Story of a Floating Life 3: Seven Nights in the Past and the Future.

After the tree demon proprietress married Aochi, she went to the Sahara desert for her honeymoon. In the ancient "Seven Nights City" where the desert has become a relic, I met six mysterious people dressed in black robes. In order to spend a long night, everyone agreed that a mysterious black man would tell a story every night, and on the seventh night, the owner of the tree demon would tell the last story. Seven stories, wedding dress, hag, bee ghost, A Jing, raw bone, Xiao Gan and Tang * * *, have different meanings, about love, about watching and about commitment. ...

The sumptuous dinner touched me! After a full meal, Black Robe No.1 made himself a cup of coffee, sat in the middle of the tent and suddenly turned to ask me, "Did you just get married?" I nodded. "Are you wearing a wedding dress?" I shook my head: "The day after we decided to get married, we both ran away." "It's a pity. Girls should wear it. " He shrugged and sat up straight. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm talking about a story related to wedding dresses. If there are similarities, it is purely coincidental. " "I am all ears." I burped and lay on the soft cushion to see what kind of story this strange guy could tell. He cleared his throat: "In a museum in a city ..."1"No one can wear this wedding dress, no one ..." Old Qin of the museum office stroked the spotless glass showcase in Hall 3, staring blankly at it and muttering to himself. A bright garnet red, through the solid glass, reflected in his almost turbid eyes. This color is as gentle as water and as brilliant as fire. This is an ancient wedding dress. At the top are 24 pleated skirts, which are neatly inlaid with exquisite round pendants made of colorless glass. The outer cover and plain gauze clothes are quietly covered on hangers made of nanmu. The bright pomegranate red on the skirt and the hazy veil on the cage are like a girl to be married, shyly hiding in the dark, eagerly but carefully peeping at her sweetheart. The bead curtain shook, covering her face, but could not hide two red clouds floating on her cheeks. This is a very beautiful dress, and I believe that any woman who sees it has a sweet desire to wear it. "1977 The wedding dresses of aristocratic women in the Southern Song Dynasty were unearthed at No.2 site in the northern suburb of Wangchuan." On the snow-white instruction board, the black font simply describes its origin. It should be the most valuable treasure in the museum, but it has been wronged for many years because of the words "this is a replica" at the end of the indicator board. Jun Han Xiu, with a feather duster, absently swept the showcase beside him, and his eyes involuntarily turned to the old Qin and the target he was staring at. Today is the seventh day that Han Xiu came to work in the museum. As an ordinary office worker, her work is not heavy, sorting out materials, maintaining exhibits and receiving visitors is just a simple repetition day after day. In fact, as an unpretentious and magnificent museum located in the suburb of a small city, there are few tourists on weekdays. It seems that few residents here are interested in history. They would rather sit in a tea shop and play mahjong than come to the museum to remember the past. The busiest time in the museum is around the National Day, because teachers always come here with a group of students to enrich their after-school knowledge. It is not difficult to imagine that the income in the museum is not abundant. If you only rely on tickets, I am afraid that one day you can't even afford to buy detergent. Fortunately, with the meager funds allocated by the municipal government every year, the museum can be maintained today. Before Jun Han Xiu came here, her position had been changed by many people. Not many young people can stay in this poor place for more than three months. At the beginning, the heroic ambition of contributing to the protection of the glorious history of the motherland was finally defeated at the foot of ruthless reality. At present, there are only five staff members in the whole museum, except the curator and janitor, that is, three people in the office, and even the cleaning staff are hourly workers, in order to save money. The office will soon become two people, and old Qin will soon retire. This week will be his last seven days working for the museum. "Teacher cheng, have all the data in your filing cabinet been cleaned up? Can I help you? " Jun Han Xiu went to the old Qin and remembered the old filing cabinet he had rummaged through. Caught by her, Lao Qin helped the faded glasses on his nose and smiled gratefully: "No, it's almost ready." With that, he turned around and his eyes continued to linger on pomegranate red. Xie Fei, who came two months earlier than Jun Hanhan, told her privately that Lao Qin paid special attention to this fake wedding dress. Many times in the night after the museum closed, she saw Lao Qin standing in front of the showcase in the same posture, muttering to herself. That kind of eyes, spoony people have. Every time I talk about this, Sheffield always laughs last. The other day, when sorting out files, Jun Han Xiu remembered that in the column of "marital status", Lao Qin filled in T? "Single" means never being married or divorced. There is no way to know, and there is no interest in asking about other people's privacy. Besides, she has always been grateful and respectful to Lao Qin. In order to find a job, she was about to be driven out by the landlord of the Philistines. The day before, an employment phone call from Lao Qin saved her from fire and water. On the same day, she arrived at the museum with simple luggage. After hearing her embarrassedly finish her current predicament, Lao Qin gave her a key without saying anything, saying that you should live in the office for the time being. There is a camp bed in the hut. You can make do with it and move out when you find a house. In this era of lack of trust, Jun Han Xiu timidly held the silver key and bowed to Lao Qin to thank him. His heart is full of warmth that he hasn't seen for many days. With a job and a free place to live, Jun Han Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Old Qin Dou taught her all the tasks she was responsible for, whether they were complicated or simple. Not only did she go to work, but she saw that her throat was uncomfortable. Despite the hot weather, Lao Qin went to the pharmacy far away from here to buy medicine, and brought her a thick quilt, saying that the evening hall was cold, and the cover was thicker to avoid catching a cold. Knowing that she was financially nervous, she found a curator and paid her the salary of the month in advance. In the face of an elder and boss who is so kind and careful to himself, Jun Han Xiu would never say anything behind his back. She didn't want him to leave, at least not so soon. "Miss Qin ..." Jun Han Xiu thought for a moment, but he still got up the courage to interrupt the old Qin's gaze at the wedding dress. She wants to know the answers to some questions before he leaves. Old Qin turned his face, the light reflected on his glasses, and two pieces of white light covered his eyes. "Can you tell me the story of this wedding dress?" She asked the most wanted question. There was a long silence. "It's waiting." Old Qin's mouth rose slightly, and his wrinkled face stretched out like a flower in a barren land. Jun Han Xiu has never seen him with such an expression. "Wait? ! "She froze. "What are you waiting for?" Old Qin's palm moved slowly on the glass, and the heat of the palm created a faint white fog on the surface, which passed in an instant. "happiness." P 14- 16