In the early morning, the sky outside the window was slightly bright.
Snap, the sound of bottles breaking.
Zhang Moyan, who was used to being in her own bed, immediately opened her eyes from a very light sleep. Instead of seeing the familiar ceiling, the unfamiliar bunk bed made her dazed for a while. It took her a long time to remember that she was in Xiao Xingyu's home in Ruzhou.
Bang!
There was another sound of a vessel shattering into pieces after impact, and this time Zhang Moyan completely woke up from her chaotic half-asleep and half-wakeful state.
I lay in bed with the quilt closed and listened carefully. About three minutes later, I heard another similar sound of something breaking.
Zhang Moyan was lying on the bed calculating that this sound would occur approximately every two or three minutes.
Is someone arguing and throwing things?
Not quite.
It was too quiet. If two people were angry to the point of smashing pots and pans, there would usually be a huge quarrel, but... it seemed that there wasn't one.
Moreover, the sound of smashing things did not seem to be rumbling and competing with each other, but was made one after another in a certain rhythm, as if each item was thrown out individually.
Zhang Moyan really couldn't figure out what was going on, so she got up and opened the window.
Immediately, the scattered pavilions and towers, the red flowers and green leaves scattered among them, and the house that was hidden by the night last night suddenly appeared before the eyes, presenting a panoramic view.
After being shocked for a while, Zhang Moyan listened carefully and found that the strange sounds seemed to come from the kiln.
Unfortunately, she was only four or five meters higher than a single-story building, so she could only see the yard of the kiln house at most, and her view of the rest of the building was blocked.
Half out of concern and half out of curiosity, Zhang Moyan hurriedly washed up in the bathroom, changed her clothes, and tiptoed downstairs to the kiln to find out what was going on, so as not to disturb the people next door.
It was still early and the courtyard was particularly quiet. As she walked in, Zhang Moyan suddenly had the illusion that no one else heard the sound except herself.
Walking into the small courtyard of the kiln, it was empty. Entering the living room, the rows of shelves and workbenches were still the same as they had been yesterday, except that the blazing kiln had gone out, like a cold fireplace.
The shattering sound continued. There was only a wall between them. Zhang Moyan followed the sound and walked inside. He passed through a hexagonal door, walked along a short corridor, and entered a spacious backyard. He was immediately stunned by what he saw.
In the middle of the yard, there is a pile of broken porcelain that is more than two meters high and ten meters in diameter. Its green color is like jade, just like a jade mountain!
Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao stood side by side in the corridor about ten meters away from Yushan. Next to them was a large double-decker cart filled with a variety of blue and green porcelain.
I didn't expect Xiao Xingyu to get up so early. I didn't hear him go out at all. When I passed by his door just now and saw the closed door, I thought he was still sleeping.
His attention was then diverted to Xiao Guotao who was moving beside him. Xiao Guotao took out a green porcelain bowl from the cart and rubbed it in his hands, as if he was saying his final goodbye. But without much pause, he turned around and threw the porcelain bowl onto the Jade Mountain.
The porcelain bowl shattered with a sound. Xiao Guotao looked at it thoughtfully for a while, then raised his head and chest, as if he had gathered up the courage to start again. He picked up another piece of porcelain from the cart, still stroking it, and threw it out.
The old man repeated these actions monotonously, and Xiao Xingyu smoked gracefully beside him, without any dissuasion or interference. The whole process was actually very quiet except for the sound of porcelain hitting the jade mountain.
After about a dozen more fell, Xiao Xingyu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his leather shoes, then said to Xiao Guotao, "Grandpa, take a break. Let me do it!"
The old man stopped what he was doing, and Xiao Xingyu turned sideways to take out a porcelain washbasin from the cart, and then he saw Zhang Moyan standing at the entrance of the yard.
His eyes were fixed on her grey denim outfit for at least half a minute, then he glanced away as if he hadn't seen her and smashed the porcelain washbasin hard on the Jade Mountain.
With a "clang", the porcelain washbasin shattered. Due to the great impact force, many broken porcelain pieces piled on the top of the mountain were shaken and slid down.
Xiao Guotao also noticed something was wrong. He looked to the side with a look of surprise on his face. "Ms. Zhang? Oh, is the noise here bothering you?"
"No, I woke up a long time ago." Zhang Moyan replied to Xiao Guotao, but her eyes were looking at Xiao Xingyu. The look in his eyes just now was really... disgusting, and now he didn't even look at her.
When Xiao Guotao faced this innocent little white rabbit that broke in, he was actually a little at a loss just like the little white rabbit.
"Mr. Xiao, what are you doing?" Zhang Moyan walked over slowly, his movements a little stiff.
"Oh," Xiao Guotao gave a hasty laugh and replied simply, "We burned some defective products yesterday, and we're dealing with them."
At this time, Xiao Xingyu threw another porcelain piece, and the huge noise shocked Xiao Guotao.
"Mr. Xiao...good morning." Zhang Moyan mustered up the courage to greet Xiao Xingyu.
Xiao Xingyu's face was as cold as ice and he ignored her. He picked up a Sanxizun from the side and threw it out. This time he didn't make a big noise, but he seemed to have made up his mind to treat Zhang Moyan as air.
Zhang Moyan looked at her new clothes and explained to him, "My clothes..."
"Wear whatever you want! Just treat what I say as bullshit!" Xiao Xingyu was unable to treat her as air.
Xiao Guotao was dumbfounded. "Xingyu, how can you speak to a lady like that? You have no manners at all."
Zhang Moyan quickly said to Xiao Guotao: "No, no, no, it's my fault. There was a misunderstanding between me and Teacher Xiao."
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