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Chapter 25 Wandering in the Museum
"Let me declare first."

Originally wanted to sneak away, but Zhao Youzhen's surprised eyes had already cast on him, Han Yi could only raise his hands.

"I really didn't follow you."

This sentence is of course in Chinese.

If English is used, the tourists who come and go can directly subdue him on the spot.

"I know, Han Yi."

The coincidences one after another made Zhao Youzhen couldn't help chuckling.Of course she knew that Han Yi didn't deliberately follow her. In fact, Zhao Youzhen also felt embarrassed by bumping into the same person repeatedly.She did morning exercises for an hour in the gymnasium of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, and took a shower at a slower pace, taking half an hour to finish the shower.

It's not a coincidence that they can run into each other in the Manhattan of New York University even if they deliberately avoid it like this?

What's more, if Han Yi has any further ideas, Masa is his best chance.

"Do you know what this is?"

At this point, it would be impolite not to find something to talk about.In order to allow tourists to have the best experience, the Metropolitan Museum has a very fixed visiting line. The Egyptian Pavilion, the American Pavilion, the Medieval Exhibition Area, the Modern Art Exhibition Area, the Africa/Oceania/America Pavilion, and the Greek and Roman Pavilion. Up to the second floor, it is European Renaissance, Industrial Revolution, Middle East Pavilion and Asia Pavilion.

If the two don't deliberately go in opposite directions, the probability of them meeting is very high, and it can even be said that they will walk side by side.

If you go the opposite route in order to avoid the other party... wouldn't it be more embarrassing?
Therefore, Han Yi also settled down. He is not a person who is afraid of socializing, and the avoidance before was just not wanting to make the other party feel uncomfortable.Since Zhao Youzhen took the initiative to stir up the topic, he would just accompany him to the end.

"I know, the cultural relics of the third middle period, the funeral objects of Princess Nani, were unearthed in Thebes."

Han Yi didn't look at the label, and blurted out a precise overview without any pretense. Every time he came to New York, his favorite thing to do was to spend a whole day in the Metropolitan Museum. Eyeballs come and go just so much.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"You mean its craftsmanship?"

"I mean, from such an early age, human beings feel that they are the center of the universe, that their own death is a terrible thing, and that the whole world should disappear with it."

Han Yi's eyes met Zhao Youzhen's eyes, where he saw an indescribable complex emotion.

Zhao Youzhen's clothes today are very similar to those at Masa last night.Brunello Cuccinelli's white shirt and beige cardigan sweater, outside is a elegant taupe cashmere coat.Her fashion style fits so well with the temperament of the Upper East Side, and no one will doubt her if she is an old money whose ancestors have lived on Park Avenue for four generations.

I have met Zhao Youzhen many times, but every time I see her, Han Yi has to praise her for perfection.The more natural it looks, the more flawless it looks. Compared to the bottle placed behind the two of them, carved on the pottery libation vessel, Berenice II who is watching them silently, Zhao Youzhen is more like a god. The queen that the country should pay homage to.

Such fine and flawless oriental porcelain.

Han Yi was convinced that the artwork in front of him contained more than just a gorgeous shell that could break at the touch of a finger.

"For thousands of years, it has been like this... no progress."

Sighing faintly, Zhao Youzhen walked forward along the moving line.

"Not really. In ancient Egyptian, there is no word similar to 'death'. In their concept of life and death, life is infinite. When the body dies, your soul, or your 'ka', will accept the The trial of Osiris, the god of the underworld, enters the Plain of Jalu. There, everything that disappears with 'death' will come back again, and live a happy life with you."

Han Yi followed Zhao Youzhen's pace and stared at her profile.

"So maybe those who want the world to go away with them are not selfish, but want a better life for everyone."

"Optimist." Hearing Han Yi's narration, Zhao Youzhen looked at him with a smile, but his expression was stubborn and unwilling to agree, "Have you read the Sebet? "A Man and His Soul The Debate Between.

"'Teachings' in the Middle Kingdom?"

"Correct."

"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it." Han Yi replied honestly.

"This man who lived a hard life complained to a part of his soul, his Ba, why he was not allowed to leave early and go directly to Yalu. A grand funeral and prosperity after death is the ultimate destination of human beings."

"And his soul told him that death can't solve all problems. If the body disappears from the mortal world, all your inheritance will disappear, regardless of whether you are rich or poor."

Zhao Youzhen stood still, raised his head slightly, and looked at the Dandur Temple surrounded by a 270-degree semi-circular pool.This is the pharaoh's temple built by Caesar Augustus in Lower Nubia in 10 BC, in order to better rule this piece of land that once belonged to the ancient Egyptian kingdom and was already under the jurisdiction of the Roman Empire.

The history of the Temple of Dandur coincides with Zhao Youzhen's description unexpectedly.

"You see, even the ancient Egyptians, who were most optimistic about 'death,' deeply understood its horror...Pharaohs, queens, and princesses just wanted someone to accompany them through these horrors."

"People who enjoy too much glory and wealth in the world will become soft in their bones."

In the Egyptian Pavilion of the Metropolitan Museum, even the greatest Queen Hatshepsut, her statue has to be lined up with eleven other reassembled statues also unearthed in the funerary temple of Deir Bahri. show together.Only the Temple of Dendur, given to the United States as a gift by the Egyptian government, can have its own independent exhibition room.

This room, numbered Exhibition Hall 131, is extremely spectacular, with a height of nearly three floors, making the [-]-foot-high Temple of Dendur seem very low at first glance.On the west side of the room, there is a completely transparent glass curtain wall. The lush and lush forests of Central Park are reflected on the water surface of the circular pool, showing an emerald-like color.

On the morning of March 3th, New York City was clear and cloudless, the sun had just risen from the east, and the blue sky had not yet reached here directly. The blue sky dyed the exhibition hall with a layer of holy and soft white light.

Zhao Youzhen, who was standing in front of the earthen gate of the temple, even the fine hairs on the tip of his nose were jumping with light spots.

"A very incisive theory."

Hearing what Zhao Youzhen said, Han Yi didn't make any further rebuttals.He is hopelessly optimistic. Even though he experienced many hardships in his previous life, he never gave up his love for life.As for Zhao Youzhen, judging from the words she revealed, she should be a pessimistic soul to the bone.

Debates between people never play a role in changing the minds of others.Disputes between different ideas will only strengthen their inner positions.People who really think that they can convince each other with words need to be improved in terms of intelligence and social experience.

Since his own spirit is strong enough that he doesn't need to refute others to make himself feel good, why bother?In the world, there is no absolute right or wrong, especially this metaphysical thing.

Appreciate the other party's position, but stick to your own ideas, which is the cornerstone of good communication.

This is Han Yi's way of life.

"Are you studying history?"

Han Yi's gentle handling made Zhao Youzhen look at him again.There are no more than two types of young men talking to her. One type agrees with her every thought, hoping to get her favor through the same attitude and position, commonly known as licking.The other type will try their best to put forward negative opinions, hoping to create a fierce confrontation in order to impress you deeply, also known as Gang.

A conversation partner like Han Yi who knows how to advance and retreat, knows how to measure, and has no ambitions is Zhao Youzhen's dream.

She walks down the steps of Dendur’s temple to ask Han-yi her first personal question.

"No, I majored in media and music industry. Double major." Han Yi threw the question back, "What about you?"

"Political Science."

Hearing about the music industry, Zhao Youzhen's peachy eyes widened a little, exuding a bright look.

"What's it like to be in the music industry...?"

"What do you mean?" Han Yi didn't quite understand.

"Learn this major." Zhao Youzhen's tone was filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm, "What does it feel like to be trained as a professional in the music industry?"

"I think it's ... a sense of hope."

Han Yi thought about it seriously and said.

"I'm learning every day how to be Baron Sweddon."

"Baron Sweden?" Zhao Youzhen blinked suspiciously, unable to guess Han Yi's meaning for a while.

"Yes, Dutch diplomat of the Holy Roman Empire. Patron of Mozart, Beethoven, Haydn."

Han Yi explained softly.

"When Mozart was cast aside by the church, it was Baron Sweedon who gave him the space to live and a stage to perform. Beethoven and Haydn also received his sponsorship many times. Baron Sweedon not only for the music he loves Provide bread to the artists, and use my expertise in dealing with them to run for them, fighting for performance opportunities and higher visibility."

"You see, the music industry is such a discipline, learning how to be like Baron Sweddon. Understand art, appreciate art, and spare no effort to promote art. In my opinion, Baron Sweddon, even better than Mozart It is important. Mozart only needs to create freely in his own world, and the one who shields him from the storm outside the door is Sweden who may not have talent and talent."

At this time, the two had already strolled to the center of the American Pavilion, the Charles Engelhard Courtyard.Han Yi raised his arm and pointed to the neoclassical facade of the American branch embedded in the wall on the north side of the courtyard.Once located on Wall Street, this building was put into use in 1825 and is a symbol of the rise of the American financial industry.

"Charles Engelhard didn't design this building, he didn't have a square of cement, a single brick, he piled it up. But he loved the art of architecture enough to be willing to donate a courtyard in the Metropolitan Museum to permanently store these A treasure of human civilization."

"This is the meaning of the music industry in my heart. I don't have creative ability and production skills, but I can use here and here." Han Yi smiled and pointed to his coat inner pocket and his head, "Helping human beings listen The voice that should be in this era.”

"It seems that you love music very much." His eyes softened, and Zhao Youzhen's smile became brighter and more sincere.

"I love all the cultures created by human beings, music, movies, TV, fashion..." Han Yi looked at the beautiful woman who was as tall as himself, and smiled, "Aren't you too?"

"For me, it's mainly music." Zhao Youzhen was completely opened up by Han Yi, she hasn't said so much in a long time, "I like this art form. Movies have many components, but music only has sound. It uses a single-dimensional experience to purify the purest emotions, and I like this kind of cleanliness without any impurities."

"Then why don't you study music?"

"Reason at home." Speaking of this, Zhao Youzhen suddenly switched to Chinese and asked softly, "You should still remember?"

"Remember." Han Yi nodded without hesitation, "The prosecutor's daughter."

"Yes, the prosecutor's daughter." Zhao Youzhen put his hand back into his coat pocket, and sighed, "The prosecutor's daughter must not be deviant."

"Deviating from the scriptures." Han Yi chewed on the idiom thrown by Zhao Youzhen, and it seemed that her Chinese was better than he imagined.

"I'm a little curious, why is your Chinese so good?"

"When I was young, my family was very poor, and I was often bullied at school." In the United States, Zhao Youzhen never mentioned her childhood to outsiders. Of course, no one can communicate with her as deeply as Han Yi for so long. "To comfort me, my grandma would tell me that our surname Zhao is a descendant of the Huaxia royal family. 'Yuzhen, you should raise your head like a princess'."

"Zhao...that's true." Han Yi asked, "So do you have Huaguo blood?"

"I don't know, probably not." Zhao Youzhen shook his head, "I don't really care about this, but most of the Korean surnames can only be traced back to the [-]th century, so there should be some connection. Grandma said that our family It is an offshoot of the Baichuan Zhao family, but I have never seen a family tree."

"Before my father, our family has lived in Jeollabuk-do for more than 100 years. No royal family would live there." Zhao Youzhen smiled self-deprecatingly, "And I don't want to be like those people. I always want to give myself a place. The emperor being an ancestor seems to make his failed life more honorable."

"So, you became interested in Chinese because of your grandma's words?"

"It was like this at the beginning, but I got hooked later on." Zhao Youzhen nodded, "I especially like Chinese poetry, and... many ancient books in our country need to learn Chinese to understand."

"There are really too few that belong to us."

In the Asian Pavilion, there are collections from South Asia and Southeast Asia in turn. The innermost part is an entire Chinese exhibition area, from the pottery pots at the Banshan site in 2650 BC to the silk cheongsam for women in 1932.From a small plate of Yuan Dynasty Jun Kiln porcelain bowls to the "Pharmacy of the Medicine Master Sutra" that can only fit on an entire wall.The Metropolitan Museum even built a Su-style garden for the Chinese exhibition area to better show the elegance of China for thousands of years.

The exhibits on the Korean Peninsula are only a small part of the East Asia Hall, which is not very eye-catching.

"The more I look at it, the more it feels like we've been living in a huge shadow."

Zhao Youzhen stared at the "Smoky Temple Bell Picture" drawn by An Jian in front of him. From the painting technique, the artistic conception of the work to the looming Buddhist temple among the surrounding mountains and rivers, there is no trace of Korean culture.

History can be whitewashed, but it will not lie after all.

"Do I sound like someone who hates his country?"

"On the contrary, I think you love your country very much, I can feel it."

Han Yi took a step forward and stood side by side with Zhao Youzhen.

"I think true love should be the emotion that can't be let go after recognizing its flaws and shortcomings. Those who weave beautiful dreams for themselves just like the refreshingness of looking down on the world. Once they face the most real The filth of it may collapse in less than a second. And you..."

"I think you really love this land."

Han Yi pointed to the ink-stained green peninsula landscape and said.

No matter where you were born, you should love the land under your feet, right?

After all, it is your grandparents who cultivated this world.

This kind of love has nothing to do with history, culture, customs and society, it is purely a person's acceptance and recognition of himself.

A person who wants to discard even his natural skin is destined to be pathetic.

"So it is."

In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, but when Han Yi said it, Zhao Youzhen's expression was still a little more relieved.

"Thank you."

Zhao Youzhen sincerely thanked her. She has traveled to Huaguo many times and talked about her hometown with people from different places.They always like Korean dramas very much, but they all scoff at the so-called history of the peninsula.

Han Yi's neutrality and peace is the attitude she really wants to see.

In the heart of this follower of Chinese culture, the place that has been called the Kingdom of Heaven by the residents of the peninsula since ancient times should live with a group of gentlemen who are as broad-minded as their mountains and rivers, neither narrow nor extreme, and as gentle as spring water.

Han Yi finally fulfilled her fantasy.

"What's there to thank you for?" Han Yi waved his hand indifferently, "I live in USC, and it's impossible to go to the Chinese district every day. I've been living on Korean food for a few years, tofu pot and kimchi soup."

"I invite you?"

Zhao Youzhen bent forward and looked at Han Yi, with a hint of coquettishness in his smile.

"Who comes to New York to eat BCD!"

Han Yi shook his head with a sad face, this child has never had a good meal.

"I'll take you somewhere."

　I personally like the feeling of this chapter, I hope you will too~
　　
　
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