"Ouch!" Xiao Xingyu ran over distressed, rolled up his sleeves and helped the old man fish the plum vase out of the glaze, holding it in his hands and examining it carefully for a while. There were already scratches on the blank. He shook his head and looked at the old man with an expression ready to be beaten: "It can't be saved, Grandpa, this is my fault!"
This old man is Xiao Guotao.
"Xingyu, why are you back? Did you just arrive?" The old man came back to his senses, looking very surprised, without any annoyance about his work being destroyed.
"Yeah! I miss you. I didn't come back during the Chinese New Year. I will come back to see you when I have time recently!" Xiao Xingyu said sincerely. He put the discarded plum vase aside, and naturally took a gall-shaped vase from the long table. He held it with his left hand, and picked up the wooden spoon beside the glaze jar with his right hand to scoop a spoonful of glaze into the bottle.
Then, he put down the wooden spoon, held the blank horizontally with his bony hands, and rotated it 360 degrees to let the glaze pour out of the bottle. With his skillful technique, by the time the glaze was completely poured out, the inside of the bottle had been evenly glazed.
Xiao Xingyu at this moment is different from any other time. Having seen him so many times as a cool and handsome guy, it is a bit surprising to see him so quiet and focused at this moment.
The light from above his head spread on his black hair, like a layer of jumping platinum particles. His handsome profile was clearly outlined, and his slender neck was bent into a graceful arc. He held the bile bottle in his hand as if holding a baby in a cradle, his movements were elegant and beautiful, and the turbid glaze covered his strong arms and dripped into the tank drop by drop.
Xiao Xingyu's gaze, expression, and movements were all extremely gentle. In the oil painting-like picture, his whole body exuded a flowing light like warm water. The air seemed to be still, and time also stood still.
It is true that men are most charming when they are serious. At this moment, Xiao Xingyu is so handsome that it seems unreal.
Xiao Guotao stood up and used a long wooden stick to vigorously stir the glaze vat for more than a dozen turns. When the water calmed down, Xiao Xingyu, like Xiao Guotao before, grasped the bottom of the vase and slowly submerged it in the water. Applying slight pressure, he lifted it up at a steady speed. The vase was now perfectly glazed for the first time. (Ru porcelain requires a second glazing.)
"Be careful." Xiao Guotao took a light breath and stared at Xiao Xingyu's hand.
"There are quite a few."
Xiao Xingyu carefully placed the bile bottle on the workbench and took an old towel next to it to wipe his arm.
"Perfect! Much better than your father's!" Xiao Guotao exclaimed with satisfaction. He took a brush from the pen holder on the table, dipped it in rich glaze, and applied glaze on the place where Xiao Xingyu had put his hand.
There was a blazing fire in the kiln in the room. It was hard to describe the beautiful and warm scene of the old and the young in words. At this moment, Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao were like two masters discussing the Dao. No one in the world could possibly interfere with the spiritual world of their conversation.
After a few strokes, the work was done. The old man stood up happily and only then noticed that there was another person in the room.
Xiao Guotao hesitated and maintained a half-sitting, half-standing posture. He raised his hand to take off his glasses from the beam and looked at Zhang Moyan carefully.
"You are..." Xiao Guotao squinted his eyes and stood up straight.
The old man is very old and thin. His weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles. He wears a pair of old-fashioned square-framed glasses, which gives him the temperament of an old-fashioned intellectual. Even when he doesn't speak, he exudes an air of sincerity, elegance, and depth.
Zhang Moyan had seen Xiao Guotao's photo in the information, but when she saw him in person, she still felt that there was some difference between him and the photo. The old man in front of her was obviously much older.
Xiao Guotao asked who Zhang Moyan was. Zhang Moyan looked at Xiao Xingyu. It seemed that he still wanted her to introduce herself?
After another 5 seconds, Zhang Moyan was sure that this was what Xiao Xingyu meant, so she had no choice but to walk up to Xiao Guotao and said, "Hello, Mr. Xiao. I am Mr. Xiao's personal bodyguard. My name is Zhang Moyan."
There was no other way. Although the identity of a bodyguard was shocking, she had to maintain a unified tone in front of everyone, so she had no choice but to be a bodyguard to the end.
"Zhang Moyan?" The old man's eyes were still fixed on Zhang Moyan's face. "Is that Gong Chang Zhang?"
Zhang Moyan immediately said: "Oh no, I'm Li Zao Zhang."
The old man nodded and said, "There aren't many people with the surname Zhang. It seems that there are more people with this surname in Hubei and Jiangxi. Are you from Hubei or Jiangxi?"
Zhang Moyan smiled faintly and shook her head. The old man was truly knowledgeable. "I'm not from Hubei or Jiangxi, I'm from Shenhai."
"Oh." The old man nodded in understanding.
The old man looked at her with a very intense gaze, almost like inspecting goods. Even Zhang Moyan, who had met many celebrities and usually didn't care much about other people's expressions, was stared at so stiffly that she looked like a fledgling intern.
"Xingyu, why do you need a bodyguard?" The old man suddenly asked Xiao Xingyu worriedly, "Are you in danger?"
Xiao Xingyu laughed stiflingly and waved his hands, hastily reassuring his grandfather: "No, no, it's just that a friend of mine opened a security company and has just launched a bodyguard service. He wanted me to try it out!"
Really good at making up stories.
Want to experience it?
Zhang Moyan's eyebrows twitched slightly. Why did she feel that the word was a bit strange? She wasn't a smart electronic product.
Xiao Guotao actually believed this completely untenable excuse and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, but you still need to be more careful when you go out."
Xiao Xingyu agreed like a filial son and grandson: "Of course, don't worry! Who in this family should be the least worried about? Besides me, who else can I be?"
The old man was so amused by his exaggerated words that his wrinkles were all smiling.
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