Xiao Xingyu lowered his eyelids and declined the good guy card: "I don't have a plot about the Holy Father. I will talk about her carefully next time. This kind of fantasy is still spread everywhere. It sounds like a conspiracy theory that I don't have a Holy Father.
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Zhang Moyan choked: "Don't say that about Zhou Xia. Maybe I didn't explain it well. She didn't mean it at all."
Xiao Xingyu glanced at her sideways and said nothing.
"Then," Zhang Moyan asked tentatively: "What is the reason why you quit the porcelain world?"
Xiao Xingyu was silent for a while, then he weighed the little great-aunt up with one hand: "Haven't you heard a truth? To confide your thoughts to others casually is to show your weakness to others; this weakness will make people subconsciously
You will be looked down upon by others, and you will even become a pestle for others to take advantage of you in the future."
Zhang Moyan was confused by his unexpected philosophy of life.
The implication is that Xiao Xingyu didn't want to tell her the reason for quitting.
Zhang Moyan didn't force it. She was self-aware. She even guessed that Zhou Xia was his relative. How could he rip out his heart and soul for someone he had only known for a few days? What's more, her identity was still dependent on her traffic.
Journalists fighting for KPIs.
"Xingyu, will Guotao's name be written there in the future?" asked the little aunt, pointing to the position behind the last name on the stone tablet.
Zhang Moyan almost bit off his tongue, what a childish thing! How can Xiao Guotao discuss this matter when he is still alive and well?!
But looking at Xiao Xingyu's expression, it seemed that she didn't have such scruples.
The three people's eyes fell on that position. The temperature in the air seemed to have dropped several degrees, and it felt cool even if you breathed it in your chest.
"It may not be here," Xiao Xingyu raised his hand and pointed to the empty space above the sixteen names, "Maybe it will be there."
Both girls were surprised.
The area that Xiao Xingyu pointed to was secretly decorated with some entangled branches. Zhang Moyan thought it was decoration at first, but he didn't expect that it could also be engraved. However, once he accepted this setting, he felt that there was something wrong with that place.<
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Imagine adding a name there, and the entire monument will form a pattern of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and a hundred responses.
"Why? Why can Guotao choose from both sides, but they," the little aunt and grandma drew a circle on the sixteen names in the air with her little hand, and asked curiously, "they can only write here?"
The little aunt asked the question that Zhang Moyan wanted to ask.
"Because," Xiao Xingyu's smile looked a little complicated, "He may find out the formula of azure glaze, and then his name can be written in the above position."
That position was slightly higher than Xiao Xingyu. He raised his head slightly, and the light reflected from the stone tablet covered his elegant profile like smoke.
Zhang Moyan was shocked when he heard this: "You mean, that place is reserved for the person who finally reveals the secret of the azure glaze porcelain craftsmanship?"
"Yes," Xiao Xingyu sighed slightly, "I have been waiting for that person in that position."
Zhang Moyan opened his mouth, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.
How long have you been waiting for that person?
She couldn't imagine that number.
"Only when there is a name there, can all the names on this monument have a glorious moment." Xiao Xingyu said slowly and sadly.
Zhang Moyan turned her head in surprise: "You...don't you think these names are honorable?"
Xiao Xingyu pursed his lips: "You have mixed feelings! But in the end, it is more sad than happy. When this famous monument was erected, it was indeed commemorated as an honor to inspire future generations. It is not a house, but a house.
It is a stele pavilion that anyone from any village can come to pay homage to."
"How did it become a house later?"
"It is said that just over two hundred years later, our ancestors built houses to cover it up."
Zhang Moyan vaguely felt something: "Because it's been too long, and the great achievements are still unfulfilled. It's a bit ugly?"
"Absolutely," Xiao Xingyu exclaimed, "longer time will only prove incompetence. The ancestors who built this house must have felt that the sages on the monument did not want many people to see them!"
It sounds a bit heartless, but if you think about it, it may be true. The more names on this monument and the longer the time span, it can only prove how difficult this thing is. How can it provide any encouragement?
What is the role of future generations?
Maybe there will be unscrupulous descendants pointing at them and saying: "Look, so many powerful predecessors have not done it, why can we do it? This is simply an impossible task, so don't waste your efforts." It is completely understandable why the Xiao family wanted to lock up this monument in their house.
This place used to feel heavy and depressing, but now that I hear this, it makes me even more breathless.
Xiao Xingyu also noticed it, so he cheered up and said: "Only when we look back on the day of victory, each of these names will have meaning. At that time, people will see that because of their persistence, the mission will be passed down from generation to generation, and the mission will be passed down from generation to generation."
The superposition of effects leads to the final victory."
"Yeah!" Zhang Moyan nodded affirmatively and said encouragingly: "No matter whether the formula of azure glaze has been researched or not, the ancestors on these monuments at least left hope for future generations. Later generations will see the heaven they burned.
Celadon glazed porcelain, at least I believe that it is possible for azure glazed porcelain to be refired!"
Zhang Moyan originally wanted to boost her fighting spirit, but unexpectedly, Xiao Xingyu's eyebrows dropped as she spoke.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Moyan asked confused.
Xiao Xingyu said calmly: "The azure glazed porcelain they fired will not be left behind."
Zhang Moyan didn't understand this sentence.
Xiao Xingyu let out a long sigh and said regretfully: "In order to prevent their works from confusing the market in future generations, we have a family rule that unless there is one winner in the end, all the azure-glazed porcelain produced by the others will be destroyed personally during their lifetime."<
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"Ah?!" The little aunt and grandma's eyes almost fell out.
Xiao Xingyu rubbed his face: "Now that I've told you the secret here, it's worth getting beaten when you go back."
The little great-aunt immediately flattened her mouth when the sad thing was mentioned: "Why aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid of being beaten? I know! You must be lying to me, we won't be beaten at all, right?" p>
"You think beautifully!"
……
Xiao Xingyu and the little aunt and grandma were already quarreling, but Zhang Moyan was still in a state where he couldn't digest the stone at all.
Are they all going to fall?!
Regardless of the value of azure glazed porcelain in the past dynasties, or how small the chance of its appearance is, just because of its unique and shocking beauty, how can you bear to get rid of it, and... the creator has to personally
Start?
How is this different from killing your own child?!
It’s too cruel, too tragic, and requires too much courage...
Suddenly, she remembered the way Xiao Guotao threw porcelain in the backyard of the kiln. No wonder the old man was so cruel to those exquisite porcelain. It must be because he understood that if he could not study the craftsmanship of azure glazed porcelain, he would throw it away one day.
It is my best work.
She seemed to understand why Xiao Xingyu told her not to take pictures of those pieces of azure glazed porcelain in the museum.