The watery moonlight shone on the gray roof tiles like fish scales, Zhang Moyan followed Uncle Chai into the ancient courtyard.
Pushing open two black wooden doors, I entered a small antique reception room. Then I turned to the west and saw an elegant door with carved patterns. Uncle Chai stepped forward and knocked lightly, and Xiao Guotao's voice came from inside.
"Please come in."
Xiao Guotao's study is very spacious, but it is so crowded that there is almost no place to stand.
Even though the room has three bookshelves and one porcelain shelf, it still can't accommodate the overwhelming number of books and the mountains of porcelain tiles. The desks and coffee tables in the room are all piled with things. At first glance, they look messy, but they feel orderly.
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The innermost part of the room is Xiao Guotao's desk. The chairs across the table are the only places in the room that can accommodate people. When Zhang Moyan came in, Xiao Guotao was standing by the bookshelf to the north of the desk, flipping through a thick book.
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"You sit down first." Xiao Guotao raised his hand to indicate to Zhang Moyan the chair in front of the desk.
"Mr. Xiao, do you have any news about Teacher Xiao?" Zhang Moyan asked as he stood still at the table.
It took seven or eight minutes to walk here from her small building. If you add in the time it took for Uncle Chai to walk over and call her, it would be almost a quarter of an hour. In this quarter of an hour, there might be news about Xiao Xingyu.
"Oh, I'm not sure about this yet." Xiao Guotao looked up from the reading glasses on his nose, his expression even more confused than Zhang Moyan's.
Zhang Moyan was disappointed with Xiao Guotao's reaction: "Aren't you worried at all? I haven't been able to contact him for a day."
Xiao Xingyu is your eldest grandson who you can expect in the future. How can you still read here leisurely when he is gone? You should use all your power in Ruzhou to launch a city-wide search!
Xiao Guotao smiled faintly and continued to look down at the book: "It doesn't matter if we don't contact each other for a day, we often don't contact each other for a week."
Zhang Moyan was surprised, what did you say? How can the usual no contact and today's no contact be compared? Didn't the police tell you that Xiao Xingyu was angry with her today?
At this time, Uncle Chai brought Zhang Moyan a cup of brewed tea.
"Miss Zhang, please sit down and have some tea."
What to drink? Does she look like she’s in the mood for tea?
Under Zhang Moyan's fierce gaze, Uncle Chai withdrew and gently closed the door.
Xiao Guotao continued to browse the book as thick as a brick by the bookshelf, feeling that the content on it was much more important than Xiao Xingyu's life and death.
Did Xiao Xingyu pick it up?!
It was a bit awkward to stand for a long time, so Zhang Moyan had to sit down first. After a long time, Xiao Guotao seemed to have found what he wanted in the book. He excitedly rushed to a notebook in front of the table and wrote a few lines, and then sat down with satisfaction.
Pick up the book and put it back on the bookshelf.
After finishing, he officially sat in front of Zhang Moyan.
Looking at the worried Zhang Moyan, Xiao Guotao took off his square-framed glasses: "Don't worry, Xingyu is no longer a child. He is very measured in what he does and has never made anyone worry about him."
Zhang Moyan was speechless. Can being strong be the reason why a person is not loved?
What else could she say.
Feel sad for Xiao Xingyu.
"Then why did you come to me?" I couldn't help but say this a little hastily. Since it was so fair, I guess it wasn't to ask her to accuse her or to squeeze out some clues to find Xiao Xingyu.<
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Xiao Guotao folded his glasses on his notebook, and his rough face suddenly turned serious: "I'm here to talk to you about the things you didn't confess to the police."
"You have nothing to confess to the police?" Zhang Moyan's back straightened up, obviously lacking confidence.
Xiao Guotao nodded: "I have come into contact with many reporters who are interested in our Xiao family in my life. Miss Zhang is the best among them. She was able to penetrate inside for seven or eight days before being discovered. I think you should have gained something."
Isn’t it quite rich?”
Zhang Moyan opened her eyes wide. To be honest, if Xiao Guotao hadn't praised her so highly, she wouldn't have felt that she was so good at all. But after he reminded her like this, she seemed to think that she was indeed quite amazing.
But this was not her deliberate intention, it was purely an accident.
"Can you tell me what achievements you have made?" Xiao Guotao asked with interest.
Zhang Moyan shook his head: "I have no results. In fact, Teacher Xiao has not accepted our exclusive interview yet... I am not as good as you said."
The corner of Xiao Guotao's mouth curled up in an arc that couldn't be called a smile: "You are too humble. You already know a lot of secrets that outsiders don't know, don't you?"
This rhetorical question made Zhang Moyan take a breath, and it was more effective for her than torture to extract a confession.
Ever since she was a child, she has not liked being speculated. When questioned, she would rather tell others the truth directly. She hates all the specious things in the world, so she doesn't like people making unreasonable assumptions about her.
"Yeah," Zhang Moyan admitted. After thinking about it, she truthfully concluded: "Actually, there aren't many, just two things."
Xiao Guotao looked at her deeply, waiting for her to continue.
"The first thing is that I know that your Xiao family has a Zhenyun Pavilion, which contains many famous non-celadon kilns. I have been in it; the second thing is that there is a Tongzhen monument on the mountain behind your house, with a
I have seen the names of many ancestors of the Xiao family who have produced azure-glazed porcelain."
Zhang Moyan mustered up the courage: "I'm sorry, I entered these two places presumptuously...I'm not very good at talking. If you want to deal with me, I will accept it without any complaints."
Xiao Guotao didn't speak. He leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a long time: "Xingyu has already told me these two things. It seems that your thoughts are much heavier than his."
Zhang Moyan frowned, this comment made her very uncomfortable: "Why did you say that?"
Xiao Guotao looked directly at her: "Why didn't you say that Man'er broke Lang Hong? You don't have to say that you have seen the Tongzhen Monument!"
Zhang Moyan was speechless. Did this Xiao Xingyu tell Xiao Guotao everything? He was really a filial son and a virtuous grandson!
"Let me ask you a question," Xiao Guotao's expression was serious and solemn, "if Xingyu agrees to your interview in the future, will you make the Tongzhen Monument public?"
"I won't." Zhang Moyan replied without any hesitation.
"Really?" Xiao Guotao asked, "Are you willing to give up this attraction?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Zhang Moyan pursed her lips: "Because Teacher Xiao said that this monument is not glorious."
Xiao Guotao's eyes were dim and he was silent for a long time, as if someone had told him something that was on his mind.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Zhang Moyan rubbed his palms: "Actually, I think your idea is quite strange. It's tragic to burn azure glazed porcelain but not be able to analyze the principle. But not everyone can do it.
There is such an opportunity, right?"
Xiao Guotao was surprised by her "I'm so lucky" tone.
Zhang Moyan added: "In my opinion, Tianqing Glaze Porcelain is like a lost child, but it has been lost for a long time, but I believe that as long as we keep looking for her and don't give up hope, one day the child will come back."
Home!"
"Lost child?" Xiao Guotao repeated her analogy with emphasis.
Zhang Moyan nodded dully, slightly timid. This analogy seemed a bit childish.
But this is indeed her idea.
Two different ideas collided, and the two sides maintained a stalemate across the table for a long time.
"Do you like us walking in the rain?" Xiao Guotao suddenly asked.
Zhang Moyan was stunned. He never expected that Xiao Guotao would ask this as the first sentence after he opened his mouth. Monk Zhang Er was confused.