There is a door curtain in the far corner of the hall. Behind the door curtain is a lip-red coffin, which is the treasure of our store. It was said to be the treasure of the store, but no matter how high the price was, grandpa would not sell it. Grandpa will take care of it regularly every month, and it is more precious than me. Grandpa always takes a wooden bucket, which contains special materials. It is transparent anyway, but when painted on the mahogany coffin, the color appears more translucent.
