Chapter 25 Don't move, I'll take you out of the rain
"Don't cry."
Wei Chuan was at a loss as to what to do. His three sisters were more ferocious than each other and when they beat him as a child, he was the only one left to cry.
Meng Tang felt so wronged in front of him, but he just told her not to cry.
I had cried in front of him before, but this time I was so scared as if I had seen a ghost.
The torn manuscript showed signs of being crumpled. Wei Chuan tilted his head, trying to see her clearly.
"Did someone damage your manuscript?"
Meng Tang wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and choked up as she said, "The finished product for the competition was slashed with a knife."
Wei Chuanjun's face darkened: "Do you know who it is?"
Meng Tang shook his head: "The hospital is already investigating."
Wei Chuan reached out and helped the man up: "Squatting is not a good idea, get up first, and tell me what happened."
His legs felt a little numb, so Meng Tang, holding the folder, turned left with Wei Chuan and entered the wisteria corridor.
After she calmed down, Wei Chuan asked, "Do you have any doubts about anyone?"
Meng Tang shook his head: "There is a girl in my class who doesn't get along with me, but I don't want to suspect anyone. Let's wait for the result from the hospital."
The crying voice was hoarse and dull. Wei Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at her. The corners of his eyes were red, the tip of his nose was pink, and there was a pool of clear water in his eyes, pure and bright.
"You scared me when you cried just now." Wei Chuan coughed uncomfortably, as if something was blocking his throat.
Meng Tang pursed his lips and said, "The wood carving classes in my freshman year are all theoretical knowledge. I can only use a knife in my sophomore year, but I can do it myself, and the teacher never restricts me."
"My freshman year was busy with classes, so I spent the entire semester carving in my spare time."
I carved it out piece by piece from the rough draft, took a photo and showed it to the old man, who praised it a few words.
But it's just praising the technique, and the artistic conception is a bit vulgar.
She did not find the carving process of a mature and complete work tiring, but rather it was a great pleasure.
This person ignored her hard work and easily destroyed her work, which was no different from cutting her with a knife.
So she was very angry and felt aggrieved.
Wei Chuan's caring words seemed to be the switch for her tears.
"Don't worry, since the hospital has already investigated, they will definitely find the answer." Wei Chuan comforted her, "So what are your plans next?"
"Fix it and then participate in the competition." Meng Tang said.
She now had to go back to the dormitory to put down the manuscript, then go to the exhibition room to pick it up and transfer it to the restoration studio.
Wei Chuan raised his eyebrows: "Can it be repaired?"
Meng Tang said "hmm": "Okay."
"It can be repaired, but it will definitely take a lot of effort." Wei Chuan said, "I came here to ask about the small wood carving, but-"
Meng Tang hurriedly said, "Don't worry, it won't delay your confession."
What he wants is simple and can be made in a few days. If he takes time off, a month is more than enough.
"That's not what I meant." Wei Chuan felt inexplicably uncomfortable after hearing her say that. "The school sports meet and physical test are all connected, and now you have to go to school, so you must be even busier. I'm not in a hurry."
Meng Tang raised his eyes and asked, "Why are you looking for me for this if you are not in a hurry?"
"I—" Wei Chuan choked, "I…I actually came here because of the message you sent last night."
Meng Tang asked: "Is there any problem with the information?"
"Have you learned the three-step layup?" After saying that, he raised his head and flicked the wisteria branches.
Meng Tang said, "Almost."
"So..." Wei Chuan rubbed his hands, "You don't need me anymore?"
"Well, I can't delay your game."
"It won't delay me." Wei Chuan replied immediately, "What can you delay me for?"
"But I've really learned enough. From now on, I just need to practice on my own."
"……All right."
"Do you have anything else to do?" Meng Tang stood up and said, "I still have things to take back to the dormitory, and I have a lot of things to do this afternoon."
Wei Chuan followed him out and asked, "Aren't you going to have dinner together?"
Meng Tang said: "No, there is food in the dormitory, I'll just have a bite."
"you--"
"I'm leaving first."
Wei Chuan withdrew his hand awkwardly.
Meng Tang returned to the dormitory without saying anything. She ate two slices of bread, washed an apple, took a bottle of milk and left.
"Where are you going?" Xie Lingyin shouted after him.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
Xie Lingyin muttered, "Desperate woman."
Before the finished wood carving leaves the showroom, Meng Tang needs to do a comprehensive inspection.
Most of the students' works were stored on temporary shelves. Not long after she finished carving "Blind Monk Listening to the Piano", her teacher sent it to the exhibition room, saying that it would be kept for exhibition or competition.
The showroom has certain protective measures and the ambient temperature is relatively suitable.
When moving it from here to the restoration room, appropriate protective measures must also be taken to prevent secondary damage.
As soon as I arrived at the door, there were three people waiting. They were Meng Tang’s classmates, two boys and one girl.
Meng Tang paused: "Why are you here?"
"The dean asked us to come over and help, and we also want to learn from you."
Meng Tang: "Thank you."
It was indeed difficult for her to move alone.
One of the boys said, "The restoration room is still far away. I borrowed a cart."
Meng Tang said "hmm" and opened the door of the showroom.
She removed the glass cover from the wood carving and looked at it carefully with a 3D digital magnifying glass.
She marked the location, depth and angle of the scratches one by one.
Meng Tang looked back and said, "Could you please help me prepare the acid-free tissues and the fixed foam board? I have to hurry to the restoration room to do the pre-treatment before the restoration, and also to test for chemical residues."
“It’s just a scratch, why do we need to test for chemical residues?”
"A damaged knife might contain some acidic components, such as fingerprint grease. The scratches on the blind monk's folds are from a low-quality carbon steel knife. Iron oxides can cause the wood to turn black in certain areas."
"Meng Tang, you are really amazing."
Meng Tang showed no joy at being praised. He forced his lower lip and said sincerely, "Thank you for your help."
“No, no, we benefited.”
A few of them hurried over and transported the wood carvings before class.
Fortunately, after inspection, there was no serious chemical corrosion.
If she wants to repair it, she has to grade it according to the depth of the scratch and the characteristics of the wood.
The traces vary in depth and the pre-processing methods are also different.
Meng Tang asked for leave for the afternoon class.
She used a soft-bristled brush to gently sweep the scratched surface to remove the dust, then dipped a small amount of anhydrous alcohol into a cotton swab and gently wiped it along the direction of the wood grain, as gently as if she were treating a baby.
He looked so focused that he was completely oblivious to everything else.
From the sun's zenith to its setting in the west, time solidifies into amber.
The phone vibrated several times, but she didn't hear it.
After the treatment, the wood must be allowed to balance in an environment with suitable temperature and humidity for two or three days.
Meng Tang's situation is special, so the restoration room allows her to enter and exit freely, but it must close at nine o'clock in the evening.
It was already half past eight when she came out, and her neck and back were stiff.
The evening breeze was blowing and the sky was gloomy.
Meng Tang looked up and saw dark clouds gathering. Was it going to rain?
After hesitating for two minutes, Meng Tang turned around and walked towards the playground. He would run a few laps and then go back to sleep. He shouldn't be so unlucky.
When he arrived at the playground, there were still many people running at night. Meng Tang felt relieved and ran along the periphery, maintaining his own pace.
After two laps, all the depression was gone.
She followed behind others, panting heavily. Others were running at least two kilometers, and she was too embarrassed to leave the group.
The wind blew through the high-pole lamp, and with a loud "clang", the playground suddenly fell into darkness.
"What happened? The light went out?"
The runners stopped and everyone turned on their cell phone lights.
The wind was blowing hard, and someone said, "Hurry up, it's going to rain."
As soon as he finished speaking, raindrops began to fall.
Meng Tang was stunned for a moment.
"What are you standing there for?" A man came up from behind and grabbed her wrist.
Meng Tang struggled in shock.
"Don't move. I'll take you out of the rain."
The half profile of the face looking back was illuminated by more than a dozen intersecting lights of mobile phones.
It’s Wei Chuan.
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