: "The humans who compiled the "Shan Hai Jing" only recorded some monsters. The monsters that humans know or don't know are exhibited in the museum. Also, are they monsters or mythical beasts, no? Monster."

Ling Muyu nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Let's go to the exhibition hall on the east side again." Bai Ze said.

Ling Muyu said hello, and followed Bai Ze to the east exhibition hall.

——"Is this a new human being?"

——"This human being is so powerful, everyone knows us."

——"This human being is better, better than the last one, I like him."

Ling Muyu paused, and looked back at the main exhibition hall with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he didn't follow, Bai Ze walked back to him.

"Did you hear anything?" Ling Muyu looked at Bai Ze and said, "I seem to hear someone talking."

Bai Ze looked innocent and shook his head: "I didn't hear that. There is no one here except you, and you didn't say anything."

"Aren't you human?" Ling Muyu said.

Bai Ze chuckled, and greeted Ling Muyu to the east exhibition hall.

The area of ​​the east exhibition hall is not as large as that of the main exhibition hall, and there are not as many exhibits as there are in the main exhibition hall, but like the main exhibition hall, it is also in a mess.

Relying on the skill of reading ancient books for many years, Ling Muyu identified famous beasts such as Taotie, Phoenix, Nine-Tailed Fox, and Wuwu, and some others were really impossible to identify.

"Have the exhibits been placed around like this all the time?" Ling Muyu couldn't hold back, and asked the doubts in his heart.

Bai Ze nodded without hesitation.

Ling Muyu: "..."

"how?"

Ling Muyu casually patted the gluttonous specimens around him a few times, and sighed: "No wonder the museum is empty, it's not well-known, and it's so casual. Those who know it's an exhibit, but those who don't know it thinks it's a piece of rubbish. There may be tourists coming to visit."

Bai Ze bowed his head and remained silent: What he said made sense, but I was speechless.

"What do you think of my museum?"

A gorgeous voice came, and Ling Muyu looked back, and saw a man in a wide-sleeved robe meandering towards him on the corridor connecting the east exhibition hall and the main exhibition hall. It gives people a sense of slovenliness, and the facial features are exquisite and handsome that cannot be described in words.

Ling Muyu's appearance has been exaggerated since he was a child. He said without any narcissism that until he was 22 years old, he had never seen anyone more beautiful than himself -- no matter male or female.

But that confidence ends today.

"This is the curator." Bai Ze introduced.

The man went up the stairs, walked into the east exhibition hall, and asked Bai Ze, "Is this the new administrator?"

"Yes," Bai Ze nodded hastily, "I reported it to you two days ago."

Ling Muyu put away the astonishment on his face, stretched out his right hand, and greeted politely: "Hi, curator, my name is Ling Muyu."

The man stood in front of Ling Muyu with his hands behind his back, and sized him up carefully. Ling Muyu was extremely uncomfortable seeing him, and he raised his right hand in the air in embarrassment, hesitating whether he should take it back.

Finally, the man raised his hand, slowly grasped the embarrassing right hand, and shook it up and down, "I'm Dan Xiao, just call me the curator."

The curator named Dan Xiao had cold hands. Ling Muyu looked at his face and found that his face was pale, and there was a trace of weakness between his brows, presumably due to his poor health.

Dan Xiao withdrew his hand, put it behind his back again, and said, "What's wrong with the museum you just said?"

"There are too many problems." When it came to his major, Ling Muyu immediately eloquent, from the layout of the exhibition hall to the display of the exhibits to the design of the teaching materials, as well as the establishment of exhibits, marketing and promotion, etc. , He talked for an hour or two as soon as he talked, which made his mouth dry.

Seeing him stop, Bai Ze immediately offered him a cup of tea to quench his thirst.

"Uh, thank you." Ling Muyu took the cup, wondering where he got the tea from Bai Ze, as if he didn't see him leave.

"That's right, my museum is indeed too casual." Dan Xiao said, looking at the gluttonous specimens beside him.

The Taotie specimen stood upright, motionless.

Ling Muyu returned the cup to Bai Ze, looked at the Taotie specimen, and exclaimed, "Why is there water on this Taotie?" He touched the specimen's head, smelled the water in his hand, it was not a blue musk deer, and a A strange smell.

Bai Ze was shocked, and was about to move when he found that Ling Muyu took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, then wiped off the water on the head of the Taotie specimen, folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket inside.

"!!!..." Bai Ze put down his hands, glanced at the curator, bowed his head in silence and gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

A flash of interest flashed in Dan Xiao's eyes, and he walked out with his hands behind his back, letting the two of them follow him, "From then on, I will leave the things in the museum to you. Feel free to ask for anything, but it may not be satisfied."

Ling Muyu: "..."

The three of them looked at all the exhibition halls in front of the museum, and then went around the periphery of the exhibition hall.

There is a large garden behind the exhibition hall, with pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water. Behind the garden is a group of palace-style buildings. According to Bai Ze, that is the residence of the curator.

Standing in a pavilion in the garden, Ling Muyu looked around. This museum can really be used as "five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion; the corridors are back and forth, and the eaves and teeth are pecking; each embraces the terrain and fights each other." to describe.

What kind of strange man is a man who builds a palace and opens a museum in the mountains on the outskirts of the capital?

"Ling Muyu, you can go back to the dormitory to rest now, and you will officially start work at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Bai Ze said with a smile.

Ling Muyu paused, and asked Bai Ze puzzled, "Why don't you introduce other colleagues to me first?"

"Colleagues?" Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and said, "There are no other colleagues."

"No?" Ling Muyu couldn't look the same as the mountain collapsed in front of her.

Bai Ze nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, you are the only one in our museum."

Ling Muyu: "..."

No wonder he was given a graduate salary of 5 yuan a month, but it turned out that he was required to do the work of dozens of people alone!

Damn it!