No matter how beautiful the porcelain is, it will always lack that vividness.

Zhang Moyan stared blankly, and was still in a trance until Xiao Xingyu walked in front of her.

"Teacher Xiao, you're back."

"Sorry, I have to send someone to the airport at short notice," Xiao Xingyu checked his watch and exhaled, "I'm driving pretty fast, am I?"

Zhang Moyan suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. It was so strange, a little distressed, but also a little happy. It was so weird!

I understand feeling distressed, but why should I be happy? It seems like there's no need to gloat over this kind of thing. I don't know what there is to be happy about.

While she was daydreaming, Xiao Xingyu asked her, "What do you think after looking around? Do you like celadon?"

His eyes seemed to be filled with stars, so earnest that no one could say "I don't like it".

Of course, it was impossible for Zhang Moyan to say that she didn’t like it. No one would dislike the art that humans have given to fire and earth.

"Of course I like it," Zhang Moyan answered affirmatively, "especially the collections in this hall. It's said that the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty advocated elegance and simplicity, and were a thousand years ahead of the world. I didn't feel that before, but when I was here, seeing these porcelains with simple and elegant shapes and exquisite craftsmanship, I was naturally impressed by this profound and elegant beauty. It's really amazing. No wonder Song Dynasty celadon has been imitated by famous kilns in subsequent generations, because this blue color, whether it is thick or thin, is really beautiful!"

Xiao Xingyu's lips curled up in satisfaction. He looked into her eyes and said slowly, "It's said in Erya that 'Spring is the blue sun, which means the birth of all things.' Blue is a symbol of all things in nature and the color of life. Therefore, blue is more beautiful than any other color."

Wow, Xiao Xingyu's eyes were so electric that Zhang Moyan felt like she was almost paralyzed just by looking at him.

She calmly turned her head towards the pomegranate vase in front of her. The tingling sensation had barely subsided by 1% when his voice, as clear and melodious as a professional tour guide's, rang out again in her ears: "Look, it's called a Northern Song Dynasty Bean Green Glaze Weeping Leaf Pomegranate Vase. From its name, you can see the naming pattern of ancient porcelain: dynasty name + glaze type + decorative pattern + shape name."

Zhang Moyan was drawn to this summary and immediately compared it with the nameplate under the pomegranate vase in front of her, repeating with great interest: "Dynasty... Song, Glaze Type... Bean Green Glaze, Pattern Name... Weeping Leaves, Shape Name... Pomegranate Vase. Wow! It really is like this, so clever!"

Xiao Xingyu smiled and nodded at a nearby exhibit: "Let's go over there and check it out!"

"Hmm!" Zhang Moyan moved to the side with great interest and bent down to check the name below the flower-mouthed plate: "Southern Song Dynasty Yingqing Glaze Carved Flower-mouthed Plate..." She looked back at him with great interest: "That's right, I didn't expect I learned such a powerful trick today!"

"Then do you want to learn something more powerful?"

Zhang Moyan stood up and looked at him expectantly: "Think about it, what should I learn?"

Then Xiao Xingyu took her out of the exhibition hall and went to the pottery room on the first floor.

It was a studio specifically designed for visitors to experience celadon production, with dedicated staff providing instruction. Zhang Moyan eagerly followed a handsome young man as he sat in front of a pottery machine, placing a piece of dough-like clay on top. They planned to make an entry-level porcelain bowl.

Following the handsome guy's demonstration, Zhang Moyan used both hands to continuously beat the mud ball at a 45-degree angle at an extremely slow speed until the mud ball was beaten into a cone shape.

Then start holding the clay, supporting your elbows on your thighs, estimate the center position of the clay embryo, steady your hands and lift the embryo up at a constant speed.

After holding the embryo in the right position many times, determine a center point at the top of the clay body, use the strength of your thumb to press down and separate it at a constant speed, gradually put one hand inside and the other hand outside, and coordinate both hands to squeeze the clay inside and outside, keeping a constant gesture to lift it up.

This is rolling the dough. When I saw Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao doing it before, I thought it was as easy as cutting vegetables. Now that it’s my turn to try, I realize that it is an impossible task!

Lifting it up at a constant speed is difficult enough, and the thickness of the clay must be controlled. Finally, the rim must be trimmed. The handsome guy explained that porcelain shrinks during the firing process, so the rim width should be slightly larger than the actual width...

God, she couldn't even feel the width of anything, could she? Her hands were useless.

In the end, her embryo was as terrible as expected. Even though the handsome guy came to rescue her personally, he was unable to make any difference.

Xiao Xingyu, who was leaning against the side with his hands, could hardly stop laughing. Zhang Moyan sat in front of the embryo, which she couldn't even look at, and sighed in frustration, "It's too crooked. I can't straighten it no matter what I do. And it's ugly too."

The handsome guy next to him also stood up and said he was helpless.

Xiao Xingyu smiled, pulled a stool over and sat down next to Zhang Moyan, comforting her, "What's wrong with it being crooked? Isn't the Leaning Tower of Pisa also a World Heritage Site?"

As he said this, he took off his suit and threw it aside, rolled up his shirt sleeves, wet his hands with water, turned on the embryo pulling machine to high speed, and placed the embryo on it.

He simply held his hands steady and gently pushed the embryo column, also with one hand inside and the other outside. In less than a minute, he straightened a crooked bowl embryo right under people's eyes.

Finally, he skillfully clamped the bottom of the embryo with his index and middle fingers separated, gently turned the embryo pulling machine, and removed the embryo.

The whole process takes a very short time and is as natural as flowing water, which can be called a breathtaking visual enjoyment.

Looking at this bowl again, I'm at a loss for words to praise it! The beauty of a piece of porcelain lies entirely in the shaping of its lines. The difference between a master craftsman and an ordinary craftsman lies in their grasp of streamlines. The curvature of the shape directly affects the aesthetic eye. Many famous porcelain pieces are difficult to imitate in later generations because they can't replicate the curves and angles of the famous pieces.

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