The glass windows block out the hustle and bustle of the city, the air in the car is quiet, and the top-level sound insulation system makes even the sound of the engine inaudible. Only the turn signal makes a clear ticking sound when turning.
The awkward feeling came over me quickly. It was so quiet. If it were just a couple of strangers, it would be understandable, but two grown men creating this atmosphere was very weird.
Xiao Xingyu glanced at Jin Xueyang, only to see that he was lost in thought with an inexplicable smile on his face.
Jin Xueyang was quick to notice after a brief glance, and immediately activated his social media mode. "Teacher Xiao, your performance today, showing that the Lotus Wash is not a secret-colored porcelain, was truly impressive. If you had live-streamed it, you'd have a huge online fan base tomorrow. By the way, Teacher Xiao, is this phenomenon of ancient people studying the works of their peers common?"
"Not too few, huh?" Xiao Xingyu replied nonchalantly while driving. "There have been in every dynasty."
Jin Xueyang: "So is there also celadon glaze porcelain?"
Xiao Xingyu clicked his tongue and said disdainfully, "What kind of question is that? Look who you're asking."
Jin Xueyang's mouth dropped open, utterly embarrassed. "Of course there is! Teacher Xiao's family has been studying celadon porcelain since the Song Dynasty... I mean, besides this, has celadon porcelain ever been produced in other places or during other periods?"
Xiao Xingyu paused and said, "Yes, a Song Dynasty celadon plate was recently discovered at the Duandian kiln site in Lushan. If one doesn't examine the workmanship, glaze color, and patterns carefully, one could mistake it for an official kiln celadon."
Jin Xueyang pondered: "So this section of the store kiln is modeled after the Northern Song Dynasty official kiln?"
Xiao Xingyu steered the wheel, made a sharp turn, and only answered briefly after driving onto the main road: "No, it was the Northern Song Dynasty official kiln that learned and inherited the Duandian kiln, but the later ones surpassed them."
Jin Xueyang opened his mouth into an "O" shape and nodded, seeming to understand. He didn't know why, but when Xiao Xingyu mentioned the celadon porcelain, his tone seemed to change, and he seemed to be less interested in talking.
Anyone with good sense would have known that it was time to change the subject, but Jin Xueyang was filled with the passion of a journalist to dig deep.
"Teacher Xiao, has this practice of imitating official kilns always been a trend in this industry? Also, the concept of official kilns only appeared in Chinese history during the Northern Song Dynasty. So, did the imperial courts of the Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties have the same attitude towards imitations of official kilns?"
Xiao Xingyu didn't respond this time. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at him sideways: "Are you interviewing here?"
Jin Xueyang was startled for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "Teacher Xiao, can we do an exclusive interview with you? Let's do a program specifically talking about ancient porcelain! If you agree, Teacher Xiao, I'll go back and report the arrangements immediately."
Xiao Xingyu stared at the road ahead, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and said with a dull look: "Let's talk about it later!"
This is already a polite refusal.
But it doesn't seem to mean death.
With such a good topic and such a good-looking interviewee, Jin Xueyang seemed to have seen an astonishing number of readers.
His mind raced as to how he could try again. Just then, as he passed by a skyscraper, a large, luxurious, and glittering screen suddenly flashed a golden advertisement. The screen was ablaze with golden light.
Dreamy golden sunlight poured through the car window onto Xiao Xingyu's face. His three-dimensional facial features formed a barrier that separated light and darkness. His sculptural lines were clearly reflected in Jin Xueyang's eyes, domineeringly showing what perfect bone structure meant.
Jin Xueyang's brain seemed to have crashed.
This pause lasted for more than ten seconds, and when he resumed work, he had missed the right opportunity to respond. He coughed lightly, turned his head, and composed himself.
The air returned to silence, but this time it didn't last long before Xiao Xingyu casually brought up a topic, seemingly out of courtesy: "Does your company allow colleagues to date?"
Jin Xueyang was stunned for a moment. Xiao Xingyu said this out of the blue and he seemed a little confused.
"You and reporter Zhang." Xiao Xingyu nodded.
"Oh, no, no," Jin Xueyang reacted anxiously, "It's not what you think. I, I'm still single!"
Xiao Xingyu twitched his eyes, feeling that his response was a bit strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it, so he didn't think much about it and continued chatting: "I think you two are quite friendly."
Upon hearing this, Jin Xueyang immediately turned around and explained seriously, "That's right, Mo Yan and I were classmates from high school to college. After graduation, we joined the same company and are now in the same department. Of course, we know each other very well! Speaking of which, we do have a connection. Ah, don't think too much about it, it's not that kind of connection. She has a boyfriend."
Xiao Xingyu held the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes fixed on the red brake lights of the car in front. "Oh, I see... That's good."
Jin Xueyang quickly agreed, "No, no, no."
"I thought you were a couple!"
"Alas, it's not enough."
"How do you say that?"
Jin Xueyang was about to speak when Xiao Xingyu's phone, which had been left on the dashboard, suddenly rang. He took it, glanced at the name, and casually swiped it away: "Sasa?"
"Brother—you're famous!" A girl's crazy voice came from the phone, and it burst out like a devil's voice shouting into the microphone.
"ah?"
"I guessed you didn't know yet! Brother, you're trending! I'm so excited! Hurry up and check Weibo! Porcelain God's face! So beautiful! Every picture is so handsome! It has 1.02 million likes right now. It's such a great honor for our Xiao family! Hey, why can't I open it right now..."
"What bullshit?" Xiao Xingyu turned his head and said to Jin Xueyang, who was already looking at his phone, "Do you have Weibo? Show me the trending search list."
Boom!
Almost at the end of his voice, Jin Xueyang jumped up and hit his head on the roof of the car. He was pulled back mercilessly by the seat belt, and was tied to the back of the chair and almost died.
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