For most it was just a normal Monday afternoon with high temperatures and no rain for over a week. A row of black Audis was parked at the entrance of the school auditorium. From a long distance, a red banner was drawn at the entrance of the building: "Warmly welcome Professor Chen XX, an appraisal researcher of the Palace Museum, to hold a lecture on cultural relics appraisal in our school."
The auditorium was newly built in the past two years. The foyer is very grand, with a light blue dome and walls. The entire wall near the gate is made of glass. From the outside, you can see the crowds of people queuing up in the hall. Different from the usual wide-ranging style, the overall layout of the foyer is very old-fashioned. There are two big vases with double ears imitating the maids in the Ming Dynasty appreciating spring peaches at the door. The promotional posters are framed with wooden carved window lattices. I thought I was in an antique shop.
The air conditioner in the hall was turned on too high, Lin Yan rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and stood in the queue to pass the time staring at the posters.
No matter how you look at it, the professor on the poster looks like an unopened folder, and even the reflection on the glasses is like the transparent plastic wrapping paper of the folder. Lin Yan was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized why he You will feel that his face is familiar. This person is the editor-in-chief of "Research on the History of Clothing in the Ming Dynasty". You can see his headshot when you open the first page of the textbook. It is said that he is quite famous in both professional research and folk antique auctions. He seemed to have seen him on a treasure appraisal show. Lin Yan recalled that he hadn't met him during his internship, probably because he was too irrelevant.
Then again, how could someone name him to participate in that Ming tomb excavation
"There are still 20 minutes before the entrance time. Please be patient and wait in line. Our staff will provide you with an event introduction brochure and free drinks." A sweet female voice came from the hall broadcast. Not far in front of Lin Yan, a tall boy who had been playing PSP with his head down, turned his head and smiled lewdly, and said to the people behind him, "Niu's voice is so sweet."
The strange thing is that this person is wearing a Lanshan-style modified Hanfu, which is tailored close to the body, but the sleeves are wide, which looks very weird with his pimples on his face and the PSP in his hand. Lin Yan glanced around along the line, and was surprised to find that not only the PSP man was dressed like this, but many people could find ancient elements on them. One girl even had her hair up, and her black sandalwood crested steps were swaying on her temples.
Lin Yan looked out of the glass wall out of boredom, and a familiar figure in a blue cloth robe came into his eyes.
It was the little Taoist, squatting by the flower bed not far away, holding a ham sausage in his hand, feeding a lazy big yellow cat. The big snail of identity.
The little Taoist looked up and saw Lin Yan who was waving at him. He hurriedly threw the ham sausage to the yellow cat, and ran into the hall with his schoolbag on his back. Lin Yan withdrew from a position, and the chill around him moved, as if he was a little reluctant.
"At least Ayan is a living person. You don't know how long you have been dead." Lin Yan couldn't help muttering. When I called Ayan to ask about sending ghosts, his reaction was so-so.
"Come here and wait here." Lin Yan greeted the little Taoist priest who had just entered the hall, "I can't even eat well, so I bought ham sausage to feed it." A Yan was still holding half of the red plastic sausage casing, and she frowned. Her face turned red, and she looked at Lin Yan with bright eyes.
A cold hand pinched his arm and pulled him away from the little Taoist priest. Lin Yan, who was already suffering from the cold from the air conditioner, frowned and pushed Xiao Yu's hand away.
The chill leaned towards him, and suddenly trembled slightly. Lin Yan thought he was angry, but when he looked up, he saw a group of students dressed in ancient costumes coming out of the golden gate of the auditorium, unlike the audience wearing improved Hanfu , These dozen or so people were dressed in formal Ming Dynasty clothes and crowns. Boys wore straight blue or white cloth skirts with soapy edges and silk square scarves on their heads; Women in short shirts and Yuehua skirts are dressed lightly, and some are dressed in red clothes and long sleeves as dignified ladies. They each carry plates with small disposable paper cups in them, which are staff who come to distribute drinks.
Something was wrong with Xiao Yu, his whole body was shaking against Lin Yan, Lin Yan was startled, he tried to move his lips and asked him in a low voice, "Did you remember something?" Xiao Yu didn't answer, but Lin Yan suddenly remembered The ghost image he saw on the computer screen for the first time, he was not wearing a tall hat at all, it was a scholar's square scarf.
"I'll be the leader, and you'll be the last." A clear voice came, and Lin Yan was stunned for a moment. A familiar figure stood in the staff line. Shui Tianyi, handing out black tea while turning around to chat and laugh with acquaintances, no matter how he changed his style, Lin Yan would never admit that it was Weiwei.
Lin Yan wanted to lower his head and pretend he didn't see him, but Weiwei had obviously noticed him. After a pause for a second, Lin Yan yelled and walked straight over with the tray. The colors of paddy field fabrics are intertwined with each other, showing that the makeup on her face is light, and there is a small Hetian seed on her neck, half stiff and half fleshy, which has a natural taste.
"Long time no see, you came here alone?" Weiwei smiled and handed the paper cup containing black tea to Lin Yan, "Come with us?"
A straightforward person like Weiwei seldom takes embarrassment to heart. Lin Yan can't. He always feels that his past lovers can't be friends. Since the breakup, he tries to avoid any occasions where Weiwei is around, whether it's class reunions, birthdays, etc. I still travel with a companion, of course there are times when I can't avoid it, such as now. Lin Yan raised his head reluctantly, smiling very hard.
"No, no, I came with Ayan." Lin Yan's face was burning, and he hurriedly pulled the little Taoist priest to cover up.
Probably because the reputation of the little Taoist priest is too weird, Wei Wei looked at A Yan in surprise, but quickly adjusted her expression, took a cup of black tea from the plate and handed it to A Yan, and gave Lin Yan two hardcover brochures, He chatted: "This is the biggest activity of our club this semester. I have been busy preparing for more than two months, and I am so tired that I lost several hairs."
"Very good." Lin Yan's answer was a bit awkward.
"I hope you like it." She said with a smile.
A team of staff rushed forward while calling her name, and when they saw Weiwei and Lin Yan standing face to face without speaking, they started booing: "Hey, which young man can't walk?" The scholar looked up and down. Lin Yan shifted his gaze from the well-textured plaid shirt to the CK label on the jeans, and said in a neutral tone, "The quality is good, and he's a handsome young man."
Weiwei was not angry, she turned her head and said calmly: "What kind of eyes? This is the one who almost married me. No matter how good the quality is, it will be from another family." Scholar's uniform looked sad, and patted Lin Yan on the shoulder, "So it's you, I don't cherish the blessing, but unfortunately we can't catch up if we want to." The words were addressed to Lin Yan, but his eyes kept looking at Wei. Wei.
Lin Yan smiled, and said lightly: "If you want to chase after me, I will teach you, one hundred yuan per class, you can see whether it is useful or not by looking at my current state."
There was another burst of laughter, Weiwei was a little embarrassed, glared at the scholar's uniform, turned her face to Lin Yan and said sternly: "Don't talk to them, there is no correct word, by the way, you two don't line up here, the front There are a few rows of seats reserved for the staff, we all have to be on duty at the door and can’t get in, it’s a pity that it’s empty, and it’s not good to take pictures, you go and sit.” He said and took out two brochures from the bottom of the tray The blue seat ticket is similar to the one in Lin Yan's hand, except that there is a small yellow VIP sign on the upper right corner.
Lin Yan instinctively wanted to refuse, but he was shaken when he heard Weiwei said that there would be a question-and-answer session in the lecture, and he would sit in the front row and have the opportunity to communicate directly with the professor. He hesitated holding the brochure and said yes.
"But..." Lin Yan thought for a while, "I need three seats, is that okay?"
Weiwei glanced keenly at the girl behind Lin Yan, Lin Yan shook his head with an unnatural expression: "No, my friend hasn't come over yet."
Weiwei asked the girl next to her for a ticket, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "Lin Yan, you now..."
A large group of well-dressed girls came from behind, and when the leader saw Weiwei, he was pleasantly surprised and pulled her to show where there was a handsome guy in the team. Weiwei glanced at Lin Yan helplessly, and when she was about to say something else, Lin Yan suddenly interrupted her: "I'll leave if it's okay, my friend is still waiting for me."
A group of people surrounded Weiwei and continued to deliver drinks. She is a social person, and she is always surrounded by people no matter where she goes. This is completely opposite to him. Instead, he felt more comfortable being alone. Lin Yan handed the three VIP seat tickets to the little Taoist priest, and the two walked along the red carpet to the staff aisle together.
The backstage corridor is completely different from the front hall. The Western-style decoration is resplendent and gold-plated. Flowers float on the wall. After a long time, they look like they are about to jump straight into people's faces. Lin Yan scratched the wallpaper with one finger, and he couldn't tell what it was like , a little embarrassed, a little nostalgic and sad, I don't know what expression to put on my face, and I don't know where to put my hands and feet.
His life shouldn't have been like this. Lin Yan looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, thinking that perhaps the world had split into two parts when he and Weiwei said goodbye half a year ago. In the normal world, he and Weiwei were like gold Tong Yunu stood at the door to welcome the guests, but here, he walked down the corridor in a trance, and fell into the abyss behind the main entrance of the lecture hall, falling endlessly towards the boundary.
Cold fingers touched the back of his hand, and then tightened their grip on his wrist. Sliding his thumb into the palm of his hand, he opened the clenched fist and squeezed it lightly. Lin Yan stopped and sighed, and moved his fingers along, holding Xiao Yu's hand as if it was most natural. It was cold, hard and slender, just like holding a piece of porcelain. Xiao Yu turned around and wrapped Lin Yan's right hand in his palm. For some reason, Lin Yan suddenly felt calm. He thought that it would be good for someone to accompany him through the most embarrassing moment. It has been dead for nearly five hundred years.