Zhang Moyan was pulled to the backyard by Xiao Xingyu. When he opened a door, he found a porcelain art studio inside.
The equipment for making porcelain is all available, including beaters, mold making machines, clay kneading machines, and embryo throwing machines. There is a gas kiln against the wall with a blazing fire in the kiln.
In the middle of the room sat a long, somewhat cluttered workbench. Lumps of clay, large and small, lathe tools, calipers, scrapers, pencils, carving knives, pliers, and a pile of bottles and cans of alcohol, mold release, and the like were spread out.
Zhang Moyan understood everything immediately: "So, Jiang Dazhu wants you to make porcelain for him here!"
"What else, what do you think it is?" Xiao Xingyu asked curiously.
Zhang Moyan didn't dare to look him in the eye. She smiled a little foolishly and handed him the bag in her hand: "By the way, Teacher Xiao, these are the clothes you wanted."
Xiao Xingyu took the bag, looked inside, and praised: "You brought everything, thank you! But you took the wrong underwear. I don't wear boxer shorts anymore."
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but look at him and changed the prepared "You're welcome" to "Oh".
"Because boxers mean too weak in Japanese."
"……oh."
Zhang Moyan didn't know what "oh" meant, and her face felt a little hot, but looking at Xiao Xingyu, his expression and tone were not at all restrained, it was really just common sense.
Xiao Xingyu put the cloth bag on the sofa beside him, told Zhang Moyan to do as she pleased, and sat down at the workbench. He picked up a chisel and started carving a fist-sized piece of clay.
He wasn't wearing any work clothes or an apron, still wearing the same designer outfit from yesterday, so the whole picture looked like a professional model posing for a photo.
The look of ease and familiarity is very vivid, and the expression of devotion is very charming.
"Why haven't I seen the finished product? What Jiang Dazhu wants is also difficult to make, right?" Zhang Moyan walked around the room and asked in confusion.
Xiao Xingyu kept working and said lazily, "You can't look at it."
Zhang Moyan turned her head, her curiosity piqued by this sentence. She walked over and sat down opposite Xiao Xingyu: "Why can't you show it to me?"
Xiao Xingyu raised his eyes and glanced at her: "It's not that I won't let you see it, it's that you can't see it."
Zhang Moyan's curiosity grew. "I really want to see Teacher Xiao's work. I've only seen you make blanks at Mr. Xiao's place before, but I haven't seen your complete creations. Teacher Xiao's craftsmanship must be exceptional, otherwise Jiang Dazhu wouldn't have kept you here."
Xiao Xingyu put down the work in his hands and stared at her for a while: "Do you really want to see it?"
"Yeah, I want to see it."
“You might be disappointed after watching it!”
"..." Zhang Moyan, "That shouldn't be possible..."
Xiao Xingyu seemed to be reluctant to accept the invitation, so he wiped his hands with a piece of cat essence and stood up: "Okay, then come here!"
Zhang Moyan followed him to a wooden cabinet in the northwest corner of the room. Xiao Xingyu opened the upper cabinet door and took out a brocade box slightly smaller than a shoe box.
Zhang Moyan came up with great admiration and met Xiao Xingyu's slightly smiling eyes. His smile was very meaningful, but unfortunately she couldn't see the clue.
Under his tacit and encouraging gaze, Zhang Moyan happily reached out to open the brocade box, and then stared with her eyes wide open.
What, what, what is this?!
Inside the brocade box lay several small ceramic gadgets, each about the size of a fist, and surprisingly, each depicted a man and a woman...
Zhang Moyan's vision was shocked. She looked at it in shock and was stunned for at least three minutes.
Then Xiao Xingyu took out a piece from a box padded with soft silk and held it ten centimeters away from Zhang Moyan's eyes, admiring himself: "My craftsmanship is pretty good, isn't it?"
Zhang Moyan's eyes followed naturally.
His fingers were long and slender, his thumb and middle finger were holding the porcelain, while the other fingers were naturally relaxed, just like the lotus hand seal that the Buddha made when he first attained enlightenment in order to help all sentient beings become Buddhas.
But what the Buddha picked up was a lotus, and what he picked up made people blush and feel hot.
"This is called Secret Play Porcelain, a type of bionic porcelain. Ordinary craftsmen can only imitate birds, beasts, insects, fish, and plants, but I can make this. Don't you think it's lifelike and lifelike?"
It is indeed lifelike, the male statue even has abdominal muscles, which is really scary!
Zhang Moyan's face was burning and she wanted to say something to him, but when she looked up, she saw a smooth neck and Xiao Xingyu's clear jawline.
Suddenly my heart started beating wildly and I forgot what I wanted to say.
In the dark corner of the room, they were almost head to head admiring this wonderful thing, both of them were silent. In the air warmed by the kiln fire, there was a hint of something she was not familiar with.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Xingyu asked above his head.
Zhang Moyan looked up and met a pair of captivating eyes, and her brain stopped working for a few seconds.
"Mo Yan." Xiao Xingyu rolled his throat and called her name without warning. His voice was a hundred times deeper and sexier than the one he heard on the phone.
...My legs are so weak.
"Hmm?" Zhang Moyan regained some consciousness.
Xiao Xingyu held her eyes tightly, was silent for a moment, and then said sternly, "Your eyes are very obscene."
?
"W-what?" Zhang Moyan's heart skipped a beat and she looked away with a flushed face.
No way, is her look really obscene?
I can't help but reflect on myself.
After adjusting his mood slightly, Zhang Moyan hastily changed the subject: "How can Teacher Xiao use such excellent craftsmanship to make these things?"
"Of course not normally," Xiao Xingyu raised an eyebrow, "but didn't you break the Lang Hong? This is the condition they set for Jiang Dazhu's Lang Hong. He's really smart. I don't know how many other things I'll make in my lifetime, but this is the only thing I'll probably only make once."
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