It turns out that the celadon porcelain is in a separate exhibition hall, which can't actually be considered an exhibition hall. Considering its size, concealment, and the complicated procedures for entering, it seems more appropriate to call it a safe room.
The space of less than 100 square meters is divided into two parts. One part displays ancient Ru kiln and celadon porcelain, and the other part displays celadon porcelain that was successfully re-fired after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The collections in both parts are very small.
There is only one complete narcissus basin in the ancient area, and the rest are the remains and fragments of restored Ru porcelain. Although the number is extremely small, the value of these alone may be equal to the total value of porcelain in another entire exhibition hall.
There are only three collections in the modern area, all of which are from Xiao Guotao. They are three pieces of celadon-glazed porcelain that he accidentally fired in the 1980s, 1990s, and 2010s, a gourd-shaped vase, a three-legged urn, and a round basin.
This was the first time that Zhang Moyan saw the real celadon glazed porcelain with her own eyes. The body of this porcelain is thin and strong, and the surface has cicada wing patterns. The glaze is as blue as the sky after rain, and as smooth as jade. The characteristics of "blue as the sky, jade-like, and cicada wing patterns" push the beauty of traditional ceramics to the extreme.
Zhang Moyan suddenly felt completely at a loss for words, so overwhelmed was she that she could only use the single word "beautiful" to express her admiration for the celadon porcelain. This was especially true of the three pieces of celadon porcelain Xiao Guotao had re-fired. The glaze and crazing were identical to those of the ancients, leaving one feeling awe-inspiring and filled with emotion.
"Teacher Xiao, can I take a few pictures?"
After asking the question, Zhang Moyan realized that Xiao Xingyu had been standing by the door and had not come in.
"I just wanted to take some pictures of these reproductions of Mr. Xiao's pieces. I haven't seen them in any materials before."
No reply.
After asking two questions in a row, Xiao Xingyu did not respond. He seemed to be in a trance.
Zhang Moyan walked over with some confusion, and sure enough, Xiao Xingyu was staring at a certain spot on the ground in a daze, his mind completely focused, so that his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of faint worry.
"Teacher Xiao?" Zhang Moyan waved her hand in front of him and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Xingyu came back to his senses, stunned for a moment, and then put on his usual smile in a second: "Did you talk to me? Oh, I was just thinking about something, what did you say?"
"I'd like to ask if I can take some photos of Mr. Xiao's three works, because I don't think I've seen them in any documentation..." Zhang Moyan traced Xiao Xingyu's face. His nose was so straight, anyone with such a nose would be proud. "It's inconvenient to take photos, but it hasn't been published. Is it because you want to seek Mr. Xiao's opinion?"
Xiao Xingyu didn't say yes or no. Under the museum's unique bronze light, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. After a moment, he gently patted her shoulder and said, "Then let's not take the photo, shall we?"
"Oh, okay." Zhang Moyan was caught by his inquiring tone and unusual emotions. Her sixth sense realized belatedly that Xiao Xingyu didn't seem to dislike this place very much. People seemed to become bored when they came here.
Perhaps it was because celadon porcelain was more of a problem for the Xiao family, a problem that had baffled, entangled, and frustrated generations of people...
Who would be in a good mood about something they can’t handle?
"I've made up my mind. It's getting late, let's go home quickly!" Zhang Moyan cheered up, her eyes full of "I'm not unhappy at all about not being able to shoot."
"Okay." Xiao Xingyu smiled at her, then waved and called the staff to lock the door.
The two walked side by side to the first floor. On the walls along the way were hung exquisite celadon portraits. Zhang Moyan would stop every two steps, either to read the words on them or to take a few photos with her mobile phone.
At first, Zhang Moyan was worried that her stop-and-go pace would make Xiao Xingyu angry, but she didn't expect the young master to be so gentlemanly throughout the whole process and explain things to her from time to time, which made her ask questions even more unscrupulously.
"Teacher Xiao, why don't you just let me do an exclusive interview with you?"
Zhang Moyan felt that she was amazing. She actually said this key sentence so naturally, without any abruptness. It was smoother than Dove and did not feel deliberate at all.
However, Xiao Xingyu immediately stopped talking and looked down at her with narrowed eyes. After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Moyan understood what he meant. The feeling that she was great was instantly wiped out, and only self-righteous discouragement remained.
"Okay, I get it! Then... Teacher Xiao, you said you wanted to introduce another interviewer to us. Could you please tell us who that person is?"
Just get straight to the point, you'll have to ask these questions sooner or later anyway.
"That's just an idea. We're still searching for the candidate." Xiao Xingyu turned around with the air of a young master.
Zhang Moyan paused, then sprinted after him: "Still looking? Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes!" Xiao Xingyu walked downstairs with ease.
Zhang Moyan chased him down to the first floor and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. "Then could you please confirm this as soon as possible, Mr. Xiao? We still need to plan an interview plan based on the subject, and the program will air in June, so we'll need a lot of production and review... A-choo!"
Someone sprayed something on the first floor, and Zhang Moyan's nose felt itchy and she couldn't help but sneeze. The sneeze was so sudden that it was not only loud but also caused a thin strand of snot to flow out.
It's so embarrassing, and there's a man next to her!
Zhang Moyan hurriedly lowered her head and frantically searched her two pockets for a tissue, but found nothing! Just as she was feeling extremely ashamed and angry, a handkerchief was pressed against her mouth and nose.
When she looked up, she saw Xiao Xingyu wiping her nose like an old father.
"Did you choke on it? It must be the workers painting something for next week's show."
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