Chapter 7: C City Museum
Pipi had not once been to the museum of C City, even though she'd lived there since she was small and passed by it every day during her time as a student. She didn't know what kind of style it was. The whole thing was like a coffin, a narrow square in a dead silver-grey color. The newspaper had said that the museum had been renovated several times, and the interior design and facilities were extremely sophisticated, which had made it into the main draw and cultural symbol of C City.
However, when she was young, Pipi's parents would rather take her to the park than the museum. In order to scare her, they'd said that the museum contained nothing but old coffins. Later on they'd confessed that the really didn't want to go because of the toilets there. The gleaming toilets that one had to sit on to use were something that her parents were not used to at all.
They had not been wrong.
C City museum was intensely proud of their pieces, archeology and ancient mummies, not to mention their bronze and jade artifacts.
The day had already turned dark. Light snow fell noiselessly, stealthily sprinkling onto the ground. Pipi got out of the car and resolutely wound a scarf around her neck. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was 8pm. Fen Xinhua, the security guard she'd spoken to before, was waiting at the entrance for her. Passing through the door, she was hit by the central heating and, glancing at the nearby thermometer, saw that it was 26 degrees. She immediately felt hot and hurriedly removed her scarf and coat.
It was unknown whether it was to generate income or to invigorate local culture, but the museum had opened a lot of classes in the evening: art classes, pottery classes, calligraphy classes, recitation classes, Go classes, and so on, for every level. Children traipsed in and out from another door, laughing and joking with the other people who were coming and going as their parents waited to one side. It was all very lively.
Through another door was the administrative, reserved area of the museum. The long corridor leading to it was quiet, and yellow lights were reflected off the bright floor along with quiet echoes. On their way, Feng Xinhua explained:
"We are heading to the library area of the museum. I'm a security guard. I hope that I can trust someone like you not to touch the things in the museum." He pointed to a Buddha statue placed at the side of the walkway and said, "Don't even look at it. It's not even been put in the exhibition hall. It's from the Song dynasty."
It was a broken bust, and its nose was missing. It had been placed on a red mahogany pedestal, as though it had experienced a great vicissitude.
"It's thought that in those days, the red guard did many bad things," Feng said.
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