Chapter 80 Men are most attractive when they are serious
"Ouch!" Xiao Xingyu ran over distressed, rolled up his sleeves and helped the old man fish out the plum vase from the glaze water, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. There were already scratches on the vase, he
Shaking his head, he looked at the old man with an expression ready to be beaten: "I can't save you, grandpa, this is all my fault!"
This old man is Xiao Guotao.
"Xingyu, why are you back? Have you just arrived?" The old man came back to his senses, looking very surprised and not at all annoyed that his work was destroyed.
"Well! I missed you. I didn't come back during the Chinese New Year. I'll come back to see you when I have time!" Xiao Xingyu said sincerely. He put the invalid plum vase aside and naturally took a bladder from the long table.
Hold the vase with your left hand, lift the wooden spoon beside the glaze vat with your right hand and pour a spoonful of glaze water into the vase.
Then, he put down the wooden spoon, held the plain embryo in his skeletal hands, tilted it sideways, and rotated it 360 degrees to pour the glaze water out of the bottle. With skillful techniques, when the glaze water was completely poured out, the inside of the bottle had already been evenly distributed.
Apply glaze.
Xiao Xingyu at this moment is different from any other. Having seen so many of his handsome and cool looks, I’m a little surprised by how quiet and focused he looks at the moment.
The light above his head shines on his black hair, like a layer of jumping platinum particles. His handsome profile is clear, and his slender neck is bent into a graceful arc. He is holding a gallbladder bottle in his hand like a swaddled baby.
, his movements were elegant and beautiful, and the turbid glaze water covered his strong forearms, dripping down into the jar drop by drop.
Xiao Xingyu's eyes, expression, and movements are all extremely gentle. In the oil painting-like picture, his whole body exudes a light like warm water. The air seems to have stopped, and time has stopped too.
Sure enough, a man is most charming when he is serious. At this moment, Xiao Xingyu is almost too handsome to be true.
Xiao Guotao stood up and stirred the glaze jar vigorously for more than ten times with a long wooden stick. After the water surface calmed down, Xiao Xingyu, like Xiao Guotao did before, grabbed the bottom of the bile bottle and slowly submerged it into the water with his hands.
Apply slight force on the bottle, and then lift it up at a constant speed. The entire bottle has been perfectly glazed for the first time. (Your porcelain needs to be glazed a second time.)
"Be careful." Xiao Guotao breathed softly and stared at Xiao Xingyu's hand.
"There are a lot of them."
Xiao Xingyu carefully placed the bottle of bile on the workbench and took an old towel nearby to wipe his arms.
"Perfect! Much better than your dad!" Xiao Guotao exclaimed happily, took a brush from the pen holder on the table, dipped it in the full glaze water, and refilled the glaze on the bottle where Xiao Xingyu's hands were. p>
The kiln fire is blazing in the room. This beautiful and warm scene of an old man and a young man is difficult to describe in words. At this moment, Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao feel like masters discussing Taoism. The spiritual world of the dialogue between the two is probably unparalleled in the world.
People can intervene.
After a few strokes of painting, the work was done. The old man stood up happily and then noticed that there was another person in the room.
Xiao Guotao hesitantly maintained a half-sitting and half-standing posture, raised his hand to take off his glasses from the beam, and looked at Zhang Moyan carefully.
"You are..." Xiao Guotao squinted his eyes and stood up straight.
The old man is very old and very thin. His weather-beaten face is already covered with wrinkles. He wears a pair of old-fashioned square-framed glasses. He has the temperament of an old-time intellectual. He exudes an air of upright elegance and deep flowing water without opening his mouth.
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Zhang Moyan had seen Xiao Guotao's photo in the literature, but when he saw the real person, he still felt that it was different from the photo. The old man in front of him was obviously much older.
Xiao Guotao asked who Zhang Moyan was, and Zhang Moyan looked at Xiao Xingyu...it seemed that he still planned to let her introduce herself?
After another 5 seconds, Zhang Moyan was sure that this was what Xiao Xingyu meant, so he had to walk up to Xiao Guotao calmly: "Hello, Mr. Xiao, I am a private bodyguard hired by Teacher Xiao. My name is Zhang Moyan."<
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There was no other way. Although the identity of a bodyguard was very shocking, she had to maintain the same tone in front of everyone, so she had no choice but to be a bodyguard to the end.
"Zhang Moyan?" The old man's eyes still stayed on Zhang Moyan's face, "Is the bow stretched?"
Zhang Moyan immediately said: "Oh no, I am Li Zaozhang."
The old man nodded: "There are not many people with this surname Zhang. It seems that there are more people in Hubei and Jiangxi. Are you from Hubei or Jiangxi?"
Zhang Moyan smiled lightly and shook his head. The old man was really knowledgeable: "I am not from Hubei or Jiangxi, I am from Shenhai."
"Oh." The old man nodded clearly.
The old man looked at her with a very strong gaze, almost like inspecting goods. Even someone like Zhang Moyan, who has met many famous people and usually doesn't care much about other people's eyes, was stared at like a newcomer.
as an intern.
"Xingyu, why do you want a bodyguard?" The old man suddenly asked Xiao Xingyu worriedly, "Are you in any danger?"
Xiao Xingyu chuckled, waved his hands, and quickly reassured his grandfather: "No, no, I have a friend who opened a security service company and launched a new bodyguard service, let me experience it!"
I really know how to make up stories.
Experience the experience?
Zhang Mo twitched her eyebrows, why do you think this word is a bit weird? She is not a smart electronic product.
Xiao Guotao actually believed this completely untenable reason and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, but you still have to be more careful when you go out."
Xiao Xingyu agreed in a very filial and virtuous manner: "That's for sure, don't worry! Among the big family, who should be least worried about, who else besides me!"
The old man was actually coaxed by his exaggerated language to the point where he was smiling with wrinkles all over his face.
They talked about other people and things, but Zhang Moyan didn't understand much. He looked around casually, and suddenly his attention was attracted by an open notebook on the table.
This is a cowhide notebook about an inch thick. Two-thirds of it has been used. The opened page is covered with handsome handwriting. Zhang Moyan looked at it carefully. In addition to the words, there are dense writings on it.
Many things similar to chemical formulas.
"Pa!"
The notebook in front of her was closed. Zhang Moyan raised her head and met Xiao Guotao's kindly smiling eyes. Xiao Xingyu on the side gave her a warning look with a frown. Although neither of them spoke, she already felt that she was reading.
The presumptuousness of notes.
Zhang Moyan nodded slightly, apologized, and quickly left the table three steps away.
She spent the rest of the time sitting on a wooden bench with her hands folded on her knees, as good as Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. Xiao Xingyu and the old man glazed several more bottles and jars.
, the two of them work together seamlessly, and the picture is pleasing to the eye.
I don’t know how long it took, but footsteps sounded outside, and then Wang Ma and Uncle Chai walked in together.
"Sir, dinner is ready. You and Xing Yu can go to the living room to eat together." Uncle Chai glanced at the gas kiln, "Let me guard here."
Zhang Moyan didn't expect to hear someone being called "Master" in this era, which made her feel that she had entered a very interesting world.
Family laws, ancient houses, masters... some very ancient and traditional things seem to still continue in the Xiao family.
Time and space are intertwined here, and ancient times and modern times seem to partially overlap.