Chapter 132 It's Totally an Attitude towards Children
It turns out that Azure Glaze Porcelain is in a separate exhibition hall, which is not actually an exhibition hall. In terms of its size, concealment, and complicated entry procedures, it seems more appropriate to call it a safe room.
The space of less than 100 square meters is divided into two parts. One part displays the ancient Ru kiln and azure glazed porcelain, and the other part displays the successfully refired azure glazed porcelain after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The collections in both parts are very small.
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There is only one complete narcissus basin in the ancient area, and the rest are the repaired remains and some fragments of Ru porcelain. Although the number is very small, the value of these alone may be worth the sum of the porcelain in the entire other exhibition hall. There are only three collections in the modern area, all of which are by Xiao Guotao. They are three pieces of azure glazed porcelain, a bile bottle, and a three-legged statue that he accidentally fired in the 1980s, 1990s, and 10s.
A round wash.
This is the first time Zhang Moyan has seen the actual object of azure glazed porcelain. This kind of porcelain has thin and strong fetal bones, with cicada wing patterns on the surface. The glaze color is as blue as rain over the sky, and as warm and moist as jade. It is known as "green as the sky"
The characteristics of "face like jade and cicada wing pattern" push the beauty of traditional ceramics to the extreme.
Zhang Moyan suddenly felt that he was seriously lacking in words. He was so shocked that he could only use the word "beautiful" to praise the azure-glazed porcelain. Especially the three pieces of azure-glazed porcelain re-fired by Xiao Guotao, both in terms of glaze color and opening.
It is exactly the same as the one made by the ancients, and it is completely comparable, which makes people awe-inspiring and sighing!
"Teacher Xiao, can I take some photos?"
After asking, Zhang Moyan realized that Xiao Xingyu had been standing by the door without taking a step in.
"I just want to take a few pictures of these re-burned products of Mr. Xiao. I have never seen them in any information before."
No reply.
After asking two questions in a row, I received no answer from Xiao Xingyu. The other party seemed to be lost in thought.
Zhang Moyan walked over with some confusion, and Xiao Xingyu was indeed staring at a place on the ground in a daze, so focused that his whole person seemed to be covered with a faint layer of worry.
"Teacher Xiao?" Zhang Moyan waved her hand in front of him and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Xingyu came back to his senses, was startled, and then put on his usual smile for a second: "Did you talk to me? Oh, I was thinking about something just now. What did you say?"
"I would like to ask if I can take some photos of Mr. Xiao's three works, because I don't seem to have seen them in any information..." Zhang Moyan traced Xiao Xingyu's face with his eyes. His nose was so straight.
Straight, anyone with such a nose would be proud of it, "It's okay if it's inconvenient to take pictures. I haven't disclosed it. Is it because I want to seek Mr. Xiao's opinion?"
Xiao Xingyu didn't say whether it was true or not. Under the museum's special bronze light, his lips moved as he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. After a while, he patted her shoulder lightly: "Then we won't do it, right?
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"Oh, okay." Zhang Moyan was taken aback by his soliciting tone and unusual mood. Her belated sixth sense now noticed that Xiao Xingyu didn't seem to like this place very much.
It seems to be getting boring.
Perhaps it’s because for the Xiao family, azure glazed porcelain is more of a problem that generations have been confused about, struggled with, and struggled with but were frustrated...
Who would be in a good mood about something they can't handle?
"I've got it, it's getting late, let's go home quickly!" Zhang Moyan cheered up, her eyes filled with the meaning of "I'm not unhappy at all for not being able to take pictures."
"Okay." Xiao Xingyu smiled at her, then waved to the staff to lock the door.
The two of them walked side by side to the first floor. There were exquisite celadon portraits hanging on the walls along the way. Zhang Moyan would stop after taking two steps, either to read the words on them or to take some photos with his mobile phone. At first, Zhang Moyan was worried that her stop-and-go marching speed would make Xiao Xingyu angry. Unexpectedly, the eldest young master behaved like a gentleman throughout the whole process and would explain things to her from time to time. This made her even more unscrupulous in asking questions.
Ask the West.
"Teacher Xiao, just let me do an exclusive interview for you!"
Zhang Moyan felt that she was so great, she actually said this key sentence so naturally, without any abruptness, smoother than Dove, and without any deliberate feeling.
However, Xiao Xingyu immediately stopped talking and looked at her with condescending eyes. After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Moyan understood what he meant. The feeling that he was great was instantly wiped away, leaving only self-righteousness.
Discouraged.
"Okay, I get it! Then... Teacher Xiao, you said you want to introduce another interviewer to us, can you tell us who that person is?"
Let’s just get straight to the point. You’re going to have to ask these questions sooner or later anyway.
"That's just an idea, I'm still looking for candidates." Xiao Xingyu turned around with a princely air.
Zhang Moyan paused, then chased after him: "Still looking for something? Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes!" Xiao Xingyu walked downstairs easily.
Zhang Moyan chased him to the first floor and stood side by side: "Trouble, Mr. Xiao, can you please confirm it as soon as possible, because we still need to plan the interview plan according to the target audience. The program will be broadcast in June, and our production and review still need...ah sneeze!" I didn't know what he was spraying on the first floor. Zhang Moyan's nose itched and he couldn't help but sneeze. The sneeze was so sudden that it was not only loud and embarrassing, but also made a thin stream of mucus flow out from his nose.
It’s really embarrassing, but there is a man next to me!
Zhang Moyan hurriedly lowered her head and hurriedly searched for tissues in her two pockets, only to find them empty! Just as she was so embarrassed and angry, a handkerchief was put over her mouth and nose.
She raised her eyes and saw Xiao Xingyu wiping her nose like a father.
"Did you get choked? It should be workers painting things for next week's exhibition."
Zhang Moyan could no longer move, but the next second he sneezed unsatisfactorily.
Xiao Xingyu smiled and folded the handkerchief stained with her nose in half, and covered her nose again: "Come on, blow it again, let's get out quickly!"
This is completely the attitude of a kindergarten teacher towards children.
In the key chapter, Mo Yan really had a conditioned reflex and blew it hard.
"Thank you, thank you, Teacher Xiao!" Zhang Moyan snatched Xiao Xingyu's handkerchief and wiped it around his nose randomly. The feeling of social death swept through his body. The only luck was that no one saw it.
"Brother Xingyu, Miss Zhang!"
Just when I said that luckily no one saw me, I heard Zhou Xia's voice.
Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu followed the sound and saw Zhou Xia holding a folder in his hand and the museum curator walking toward them from the left aisle.
Judging from the distance between them, it goes without saying that the extremely rude scene must have been seen.
I really want to cover my face with a handkerchief!
"Have you finished visiting? Can you give us some valuable advice about our museum?" Zhou Xia looked at her with a smile, still as beautiful and generous as a princess.
The curator also said: "Yes, the third eye can best see problems. If there are any shortcomings, we will improve them immediately!"
Zhang Moyan bravely agreed: "How can I see the problem? Don't make fun of me."
My nose feels so itchy, I try to hold it back.
Zhou Xia still wanted to speak, but Xiao Xingyu suddenly said: "Go back quickly, I'm already starving to death! Is it time for you to get off work too?"
When he said this, Zhou Xia and the curator couldn't stop talking. The four of them said goodbye in a hurry, and Zhang Moyan hurriedly ran outside before the third sneeze came out.