Chapter 128 He ordered himself not to spy on them like a pervert
Qin Tian hasn't been to Tang Zhixu's house for a while. Mainly because Tang Zhixu didn't let her come. Tang Zhixu was very casual in his daily life. The refrigerator was empty, waste paper was scattered all over the floor, and the table was covered with ink. It's not that he couldn't do it, he just didn't want to do it. He felt that a little mess didn't matter and it didn't affect his life. And he was extremely reluctant to hire a nanny, for fear that he would lose his things after they were tidied up. Every time she came, she couldn't stand it and couldn't help but drag him to clean up together. After a few times, he simply didn't let her come, saying that she would sweep his inspiration into the trash bag. She laughed angrily. With such a righteous excuse, he really thought she wanted to be his nanny.
But today, she was surprised. His room was spotless, so clean it looked like its original state. Next to the Chinese-style desk sat a trendy satellite-shaped floor-standing speaker. Instead of the traditional Chinese paintings he excelled at, the walls hung a few quick charcoal sketches. A row of low bookshelves held his collection of model cars.
Qin Tian looked around his home: "What day is today? It's not your birthday."
Tang Zhixu opened the balcony door. He'd bought a top-floor apartment, which came with a large terrace. He'd converted it into a sunroom for his art studio. For a while, Qin Tian had been drinking wine with him here, chatting about work, the strange people and events they'd encountered, and the myriad of eccentric collectibles they'd received.
The setting sun shone through the glass, its golden afterglow slanting across the entire glass house. The pink sky was helplessly suppressed by layers of dark blue.
This is her favorite moment. She recited the lines softly: "Dusk is the time of day when my eyesight is the worst. The streets are filled with beauties. The tall buildings and streets have also changed their usual shapes, like in a movie."
Tang Zhixu used his fingers to comb his hair back.
"Qin Tian, let's go watch it together. A play, a musical, a movie."
Qin Tian smiled and said, "Okay, let's go when we have time."
Tang Zhixu turned and looked her in the face. His hair and eyes were gilded by the setting sun. His voice blended into the magnificent sky.
"There are also art galleries, amusement parks, and islands. We go to friends' weddings together, go to the hospital together when we're sick, and visit relatives together during the New Year. Can we go together?"
The breeze rustles through the yellowing autumn leaves, and birds flit like shadows through the twilight.
Qin Tian saw himself in Tang Zhixu's eyes. Gentle, eternal, glittering—himself.
At the service desk in the hotel lobby, Tong Zhongyuan handed the credit card to the front desk.
"Mr. Tong, are you returning home today?"
He had lived in the hotel for four months, and almost all the receptionists and waiters knew him and would greet him on weekdays.
He smiled and took back the credit card.
"goodbye."
He left the hotel pushing his suitcase.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the building, and the driver helped him take out his luggage. He looked up at the small window, but it was still dark. She wasn't here. Was she really going to come back tomorrow?
He entered the room, unpacked his suitcase, and hung his clothes in the closet. After finishing his luggage and showering, the window across from him was still dark. He felt something was wrong. He had simply wanted to be closer to her, as the closer one gets, the more likely one is to see the moon. He wasn't staring at her window like a pervert, trying to figure out her whereabouts. He drew the curtains and stopped looking at that window.
He Wu's video request flashed on his phone. He didn't like video calls, but if it switched to a voice call, she would nag him again.
"Son, are you outside? Isn't this a hotel?"
"I rented a house and just moved in today."
"It's great. Eating takeout every day is not healthy. Show me around. I want to see what this house looks like."
Tong Zhongyuan resisted the urge to switch to the voice call and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.
"Have you seen the photo I sent you? Is the Yuan blue and white porcelain in the state you saw it in back then?"
"I've seen it. It's about the same. I feel like the damage is even bigger, but it could be an illusion. What do you think now? Do you regret it? You didn't listen to your mother..."
"Mom," Tong Zhongyuan interrupted her, "Why did you refuse back then? Actually, there is a way. Haven't you thought about trying it?"
He Wu looked at his son on the screen and laughed.
"Tong Zhongyuan, who do you resemble in your personality? You won't give up until you reach the Yellow River. I know what method you are talking about. I'm telling you, it's impossible, it can't be done."
"Yeah?"
He walked to the window holding the water glass. This answer was expected. If he could do it, his mother would be able to do it.
"Think about it. First, we now have electronic kilns, and that alone blocks the way. Secondly, the formula of the body and glaze, the kiln tools, the kiln, and even the fuel and the temperature must be made and fired according to the local style of Yuan blue and white porcelain at that time. In addition, the shrinkage rate of each step must be calculated..."
He Wu kept talking, trying to prove to him that this path was a dead end. He knew she knew everything she said, and there was no need to repeat it. He opened the curtains a little to let in some air and stared out the window aimlessly.
A car drove downstairs, and the dazzling headlights turned the lawn white. A familiar figure got out of the car. She waved to the inside of the car and turned to leave. She had just taken a step when she turned around and walked back. She said something to the car window. She stepped back a few steps and stood by the steps. The car began to reverse and stopped in the parking space in the corner. The car door opened, Tang Zhixu got out of the car, walked quickly towards Qin Tian, and leaned over to talk to her. The two walked into the corridor and disappeared. After two or three minutes, a faint room light shone through the small window.
"Even if you did all of this, what you produced would be nothing more than an ordinary Yuan Dynasty porcelain. The Tianmeng General Vase, on the other hand, was a tribute to the emperor. This shows that even in the Yuan Dynasty, it was a rare find, a precious piece that only appeared by chance."
He Wu talked for a long time, but realized that Tong Zhongyuan wasn't listening or looking at the screen. He turned his head and didn't move at all, like a still picture.
"Tong Zhongyuan, did you hear me? What are you doing?"
He certainly didn't hear it, there was another voice in his mind, an inexplicable fragment from a long time ago.
He hugged his knees, eyes open in the water. Silence reigned, the water blocking out the world. It was almost time, so he surfaced for air.
"How's it going, Tony? Do you feel the suffocation?"
He took a deep breath of fresh air.
"Probably," he said.
"No, no, you don't understand. It's the pain of not being able to breathe, the pain of not being able to breathe at all."
His high school classmate Henry tried to share his experience with him. He nearly drowned last week.
"I can't understand that."
What good was there in sharing such an experience? He put on his goggles, pushed off the pool wall, and swam away, cutting through the waves.
How could I have imagined this scene? The silence surrounded by water, the suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe.
He Wu called his name a few times and gave up.
"Forget it, I won't say anything if you don't want to listen. It's getting late where you are, you should go to bed early."
"Isn't it late?" he repeated softly, "What time is it?"
He finally looked at his phone screen and saw the time. It was ten o'clock, so it was getting late.
"I'm going to sleep, hanging up."
Without waiting for his mother to answer, he hung up the video call.
His hands clutched the curtains. He had to close them, he commanded himself. He stopped peeping at them like a pervert; it was ridiculous. He slowly drew the curtains shut. The halo of light from the small window shone stubbornly through the curtains. He paused, unable to look away.
Tang Zhixu emerged from the corridor. The car lights came on, and two beams of light swept from the lawn to the road, stopped, and then sped away.
He loosened his grip, leaving wrinkled creases on the dark blue curtains. The light in the small window was still on, burning continuously.
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