Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

1936, Nanjing.

The cold winter has passed, and the spring breeze has turned green the leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the road.

In a pottery carving shop in an ancient alley, a young man is sitting at the table. He holds a carving knife in his hand and is carefully carving the pottery in his hand.

"Brother Xiao Liu, your skills are getting better and better. I wonder when I will be as good as you."

Hearing this, Xiao Liu made the last stab, then raised his handsome eyebrows to look at the person beside him, "As long as you can calm down, you will definitely be better than me in the future."

"really?"

"Really, believe in yourself." After saying that, Cao Xiaoliu lowered his head and started cleaning up.

Not long after, Zhong Wen, the owner of the pottery carving shop, came over and said, "Xiao Liu, are you done?"

Cao Xiaoliu raised his head and arched his eyebrows, "Uncle, I'll be fine soon."

Zhong Wen looked at the pottery in Cao Xiaoliu's hand and was very satisfied with the texture of the carvings on it. He nodded, "After you finish your work, go to the back room to find me. I want to tell you something."

"it is good."

After Cao Xiaoliu responded, he finished the work at hand as quickly as possible, and then went in to find Zhong Wen.

"Uncle, what do you want from me?"

Zhong Wen was sitting at the table wearing a pair of reading glasses and waved to Cao Xiaoliu, "Come here."

"This is......"

"An extremely delicate picture of the country."

Cao Xiaoliu stared at the drawing on the table and frowned slightly, "If this picture were to be carved on pottery, it would probably take a lot of effort."

Zhong Wen took off his reading glasses, looked at Cao Xiaoliu and said with a smile: "Xiaoliu, uncle's eyes can hardly see the texture on this clearly, so I give this picture to you, are you sure you can carve it out completely? ?”

Cao Xiaoliu looked at the painting carefully again, and then nodded solemnly, "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely finish it in ten days at most."

"Don't worry, the customer gave us half a month. Slow work will make the difference. We are pottery carvers who are most cautious. You can take this painting away. The pottery will not be delivered until tomorrow. The customer will do it in half a month." I’ll come and pick it up myself.”

"I understand, uncle."

Cao Xiaoliu took the painting back and studied it carefully, and found that although there was a small figure in this picture of mountains and rivers, it somehow looked like the same person.

A person who has been in his heart for almost five years.

His thoughts gradually drifted away, and he remembered that the night before leaving Shanghai, Ah Qi pulled him and asked: "Brother Goudan, why did you leave? Isn't it good to be here?"

He said, "I just...promised my uncle, and I don't want to regret it."

"Then how long will you be leaving? When will you come back?"

He shook his head.

Ah Qi's eyes suddenly turned red, "Brother Goudan, can you not leave?"

He was silent for a moment and shook his head firmly again: "Ah Qi, I have to go."

What happened next, when he thought about it now, he still felt frightened.

Because Ah Qi kissed him.

The moment their lips touched each other, he saw Ah Qi's usually clear eyes become extremely dark, filled with some expressions that he couldn't understand.

Ah Qi bit him so hard that it hurt. He felt annoyed and bit him back.

They didn't let go of each other until their mouths were filled with blood.

His fingers subconsciously touched his lips, and his eyes softened.

After almost five years, he already understood the meaning of that kiss.

But, I don’t know if Ah Qi... still remembers him.

As a pottery carving master, the name Goudan was somewhat unpopular, so his uncle suggested that he change his name.

His father's surname was Cao, so he named himself Cao Xiaoliu.

Six, after all, is ranked higher than Qi, just like he is older than Qi.

In half a month, Cao Xiaoliu delivered the finished product to Zhong Wen without any surprise.

Zhong Wen put on his reading glasses and compared the pottery and paintings carefully, and finally nodded, "The carving is very good, Xiao Liu. The guests will come to pick it up at one o'clock in the afternoon. You prepare it and put it in the box. When the time comes, you will hand it over to the guest with your own hands.”

"Okay, uncle."

Before Cao Xiaoliu put the pottery into the wooden box, he gently touched the little figure that looked very much like Ah Qi with his fingers, and then carefully put the pottery in.

Before one o'clock in the afternoon, Cao Xiaoliu entered Zhong Wen's house, made tea and waited for the guest's arrival.

Soon, he heard Zhong Wen's voice coming from outside: "Mr. Hu, what you want is inside, please come with me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Zhong."

The other party's voice was young, but it was flat and cold, even a little indifferent.

When Cao Xiaoliu heard this voice, his heart beat faster for some reason.

Zhong Wen added: "Mr. Hu misunderstood. This piece of pottery was carved by my apprentice Cao Xiaoliu with a knife throughout the process."

"Oh? Cao Xiaoliu..."

Hearing his name come out of Mr. Hu's mouth, he was inexplicably nervous.

At the same time, the door opened.

"Xiao Liu, bring that piece of pottery over here."

"Yes." He turned around and moved the wooden box beside him, before he had a chance to take a look at what Mr. Hu looked like.

When he put down the wooden box and raised his head, Mr. Hu had his back turned to him and was looking up at the pottery carvings hanging on the wall. He didn't look back for a long time.

"Mr. Hu, don't you want to see if you are satisfied with the finished product first?" He couldn't help but ask.

"No need, I believe you will definitely satisfy me." While speaking, Mr. Hu did not turn his head.

Cao Xiaoliu was a little confused and turned to look at Zhong Wen.

Zhong Wen waved his hand, "Xiao Liu, you go out first."

Cao Xiaoliu left as he was told, only glancing in the direction of Mr. Hu again before going out.

The profile of the face is picturesque, the lines are smooth, and even the Adam's apple looks perfect.

Cao Xiaoliu withdrew his gaze and walked out.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the pottery carving shop was about to close, but Cao Xiaoliu was still in the shop. In order to carve the picture of mountains and rivers, he had delayed many other pottery carvings these days, so he could only light up the lamp and continue carving.

Time flows by bit by bit, and before you know it, the clock on the wall has pointed to ten o'clock.

Cao Xiaoliu stood up, stretched his body twice, and rubbed his dry belly, preparing to go out to eat something before going home.

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly outside the store.

He took off his work clothes, put on his thick coat, and walked over suspiciously.

At this point, who will knock on the door?

"Who is it?"

"My surname is Hu. I left something here during the day. Come back and get it."

The moment he heard this voice, Cao Xiaoliu immediately thought of Mr. Hu.

He opened the door and saw a man wearing a scarf and a gray fox hat. The scarf covered most of his face.

Mr. Hu was very tall, and Cao Xiaoliu had to raise his head slightly to see his exposed eyes, which were dark, bright, and somewhat deep.

He turned sideways and said, "Mr. Hu, please come in!"

After Mr. Hu entered, Cao Xiaoliu immediately closed the door because the wind outside was too strong.

"Mr. Hu, did you leave something behind during the day? Let me help you find it!"

"A pen."

Cao Xiaoliu entered Zhong Wen's room and immediately saw an exquisite box on the chair. He opened it and saw a pen lying inside.

My uncle can only write with a brush.

This thing must not belong to my uncle.

Cao Xiaoliu walked outside with the box and saw a gray fox hat and a scarf on the table nearby.

Mr. Hu was standing not far away, looking at him with burning eyes.