The black business car sped along the highway covered in dusk, shooting towards the vast distance like a bullet. One after another, cities and countryside met it at a high speed, and were left behind by it in an instant.
Xiao Wa was driving with a noisy head, and he felt that the red clouds in the sky were like the sharp light of Fahai's golden bowl for catching demons, which made it impossible for him, the little demon, to escape.
For the past three hours, his mind hadn't been at peace for a single moment. All he could think about was: What does Brother Yu think of me now? Will he stop trusting me? Are we still brothers? What can I do to mend the rift between us? Have I already lost Brother Yu? Oh my god, he's actually coming to my house to see my grandma...
"Xiao Wa, get off at the service area ahead." Suddenly, Xiao Xingyu patted the back of his chair. "You've been driving for quite a while. Let me switch seats with you."
Xiao Wa let out an "Ah" and immediately said, "Brother Yu, I'm fine. I'm not tired at all!"
Yes, he had never been so energetic in his life.
Xiao Xingyu didn't respond for a long time, and the air was heavy.
Xiao Wa looked at him suspiciously. Xiao Xingyu was silent for a few seconds, as if he was considering his words: "You're driving so hard that your sister-in-law can't sleep."
Xiao Wa paused for a moment, and the next second a trace of indignation rose in his heart.
How is that possible?!
He might not be as skilled as the others in other areas, but when it comes to driving, he's absolutely as steady as a horse, even navigating the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield like it's flat ground, okay?!
What's more, this is an asphalt road that has been compacted smooth by a roller.
Xiao Wa secretly glanced at the folded back seat through the rearview mirror and saw Zhang Moyan with her eyes closed and a slightly frowned brow. She was indeed a little tired but unable to fall asleep.
snort!
The good impression I had of her that I had just regained not long ago suddenly dropped again. Women are just pretentious!
When they arrived at the service area, Xiao Xingyu asked Xiaowa to call home to report first. He then put on a mask and went to the store to buy rice dumplings and hot drinks. When he came back, he got into the driver's seat.
After Xiaowa finished his call, he returned to the car, feeling worried as he held two limp candied date and red bean paste dumplings and a cup of longan and rose tea. He felt a mixture of emotions that he couldn't describe.
After the car drove out for about ten minutes, the rustling sound of plastic bags in the back seat gradually disappeared. Xiao Wa couldn't help but look back, only to see that the woman with long hair on her cheeks, whose brows had been slightly wrinkled just now, had completely relaxed, and she was really fast asleep.
Xiaowa's lips trembled and tears of grievance welled up in his eyes. This, this is really too bullying!
Is there really such a huge difference between how he drives and how Brother Yu drives?!
Xiao Wa turned his head and took a sip of hot tea with grief and anger. "Cough cough" he almost spit out a mouthful of water. Oh my god, it's still sweet!
"What's going on?" Xiao Xingyu took the time to glance at him: "Isn't it tasty?"
"No, no, it's delicious. I just drank too much..." Xiaowa was angry but couldn't say anything.
Xiao Xingyu warned him earnestly: "Even if it tastes good, take your time and don't act like a three-year-old child."
Xiaowa nodded repeatedly and took two more sips of the sugar water very expressively.
As the sun sets and night falls, the taillights of red cars are overtaken one after another in the field of vision. No one speaks in the car for a long time.
Xiaowa felt uneasy in the silence. Wasn't Yuge's tone when he told him to change cars too distant? He seemed much more casual than usual... And why did he actually go buy food himself instead of asking me to?
Xiaowa's thoughts collapsed like a mudslide.
"Brother Yu..." After an unknown amount of time, he finally mustered up the courage to call out timidly.
"Hmm?" Xiao Xingyu glanced at half of the face in the light and darkness.
Xiao Wa mumbled repeatedly, his heartfelt feelings churning in his stomach, and finally he managed to utter, "I'm not a bad person, absolutely not!"
Xiao Xingyu: “…”
Xiao Wa immediately laughed at him and comforted him, "You're overthinking it. I never said you had other motives for approaching me."
Xiao Wa was stunned and couldn't let it go: "Yu, Brother Yu, you already said..."
Xiao Xingyu couldn't stand it anymore and slapped him: "Are you a woman? So sensitive? I told you to stop thinking about it, so stop thinking about it. Hurry up and take a rest. It's your turn to drive in an hour!"
"Brother Yu, that object was a plum vase. I returned it to my grandma... It may not be easy to get it back." Xiaowa said weakly.
Xiao Xingyu chuckled, thinking, "Isn't it easy? This thing was intended for Zhang Moyan by your Wang family. Now it's not easy. It must be because you slandered Zhang Moyan a lot when you were paying your grandmother back!"
But at this point, he showed no emotion on his face and said earnestly, "Next time you encounter something as important as this, you must consult with others."
"Well, I understand, Brother Yu," Xiao Wa lowered his head and blamed himself, then suddenly raised his head and said firmly, "But that plum vase should have nothing to do with the azure porcelain!"
Xiao Xingyu: "Oh? Are you so sure?"
Xiao Wa leaned halfway towards Xiao Xingyu. "I privately had an institution test the aging coefficient of the glaze on that plum vase, and it's confirmed to be from the mid-Ming Dynasty. My ancestors changed their careers during the Southern Song Dynasty, grinding tofu and selling tea, and now work in the construction industry. No one makes porcelain anymore. The rumors are all false. I've lived at home for more than 20 years and haven't heard of any rumors about it. If this plum vase really contains the secret of celadon glaze porcelain, then it should at least be an object from the Song Dynasty, right?"
Xiao Xingyu remained silent. At this moment, a clear voice rang out from behind him: "Is the glaze aging coefficient the decisive data?"
"Are you awake?" Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan, who had already stood up, in the rearview mirror and said with a sigh, "Pull up the blanket. Don't catch a cold."
He then explained, "Glaze is a layer of glassy material on the surface of porcelain. After firing, it will transform into a non-glassy substance as it oxidizes over time. Through testing and calculation, we can determine the firing age of porcelain, which is relatively accurate data."
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