They stayed in Lushan for a few days and returned to Taizhou.

Private museums are closed, and staff are busy taking inventory of antiquities. This batch of exhibits will be divided into three parts, one will be donated to the local government, the other will be kept in private museums for free exhibition, and the other will be transported back to the Shen family in Macau.

At the same time as the inventory, the private museum will also be open to local college students, primary and secondary school students for a week free of charge. At the end of the week, only staff and invited students will be able to enter and leave the museum.

Zhaozhao returned from Lushan and was busy with work for a few days. He was told by Shen Ce that the exhibits would be removed and packed tonight.

She stepped on the last day and went to the museum. Shen Ce had a meeting and couldn't get out of it. She rented an explainer at the door, hung it around her neck, and followed a group of college students in.

The team leader of the commentary knew her, and when he saw the "Boss Lady" coming, he smiled and waved to her. Zhaozhao made a gesture of silence, pointing to the students in the exhibition hall, so that they would not have to worry about themselves and go to entertain the guests.

Shen Ce has no bossiness at all, while Zhaozhao is a boss lady who likes to hide.

The commentary team leader didn't bother much, and let her wander alone.

In an exhibition area, a dozen students have just left, leaving Zhaozhao himself.

Standing in front of a sacrificial jade, she was attracted by the animal face totem on it, and started a self-help explanation by comparing the names of the exhibits.

"This is a jade cong used for sacrifice, with a white tiger beast face on it, from the Liangzhu cultural site."

The ancient city of Liangzhu has a very nice name.

"The ruins of the ancient city of Liangzhu are in present-day Zhejiang Province, 5300-4300 years ago. The discovery of the ruins here is also one of the evidences of China's five thousand years of history."

She has a great fondness for the cities in the south of the Yangtze River and listens carefully.

"A tiger is white, its body is like snow, and its roar is prosperous. Five thousand years ago, the white tiger was an auspicious omen and the god of war. This jade was a ritual vessel used by people for sacrifice at that time, which proves that at that time, the white tiger was already a In people’s hearts, there is a divine beast that guards the Quartet.”

The next group of students lined up to enter the exhibition area. Zhaozhao gave the children the best viewing spot and left the showcase.

An hour later, Shen Ce found the "boss lady" in the corner of the rest area.

The rest area was decorated with floor-to-ceiling glass walls. She was blowing the air conditioner. Among the large, middle and primary school students in the rest area, she occupied a round stool by the window, facing the window, and drinks were placed on the long wooden table.

He went around a few round tables, put his hands on either side of her, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you come to the office to find me?"

"I just came out for ten minutes," she shook the drink cup in her hand, "it's very troublesome to be watched by your subordinates when I go up."

The place was full, he had no stool to sit on, his arms rested on the wooden platform, and he stood by to accompany her: "Did you see something you like?"

"There are many Buddha statues that I have never heard of. It turns out that the statues enshrined in different dynasties are different."

He knew everything in the pavilion like the back of his hand: "The statue of Sakyamuni and the half-scabbed thinking statue displayed here are not seen in the temple. They are all collections."

"There are also tiger-faced artifacts."

"The cultural relics here belong to the river basin, and there are also bronze wares from the Yin and Shang Dynasties in the Yellow River basin," he said. "This totem symbolizes the power of the army and the military family. It is not only used for sacrifices, but is often seen on military flags and military talismans."

After the donation was completed, the Shen family ancestor worship came to a successful conclusion.

On the night of parting, it was customary for Duke Shen to have the courtyard cleaned up for the younger generation to gather.

Lanterns in the courtyard were hung, and lamps floated on the water surface of the pond, illuminating the courtyard. The young people and children who gathered here ten years ago have grown up, and many of their descendants have had the most fun.

"Tomorrow is the end of the game," she said softly, looking at the children in the yard playing with marquee lanterns, and the boys and girls who learned to play Pai Gow under the guidance of their cousins. "In ten years, what will it be like?"

"Maybe they have changed, us?" he said. "It's the same."

Shen Jiaheng sat on the stone bench beside the stone table and pointed to Shen Ce: "If people from Macau want to take the most beautiful girl from Taizhou, they must at least be able to convince the public."

Shen Jiaming shook his head and sighed, without mixing in the excitement, he called for a few more pots of Yelai Incense to repel mosquitoes.

Shen Jiaheng pulled Zhaozhao's wrist and pulled him to his side: "We won, we won't care about the hardship you made Zhaozhao suffer."

"What about losing?" someone asked.

"Losing?" Shen Jiaheng thought, "If you lose, then—"

"I won't lose," he cut off Shen Jiaheng's words, "I've never lost."

A word that stirs up people's fighting spirit. The older ones roared and the younger ones joined in the fun. They gathered around, three floors inside and three floors outside, and gathered a few men who were going to take advantage of the fire and embarrass Shen Ce. Shen Ce didn't shirk, and sat down calmly.

Shen Jiaheng asked people to bring chips and distribute them among the four at the table, with Shen Ce sitting in the village, one-on-three.

He stretched out his hand to Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao understood, and handed him a dice that belonged to him, plus Shen Ce's own, made a pair, and threw them into the dice cup. He held the dice cup in both hands and shook it up and down. The crisp impact sound had a kind of magic power, the magic power that made everyone quiet down... Half an hour later, ninety percent of the chips came to Shen Ce.

"Would you like to shake it for me?" Shen Ce looked at Zhaozhao.

Shen Ce asked her to sit on his stone bench. He stood behind her, leaned over, and put the dice cup in her hand: "Win or lose in one round."

Before he finished speaking, he pushed all the chips into the stone table, which was a desperate gamble.

Zhao Zhao was ignited by him to be competitive, took a deep breath, clenched the dice cup, and shook it up and down. She was about to open when Shen Ce held down the dice cup with one hand: "I'll add another chip."

Quiet for a moment.

He said, "We won this game, and we get married."

She surrounded the dice cup with both hands, and the people in the yard, the shadows of trees, the shadows of lamps, were all set on fire. The black shadow burned into a fire in the courtyard... In this fire, many people were talking far and near.

She couldn't hear what they were saying. All the ears catch are subtle sounds that are impossible to be noticed: the dice hits the wall because the dice cup is tilted; the flower pot of Ye Lai is placed on the floor of the corridor; the flint of the lighter hits; the friction of the rotating shaft in the marquee Voice……

The moonlight was hot and burning, burning her back.

If the previous cousins ​​were still dissatisfied and critical of Shen Ce, they would all be relieved when Zhao Zhao's eyes turned red. This pair is deeply in love, no one can understand.

Shen Ce motioned with her eyes and asked her to open the dice cup.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, she slowly opened the dice cup. The two dice lying in the cup turned into a pair of sixes.

...

"Wait—" Shen Jiaheng wanted to check the dice.

In a flash before everyone's eyes, the dice were snatched by Zhaozhao. She held two dice and said with a slight nasal voice, "I am willing to admit defeat."

"It's not that we are willing to admit defeat," Shen Jiaming asked Zhaozhao with a smile, "it's Zhaozhao, do you really want to admit defeat tonight?"

She held the dice and said nothing.

Shen Jiaming was the only one who saw that the dice was cheating except for her. While admiring Shen Ce for setting a good game, as his elder brother, he asked Zhaozhao cautiously, "If you don't want to agree, shake your head, and elder brother will help you drive him out. If you want to marry—" He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Ce, "I will buy a dowry for you, and I will not let you lose to anyone in Macau."

She pursed her lips and suddenly got up: "It's too late, let's have a rest early, there are many people who have to leave in the early morning to catch a plane, and still don't go to sleep?" She squeezed her fingers tightly and clenched his wrist, "Let's go home."

Shen Jiaming smiled: "Understood, my brother will do it."

The two cousins ​​exchanged glances. She thanked her cousin for not exposing it, and her cousin told her: The man you liked is very virtuous. If you suffer in the future, remember to come back and cry. There are a group of older brothers to back them up.

Shen Ce didn't take any chips, won one night, and returned all the chips.

People outside the hospital still don't know how lively it is.

They walked from the corridor under the blue tile to the front hall. The first guests who came in to visit were chatting in twos and threes. Some people recognized her and Shen Ce, and it was too late to greet and chat. She hurriedly walked to the small bamboo forest where she entered first, turned around, and spread her palms.

A pair of jasper dice, with six on each side, lay in the palm of their hand, apparently specially made.

He lowered his head and smiled, and she complained in a low voice, "You are a deceitful person, and you haven't noticed it in the past."

The two looked at each other, and she saw from his eyes that the bamboo leaves were intertwined, and the moon shadows were whirling.

"Choose your wedding day carefully," he smiled, "The two parents valued these things too rashly, for fear that they would be unhappy."

She nodded, waiting for his next words. How to choose, how to choose, looking for a Feng Shui master?

"It's better than this," he mused a little. "You go back and roll the dice. When you roll a double six, we'll get married. That's the safest way."

She was startled, doesn't this mean "any time"?

When she thought about it, Shen Ce laughed early and hugged her.

The kitchen was brightly lit that night. Standing beside the stove, Shen Ce held the steaming bowl of steamed pork that was out of the pot soon, and picked a small piece of meat with the tip of his chopsticks to taste it. There are a lot of failures thrown around.

The mother-in-law smiled and asked behind him, "Hungry?"

He shook his head: "The lard is not well refined, and it doesn't taste right."

The last step of steaming pork is to mix it with lard and pour it with fermented bean sauce after it comes out of the pot. In this way, the taste is enough. In ancient times, when ordinary people refined lard, they would marinate the lard into wax oil like marinating bacon, and use it when eating. He made steamed pork on her birthday, and asked relatives for lard. He had never made it himself and had no experience.

The mother-in-law nudged him aside, opened the storage freezer, and took out today's practice from it. She watched Shen Ce grow up, and knew his words, deeds and temperament like the back of her hand. Seeing that he had tried oil refining twice, she knew his intentions and was ready.

One old and one young, busy for a while, to complete the steamed pork.

Shen Ce tried it at the dining table, and her mother-in-law turned off most of the lights, leaving two wall lamps. My mother-in-law didn't talk much, she sat face to face with him, accompanied him and watched him eat. The heat of the steamed rice and meat passed through the ceramic bowl, scalding his palms and finger pads. Like when he was young, he was hungry in the middle of the night, and his mother-in-law often cooked late-night snacks for him and accompany him to eat until there was no leftover.

"Getting married?" The mother-in-law asked softly.

"Yeah." He ate slowly and nodded.

"You've been like this since you were a child. You don't like to talk when you're too happy. You do one thing over and over again," the mother-in-law asked with a smile. "Today too?"

He is accustomed to suppressing his nature, quitting his emotions, and acting cautiously... The feelings that cannot be expressed have been suppressed for too long, and he has long forgotten how to express them. In the eyes of his mother-in-law, he was like a teenager who was "over-concerned" by his elders. He couldn't escape, he just laughed.