There were only Xiaomei and me on the second underground floor of the Blue Sky Hotel, Nuoda, and the surrounding area seemed a bit empty.
Looking at the clock No. 7 placed on the wooden stand, Xiaomei said with an ugly face: "Just do what I said just now, the godfather will leave in a few days, we can hide it if we can, and don't let him know.
"
I originally wanted to help, but I didn't expect to get into trouble. I asked Xiaomei if she could hide.
What would be the consequences if the godfather found out?
"as a result of?"
Xiaomei took a deep breath and said: "You have only known the godfather for a few days. You don't know what it looks like when he gets angry. Once he gets angry, no one dares to go up and persuade him. It may be because of his boxing practice. A doctor recommended him to learn boxing before.
Try to adjust your mood and listen to some classical music appropriately."
When I went back at night, thinking about Xiaomei's words, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. It was almost dawn, and I was still wandering around the room wearing slippers.
I shudder at the thought of some terrible consequences.
"Xiaomi, where are you?" I couldn't help it, so I called Xiaomi.
"Brother Feng, we have returned to Yulin. We are here at Baotou. Baotou asked you just now."
I didn't mention last night's text message because it wouldn't help if I did, so it would be better not to mention it.
"Can you come to Handan and try to help repair a bronze chime?"
"Going to Handan to repair chimes?"
On the phone, Xiaomi's voice sounded unexpected.
I said yes, and then I told Xiaomi about the difficulties I encountered, wondering if she could do anything about it.
There is a basis for why I invited Xiaomi.
Do you still remember the Ashoka Tower with holes drilled in the bottom?
That tower was repaired by Uncle Liao, and most people would never be able to tell it after it was repaired.
Repairing cultural relics and imitating cultural relics are both crafts, and each family's craftsmanship is a secret that is not spread to others.
A few years ago, the documentary about me repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City became popular, which made many young laymen understand this profession. However, they did not know that it was just the tip of the iceberg. In addition to the Forbidden City, there are many masters hidden among the people.
Xiaomi listened to my story and said hesitantly on the phone: "Brother Feng, I understand what you mean. It's hard to say without seeing the real thing. You have to see it with your own eyes. I have nothing to do here. I will set off at noon and leave in the evening."
I can get to you."
I said yes, come here and pay attention to safety on the road.
At around 10 o'clock that night, Xiaomi told me that she had arrived at Handan Railway Station. There was no direct bus No. 808 at that time, so I took a taxi directly from Wu'an to Handan, which took more than an hour.
When I arrived at West Railway Station, I saw Xiaomi standing in front of the West Railway Station Supermarket.
She was carrying a black backpack, had a crew cut, a peaked cap, jeans and a black cotton-padded jacket. She had her hands in her pockets and was stamping her feet in the cold.
There is one thing I didn't expect. Xiaomi didn't tell me on the phone this morning.
Uncle Liao actually came too...and at that time, Uncle Liao was standing behind Xiaomi.
I walked over quickly and called them.
"Uncle Liao, haven't you been recovering from your injuries? Why did you come here in person?"
Xiaomi ran over and hugged my arm and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, I asked the master to come here. My skills are still weak, but it will be different when the master comes. It will definitely be fine, Brother Feng."
Uncle Liao smiled and nodded at me: "We are old, and it takes a few months to recover from some injuries. Let's go. Without further ado, let's go see things first."
I took a taxi and rushed back to Lantian. Xiaomei was already waiting in the basement.
"Have you gone to bed yet?" I asked in a low voice.
Xiaomei said that the godfather came to see the chime once during the day, but he did not find anything wrong with the No. 7 chime.
"That's okay...fortunately." I breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.
After trying the chime tone with a small mallet, Uncle Liao frowned: "How could it be like this? The sound is too unpleasant."
