In the early morning, the sky outside the window is slightly bright.
Snap, there was a sound of broken bottles.
Zhang Moyan, who was already familiar with the bed, immediately opened her eyes from a very light sleep. She did not see the familiar ceiling. The unfamiliar canopy bed made her feel dazed for a while. It took a long time to remember that she was in Xiao Xingyu's room.
Ruzhou home.
Snap!
There was another sound of a vessel falling apart after impact, and this time Zhang Moyan completely woke up from the chaotic half-dream state.
I pricked up my ears with the quilt closed on the bed. About three minutes later, there was another similar sound of breaking.
Zhang Moyan was lying on the bed calculating, and this sound would sound almost every two or three minutes.
Is someone arguing and throwing things?
It’s not very similar.
It was too quiet. If people were so angry that they would throw pots and bowls, there would usually be an indissoluble quarrel, but...it didn't seem to happen.
Moreover, the sound of smashing things did not sound like a roaring competition, but came out one after another with a certain rhythm, much like they were thrown out one by one.
Zhang Moyan really couldn't figure out what was going on, so she got up and opened the window.
Immediately, the jagged pavilions and pavilions, with red flowers and green leaves scattered throughout them, and the house that was covered by the night last night suddenly appeared in front of our eyes, and the panoramic view appeared.
Shocked for a while, Zhang Moyan carefully identified the strange sounds that seemed to come from the kiln house.
Unfortunately, her location is only four or five meters higher than a single-story building. At most, she can only see the courtyard of the kiln house, and her view behind is blocked.
Half concerned, half curious, Zhang Moyan hurriedly washed up in the bathroom, changed a set of clothes, and went downstairs to take a closer look at the kiln room.
It was still early at this time, and the courtyard was extremely quiet. Walking there, Zhang Moyan suddenly had the illusion that no one else could hear the sound except herself.
Walking into the small courtyard of the kiln house, there was no one inside. When entering the living room, the rows of shelves and workbenches were still the same as they were seen yesterday, but the blazing kiln had been extinguished, like a cold fireplace. The shattering sound continued, and there was only a wall between them. Zhang Moyan followed the sound and walked in. He passed through a hexagonal door, walked through a short corridor, and entered a wide backyard. He was immediately attracted by the scene in front of him.
I was shocked by what I saw——
In the middle of the yard, there is a pile of broken porcelain more than two meters high and ten meters in diameter. It is green and jade in color, just like a jade mountain!
Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao stood side by side on the porch about ten meters away from Yushan. Next to them was a large double-decker trolley filled with blue and green porcelain.
When Zhang Moyan arrived, Xiao Guotao had just taken out a cyan porcelain bowl from the cart. After rubbing it in his hands, he saw him throwing the porcelain bowl onto the jade mountain.
After smashing it, Xiao Guotao thought thoughtfully for a while, then raised his head and straightened his chest, as if he had gathered the courage to start again, and picked up another piece of porcelain from the trolley, still stroking it, and throwing it out.
The old man repeated these actions monotonously, while Xiao Xingyu smoked gracefully beside him without any dissuasion or interference. Apart from the sound of porcelain hitting the jade mountain, the whole process was actually very quiet.
After about a dozen more drops, Xiao Xingyu threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his leather shoe, and said to Xiao Guotao: "Grandpa, take a rest and let me do it!"
The old man stopped, Xiao Xingyu turned sideways and took out a porcelain washer from the trolley, and then he saw Zhang Moyan standing at the entrance of the yard.
His eyes were fixed on her gray denim jacket, and he stayed there for at least half a minute. Then he glanced over as if he didn't see her, and slammed the porcelain wash on the jade mountain with all his strength.
With a "bang" sound, the porcelain washer shattered into pieces. Due to the strong impact, many broken porcelain pieces piled on the top of the mountain were shaken and slid down.
Xiao Guotao also noticed something strange. He looked to the side with surprise on his face: "Miss Zhang? Oh, did the sound from us affect you?"
"No, I woke up a long time ago." Zhang Moyan replied to Xiao Guotao's words, but his eyes were looking at Xiao Xingyu. His look just now was really... disgusting, and now he is not looking at her at all.
When Xiao Guotao faced this innocent little white rabbit, he was as confused as the little white rabbit.
"Mr. Xiao, what are you doing?" Zhang Moyan walked over slowly, his movements a little stiff.
"Oh," Xiao Guotao smiled hastily and replied simply, "We burned some defective products yesterday and we are dealing with them."
At this time, Xiao Xingyu threw away another piece of porcelain, and the huge sound shook Xiao Guotao.
"Teacher Xiao...Good morning." Zhang Moyan dared to say hello to Xiao Xingyu.
Xiao Xingyu's face was as cold as ice and he didn't pay attention. He picked up a Sanxi Zun from the side and threw it out. This time he didn't make much noise, but he seemed determined to treat Zhang Moyan like nothing.
Zhang Moyan looked at her new clothes and explained to him: "My clothes..."
"You can wear whatever you want! Treat what I say as farts!" Xiao Xingyu failed to take her as air after all.
Xiao Guotao was dumbfounded: "Xingyu, how could you talk to a lady like that?! There's no manners at all."
Zhang Moyan quickly said to Xiao Guotao: "No, no, it's my problem. Teacher Xiao and I have some misunderstandings."
Zhang Moyan received a beautiful eye roll from Xiao Xingyu, and Xiao Guotao showed a puzzled expression.
"Mr. Xiao, these..." Zhang Moyan had no choice but to change the topic and turned his attention to the cart that had been processed for a third, and took a closer look, "These porcelains are so exquisite, how could they be defective? I used to
I have also seen some porcelain exhibitions, and I feel that compared with those on display, no matter the shape or glaze color, they are more perfect!"
When he said the word "perfect", Zhang Moyan clearly felt Xiao Guotao startled for a moment, and then watched him slowly take out a gourd bottle, his old hands gently turning the vessel and caressing it, his eyes loving and caring.
It's like looking at one's own child.
With this look and emotion, Zhang Moyan couldn't help but guess: "Mr. Xiao, are they all your works?"
Xiao Guotao's hand holding the gourd bottle was slightly steady, and Xiao Xingyu also glanced at her, but the reporter's inertia had already made her make further speculations before receiving this glance: "These porcelains are the ones you just came to last night."
The kiln where it was fired?"
The air suddenly became quiet, except for a few crisp birdsong.
This silence is already the answer.
Zhang Moyan felt unbelievable again. The porcelain in front of him was made by a master. It was smooth and pure, with beautiful bones and clear appearance, and emitted a delicate and soft light. Was it a defective product that was about to be destroyed?
Zhang Moyan didn't understand very much: "It's such a pity that such a good work has been made with so much hard work and is just like this..."
Xiao Guotao seemed to be in a trance. He touched the porcelain in his hand for a long time and then said calmly: "Everyone's standard for measuring 'good' is different."
Zhang Moyan pondered the old man's words and asked boldly: "You think they are bad because they are not azure?"
Xiao Guotao's eyes trembled, but he quickly regained his composure: "...Yes."
It's like a child who was accidentally seen failing in a test paper. He tried to cover it up at first, but found that he couldn't hide it and simply admitted it.
Xiao Guotao's answer confirmed Zhang Moyan's suspicion that yesterday's kiln fire was indeed an experiment in refiring azure-glazed porcelain.
