A career beacon misses a person with whom they will never meet again...
The weather is too hot, I don’t know if the ice cream has melted yet, but Cheng Sizhou has already melted.
He walked towards the Science and Technology Protection Center under the shadow of the eaves, but saw two people under the shade of the trees beside the aisle.
"Master?" Cheng Sizhou ran over. "Master, Master Zhang."
The two people standing and chatting under the tree were two guiding lights in his career. One was his mentor, Jiang Yunli, who had also worked in ceramic restoration at the Lantern Museum and had rarely visited the office since retiring last year. The other was Director Zhang Hongliang, who had been one of the interviewers when he took the recruitment exam.
"I was just talking about you, and you're here." Zhang Hongliang smiled and patted his shoulder, saying to Jiang Yunli, "He and Yu Ming have long been able to handle things on their own. Just rest at home and don't worry so much."
Jiang Yunli shook his head slightly: "Director, don't praise him. If you can take care of him for me, he will be more sensible."
Compared to Director Zhang's approachable and unassuming demeanor, his master could only be described as ferocious. During the five years he taught him, he was incredibly strict every day, and the slightest mistake would result in a chastening. The Jiang and Cheng families had some ties, and his master treated him like a half-son. He respected Jiang Yunli, but he was also deeply afraid of him, feeling an indescribable nervousness whenever they met.
Zhang Hongliang looked at him and smiled again: "The child is grown up and has his own ideas. Besides, there are rules and regulations here. How can he be ignorant?"
No matter how talkative Cheng Sizhou was, he couldn't get a word in. It was like when he was a kid, during Chinese New Year, when guests came to the house and the adults started chatting about the children, the children had no say.
"Master, Director Zhang, it's easy to get heatstroke in this hot weather. Why don't we go to the office to talk?" Cheng Sizhou hid the plastic bag in his hand behind his back.
His little trick didn't escape his master's notice. Jiang Yunli glanced at him and said coldly, "You're not working properly during working hours! Look at you, what a mess you are!"
Director Zhang glanced over and said, "Alright, alright, go back now. We've finished our conversation. I'll see your master off."
Cheng Sizhou's eyes dodged, he lowered his head and hesitated: "Well, I'll go back to work first."
After walking around, not only did the ice cream melt, but I was also sweating, as if I had taken a shower.
Yu Ming showed kindness for the first time, handed him a dry towel, and moved the air conditioner blades to prevent him from catching a cold.
"Master, did you tell me what you came for?" Cheng Sizhou asked while wiping. After Mr. Jiang retired, he would not come unless there was something extremely important that required his presence.
"Master is coming? When?" Yu Ming frowned.
"On my way back, I saw him and Zhang Guan talking under a big tree. Hasn't he been here before?"
"I was there the whole time, but I didn't see him."
That's strange.
Jiang Yunli is a highly experienced expert in the restoration and conservation of ceramic artifacts, renowned nationwide and long recognized as a recognized expert in the field. Although retired, he still provides guidance when there are new large-scale excavations, large batches of porcelain unearthed, or important exhibitions requiring urgent restoration work.
It was such a hot day, and his master came all the way here just to chat with Zhang Guan under a tree? And there was no reason for them not to chat, but was it because the Science and Technology Protection Center was too cool, and the two seniors had rheumatism and couldn't handle the cold air?
Surely Master wouldn't be like Sister Yang, discussing a blind date with the curator? Otherwise, how else could he explain the curator's words, "I just mentioned you, and you're here"?
Yu Ming got angry when he saw his dazed look, so he pushed the paint box over to him and told him to work properly.
The saying "A good teacher produces good students" also applies in this industry. Yu Ming and Cheng Sizhou became Jiang Yunli's disciples one after another. After several years of experience, the brothers have become a pair of "twin stars" recognized in the industry.
Senior brother Yu Ming is good at restoring shapes. No matter which part is missing from the plates, bottles, cups or bowls, there is nothing he cannot recognize and repair. Junior brother Cheng Sizhou is good at restoring colors. No matter it is Song secret color, Yuan blue and white, enamel color, or ancient porcelain and pottery whose colors have changed due to being buried for a long time, his control over color is more precise than a computer reading music score.
Nowadays, those who can enter the Science and Technology Protection Center and engage in front-line repair work are either craftsmen with a family background and have been immersed in it since childhood, or they are sentimental rich second-generations who graduated from advanced art academies and have no financial pressure at all.
People who know him say that Cheng Sizhou does not belong to any of the above categories, and he makes a living by his talent.
"I'm going to Shujiashan this weekend." Yu Ming had been repairing the Yuan blue and white porcelain bowl in his hand for over a week. He slowly took out the cleaned porcelain pieces, spread them out to dry, and prepared to glue and patch them together. "Hurry up and do your work. If you can't do it, work overtime. Don't wait until the exhibition department urges you to do it before the repairs are finished."
"I know, I know," Cheng Sizhou squeezed the paint and slurred his voice, imitating a broadcaster's voice. "Summer vacation is here, and it's time for Dengbo to be dominated by human cubs again."
In addition to the permanent exhibitions that are open to the public for a long time, Dengyuan Museum also holds several temporary exhibitions every year. For example, a porcelain exhibition is being prepared in August.
With the new exhibition and the students’ summer vacation, the Lantern Festival is about to usher in the longest peak traffic period of the year, which is correspondingly the busiest time for the Social Education Department.
"No wonder Yangyang is so busy. I heard that she is writing manuscripts and making posters. She is really becoming more and more capable." Cheng Sizhou was unwilling to give up and continued to assist Yangyang.
Yu Ming slowly stirred the special glue: "Being capable isn't a good thing."
"It means we're both doing bad things." Cheng Sizhou rolled his eyes at him. "Don't go to Shujiashan this weekend. It's so hot. Why don't we go to the newly opened Water World?"
"Not interested, no."
"Tsk, boring."
Cheng Sizhou was furious. With such a nasty and annoying personality, how could he help Yangyang create opportunities? How about asking Yangyang to go to Shujiashan as well and let them meet unexpectedly?
The cold air from the air conditioner suddenly swept over, and Cheng Sizhou shrank his neck and quickly rejected the idea.
Since Dengyuan's urban planning is to expand northward, the new building of the Dengyuan Lantern Festival Museum was also built in Shujiashan in the northern suburbs. After the new building is officially put into use, the cultural relics warehouse and cultural relics technology protection studio will also be relocated.
Now that the master has retired, they both have to go and check whether the configuration of the ceramic restoration room is reasonable. If not, they can make timely adjustments.
But what is Shujiashan? In recent years, people have always said that the feng shui there is not good.
In order to dispel the superstition of feng shui, the government and developers had to promote it vigorously. As a result, a lot of pre-sale houses were sold, but the supporting facilities could not keep up. The further north you go, the more unfinished buildings there are. The deserted concrete forest is filled with layers of window holes, which is creepy to look at.
Seeing that several real estate companies' capital chains broke one after another, their bosses absconded with the money, and conflicts became increasingly acute, Dengyuan Museum, as a cultural institution, was willing to locate the new museum in Shujiashan. From the perspective of the above, this was called taking on a heavy responsibility.
After all, the general public sees that the museum has been renovated, and other supporting facilities will surely follow. For those who need to buy a house, this is a reassurance; and for those who have investment needs, they can buy a house at a low price and then sell it at a high price, making money easily. Why not?
However, the construction of the new museum is too large and it will not be fully completed until the second half of next year at the earliest.
Cheng Sizhou went to Shujiashan a month ago. He testified that it was indeed a deserted place. Not only did it take him more than an hour to take a taxi back, but he also met a taxi driver who "let the whole community know that he was single"!
unlucky!
"Remember to borrow an evil-repelling amulet from the jade group next door. Over there, the unfinished building has been built into an Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation. If anything happens to you, I will never let Yangyang be a widow." He kept begging Yu Ming.
"Shut up." Yu Ming gave him a glare that hurt him.
The Expo is particularly beautiful after hours, when the sun, barely warm enough to cool, shimmers brightly on the glazed tiles. The closing announcement, accompanied by lively music, dispels any fatigue and exhaustion.
Cheng Sizhou scanned a shared bicycle and returned to Yangliu'an in three minutes.
Sister Chen sent a message saying that Zhou Yitang went directly to the hospital to accompany her grandmother after self-study and would not come over on weekends, so this large flat was temporarily his alone.
It’s nice, quiet and comfortable.
Home alone, Cheng Sizhou didn't even bother to cook. He just made a bowl of noodles and ate it casually, bored as he curled up on the sofa and flipped through a book. It was easy to get sleepy when you were feeling lethargic. He checked the time. It wasn't even seven yet. If he fell asleep, he'd probably wake up in the middle of the night.
He was still young and didn't want to sit with his eyes open until dawn.
The phone rang softly, and it was a push message: "Seeking the Voice and Destiny" has launched a new plot review function. After completing the script, an immersive experience will be automatically generated. Just run the game in the background, and players can review every detail of the guardian and the destined person in the form of pure audio.
After completing "Restoration of the Nation", he occasionally went online to help Zhou Yitang complete "Catalysis". He hadn't heard the little prince's voice for several days.
Cheng Sizhou switched back to his account, put on headphones, and opened the plot review. A clear and crisp voice gradually enveloped him, and the little prince whispered in his ear, talking about learning skills, revenge, not dragging him down, and not wanting to leave him.
Say you like him.
Cheng Sizhou closed his eyes and sighed. His heart felt sore and his body was burning hot as if he had a fever.
He even began to imagine what the voice actor would look like when recording his lines: would he use exaggerated gestures? Would he scream at the top of his lungs? Would he put in real emotion?
Does he have someone he likes?
After drinking a large glass of cold water, the burning sensation does not decrease but increases. It makes people feel anxious and unbearable, but also makes them indulge in it.
Cheng Sizhou ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and pressed his entire back against the cold tile. He felt the blood pulsing with his heartbeat, dissolving into the vast mist. He held himself up, and his mind gradually filled with bizarre colors, like a white seagull, soaring through neon lights, through the moon halo, through the tides, and finally into the endless blue sea and sky.
The moment the light breaks through the clouds, everything has happened in a hurry, and in the long breath of relief, everything returns to silence and without a trace.
He crossed his arms to shield his eyes, secretly cursing himself for being useless, pinning his emotions on an invisible and intangible virtual character, and using his voice to soothe his long-dry heart.
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