As we all know, the colors in the Tang Dynasty were already very bright, and the Ming style was also relatively open, so the creativity in art was also strong.
There is no reason why it would be such a gray vase.
"No, I have to try again."
Liu Liang still couldn't believe that she had made a mistake. This time, she added twice as much herb to the water, and it was almost turning into a paste.
She began to wipe the vase with these, but every time she wiped it, it was gray. She wiped it again, and it was still gray. She didn't believe it, so she wiped it from morning to noon, and her fingers were peeling, but in the end the vase was still gray.
"No rush, no rush."
Liu Liang closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. This was the big vase that she had placed high hopes on, and it was also the most proud thing she had bought from Feng Chuan.
It would be like Gu Kaizhi's painting. She bought a rare treasure at the lowest price. Even if she donated it, it would still be her pride.
But this time, could it be that she hit a wall?
Well, no.
Liu Liang still didn't give up. After all, the fifteenth day of the lunar month was the day after tomorrow. She would go and ask her master, who would definitely have some good ideas.
She put the vase away. Although she tried to comfort herself in this way, she still felt uncomfortable.
It wasn't until she received a call from Zeng Xubai, saying that he would take her out for a good meal, that she suddenly became energetic. She didn't care whether the flowers were vases or not. It was not time to eat, and it was not as important as eating well.
After she finished a delicious meal and bought a bunch of things, she was unhappy about the vase and bought all of them at once.
As expected, there is nothing in the world that makes people happier than eating, and nothing that feels more healing than shopping. Moreover, experts have said that women who love shopping usually have higher IQs.
She uses her intelligence to do serious work, so she doesn't think about being a vase anymore.
She put the matter of the vase aside for the time being. Every day passed by in the same way. She was in the hospital and here. She would chat with two pregnant women from time to time and give some spiritual energy to the babies in their bellies. Time passed very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was already the fifteenth day.
Liu Liang bought a lot of good things and brought them all to Qingyue. Qingyue nodded, and was obviously very satisfied with the things Liu Liang brought this time, especially the bunch of videotapes, which contained countless movies and TV shows. By the way, he loved watching that Princess the most. Although the times were different, the things expressed were the same.
By the way, his favorite is that nanny, a real woman.
"Master, there is something I want to ask you for help."
Liu Liang took out the vase. Although she had forgotten about the vase in the past few days, it was only temporary. As long as the issue of the vase was not resolved, she would feel unhappy.
This is not it, she had no other choice but to ask Qingyue for help, and she also bought a bunch of things and spent all her salary. Is it easy for her?
Fortunately, she has a husband, otherwise, her pockets would probably be cleaner than her face.
Qingyue glanced at the lump of mud, then stared at Liu Liang for a long time with a look as if he were an idiot, with his eyes rolled up.
"What are you doing with a lump of mud?"
"It's not mud?"
Liu Jing absolutely refused to admit that this was not a piece of mud, and certainly not a vase. This was her vision and her wisdom.
"If it's not mud, what is it?"
Qingyue smoothed his sleeves and said, "If it's mud, then it's mud. It's so gray and ugly, what else could it be but mud?"
"Master, this is an antique vase I bought."
Liu Liang flattened her lips and said, "It cost a lot of money."
"vase?"
Qingyue smiled coldly, "She does look a bit like a vase, but you have really bad taste."
"Maybe there's a layer of dust behind that gray ball."
Liu Liang still believed that her vision was not bad. This was a pearl covered in dust, just like Gu Kaizhi's painting. Beneath such an ordinary or even ugly appearance, there must be a perfect and amazing connotation.
But why does she always feel a little bit bad?
"There was mud all around."
Qingyue didn't even want to look at the vase. It was such an ugly thing, it was a waste of his eyes. He liked bright things, especially glass. Now he used glass bowls to eat. He really had no interest in things made of mud.
"Master, would you like to take another look?"
Liu Jing didn't disbelieve it. She hugged the vase tightly, as if she was hugging her weak and innocent self.
"Is there something wrong?"
"You may be mistaken, but will I be?"
Qingyue rolled his eyes at her. How could he, Qingyue, be as tactless as Liu Jing?
"But I clearly feel a deep sense of heaviness."
This feeling was so strong, it couldn't be wrong. She used this feeling, or perhaps intuition, to buy a lot of good things. The painting by Gu Kaizhi was bought in this way. Although it has been donated now and no longer belongs to her, she still feels very proud.
"At that time, only a rough shape was fired, and there was no time to color it."
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