Chapter 126 A petal touched his lips
Tong Zhongyuan returned to the hotel and washed up at four in the morning. He lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep. Yuan blue and white porcelain, can 3D printing help? I'm afraid it can only be done in terms of shape, not the material. What about bone china? Bone china has a unique transparency and a moist reflection. It's different. Yuan blue and white porcelain doesn't have the broken feeling of bone china, but a warm and thick luster. His mind was like a bustling train station, one plan after another came in and one after another left. After an unknown amount of time, the picture began to distort, the Yuan blue and white porcelain gradually deformed, approaching him, sticking to him, the cold texture began to heat up, her glass-like eyes only had him, and her soft lips lowered, like.
When he woke up at noon, he had a quick lunch and went to the Shanghai Museum. The Yuan blue and white porcelain was still in the collection room, and it would remain there until he was sure it could be restored.
He brought his tools and removed a piece of the roughly assembled piece to examine its cross-section. He then spent several hours matching the blue and white pattern. Although it was complex, he was able to depict the pattern in the missing piece. The problem was that he had no matching material.
When he emerged from the collection room, he realized it was already completely dark. A fruitless day. Restoring Yuan blue and white porcelain was more challenging than he'd anticipated. He'd told Ming Yuanxing to give him a few days, but now, after just one day, he knew he couldn't do it. All the methods he'd tried had failed, leaving him with one path no one had ever tried. But that path was impossible to follow.
He slowly walked to the rental house. This was Qin Tian's commute, walking the same path she had walked, seeing the same scenery she had seen. He had thought there would be countless moments like this in the next six months. Now, if he didn't need to restore Yuan blue and white porcelain, what reason would he have to stay at the Shanghai Museum?
He unlocked the door with his key. In the dim living room, the aromatherapy diffuser emitted a soft glow like a night pearl, and delicate white mist curled upward. The fresh and peaceful aroma of holly filled the room.
He stood there for two seconds, then flicked on the light. Two warm, woolen cushions and several large, fluffy throw pillows covered the worn sofa. A thick, looped terry rug covered the old living room tiles. A dark green velvet tablecloth covered the worn dining table, and matching cushions graced the wooden dining chairs. A collection of modern paintings and a marble-patterned wall clock hung on the blank walls. A pair of soft-soled winter slippers lay neatly by the door.
He slipped on his slippers and walked into the master bedroom. The dark blue curtains were half-drawn, and the bedding was already spread on the new mattress. There was a soft goose down comforter, a large dark blue cushion. And then there was the moon lamp hanging in the center of the bedroom, emitting a soft, yellowish glow, like a full moon rising over the desert.
He walked to the window and looked out. The small window that had haunted him was pitch black. He turned back to gaze at the moon. In the faint glow, he saw her move a chair and stand on it. Standing on tiptoe, she tilted her head back, lifted the moon, and hung it up, screwing it in. She jumped down from the chair, ran to the door, and flipped the switch. The light came on. A delighted smile spread across her face. She turned and walked toward the living room, and he followed her there. She laboriously moved the furniture, laid the rug, and reset it. She hammered invisible nails into the wall and hung a picture. She laid out the tablecloth and arranged the cushions. She stuffed all the packaging into an empty cardboard box, dragged it outside, and went into the bathroom. She took a large, soft, white bath towel from the large shopping bag and placed it on the shelf, then hung up a fresh towel. She checked the washing machine and toilet, putting the toilet cleaner and laundry detergent in the closet. After she finished, she went from room to room, closing the windows that let in air, drawing the curtains, and returning to the living room to light the incense burner. She stood in the hallway, taking one last look at every corner she had personally arranged. She turned off the lights, opened the door, slipped off her slippers, put on her own shoes, and gradually disappeared, dragging a cardboard box filled with garbage as tall as herself.
He stood at the entrance, watching her figure fade away. He lowered his head, seeing nothing on the ground. He squatted down and opened the simple shoe cabinet next to him.
A pair of women's slippers of the same style lay quietly.
He picked up the slippers; they were soft and fluffy, like the feathers of a newborn bird. He went into the bedroom and lay down, his goose down quilt scented with sunshine, the desert moon hanging in the sky. He pressed the fluffy slippers against his chest. His chest felt like it was filled with warm spring water, enveloping his beating heart and swaying gently with the waves.
He didn't want to struggle, not even a little bit. He was drowning in her boundless lake, sinking down, sinking endlessly to the bottom.
Song Suiyang sat at the conference table, face to face with Xie Qiongyu. Xie Qiongyu had changed her clothes again, looking more like she was on a fashion show than on a business trip. Song Suiyang was furious. The people at the National Museum were so dishonest, yet they still had the energy to dress up. Strangely, it was already nine o'clock, and Tong Zhongyuan hadn't arrived yet. Tong Zhongyuan was never late. They had agreed to a meeting at nine o'clock, and he was the main character.
Song Suiyang glanced at the time. Five minutes had already passed. Director Ming was chatting with Director Zhou as if nothing had happened. Should she urge him? As she was hesitating, Tong Zhongyuan opened the door and came in.
Tong Zhongyuan hadn't expected to lie down until dawn yesterday. Although Qin Tian had packed the rental house with everything he needed, his clothes and daily necessities were all at the hotel. He had no choice but to send a message to Mingguan and go back to the hotel to wash up and change clothes.
Seeing Tong Zhongyuan arrive, Director Zhou spoke first.
"I discussed the Yuan blue and white porcelain with Director Hua and the National Museum's restoration department yesterday. If Professor Tong is willing to put aside past grudges and continue to help the National Museum repair its artifacts, our museum has decided to take the Yuan blue and white porcelain back and exchange it for another artifact."
Song Suiyang was stunned. He hadn't expected the National Museum to actually back down. Tong Zhongyuan's expression remained unchanged, though he was also a little surprised. The National Museum's proposal was a sign of great sincerity. Restoring national treasures for the National Museum wasn't a bad thing for him. Besides, if he could exchange another artifact, he would have a reason to stay at the Shanghai Museum. However, this proposal was a little premature. Yuan blue and white porcelain was indeed extremely difficult to handle. He couldn't find a breakthrough, but it wasn't time to give up yet. If he was someone who gave up so easily, he wouldn't have come this far. He wouldn't surrender until the very last moment.
Tong Zhongyuan sat upright, looked directly at Director Zhou, and made a request.
"Director Zhou, you're too kind. Can you give me three days to make a decision? I'd like to try Yuan blue and white porcelain."
Ming Yuanxing walked back to his office with a relaxed pace. His heart was finally at ease. He had spoken to Director Hua on the phone yesterday, and the matter had finally reached a mutually satisfactory conclusion. He was also getting to know Xiao Tong better and better, and his appreciation for him grew even greater.
Wang Qiqing had been waiting for him in the office for a while.
"Qi Qing, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I have something to discuss with you."
Ming Yuanxing quickly picked up the teacup from the desk, drank some water to moisten his throat, and sat down opposite him.
"Do you remember that incident where Nanbo almost bought fake bronze artifacts? I received a call from the police this morning."
Wang Qiqing looked at Ming Yuanxing in surprise: "What do you mean?"
"The NMB ultimately pulled back on this matter, but the impact was significant. They wanted to keep the peace, but remembering what happened at Kong Museum, I couldn't just ignore it. I made two trips, and Director Wang finally agreed to jointly file a police report with the Shanghai Museum. After investigating, the police opened a case. This morning, they informed me that there's some progress, but they can't disclose the details at this stage. They need us to provide some more details and data from the time. I was in the US when this happened, so I'm not as familiar with the specifics as you are. So, I'd like you to cooperate with the police investigation."
Wang Qiqing stood up and couldn't help but raise his voice.
"The Shanghai Museum called the police on the NMB! And the NMB ultimately didn't buy anything! With no evidence, what can we offer? The Shanghai Museum is a museum, an institution. It's not a cultural heritage committee, much less an auction house! Why would they get involved in something so harmful that it has no benefits? Huh? I really don't understand. Why?! Ming Museum, what are you thinking? We at the Shanghai Museum have a good reputation and financial support. We have no shortage of hot topics! First it was the Western Zhou chime bells, and now you're calling the police on the NMB. What are you trying to do?"
Ming Yuanxing also stood up and patted his shoulder soothingly.
"I understand, it's normal that you can't understand..."
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