temperature of the sun

The heating in the exhibition hall is fully turned on. If you hold hands all the time, it will inevitably feel sticky and uncomfortable.

Brother Liao had no choice but to put his arms around Lin Sheng's narrow shoulders, and shuttled through the exhibition hall like a little chicken.

There were a lot of people coming and going in the exhibition hall, and some of them were quite famous. Jiang Yanyi was too busy greeting them and had no time to hang around behind them.

But this is in line with Brother Liao's wishes. If a [-]-volt light bulb is always by his side, it will be too dazzling.

This year, only four tattoo drawings were exhibited, probably because the quality of the tattoos sent to the exhibition was not too high, and they couldn't pass Jiang Weiyi's eyes.

Liao Muyang took a cursory glance, and gave up when he saw that there was no one with the same style as his own, and started to wander around with his children wholeheartedly.

It's just that the main route is to listen to Jiang Yanyi's suggestion and head towards the ceramics and comics area inside.

Each area is separated by a minimalist hollow board. The innermost manga area and the ceramic area are separated by a board, but the pictures that catch the eye are very different.

To put it simply, one is bright and quiet, and the other is full of enthusiasm. Even the people who visit the exhibition are also of different styles.

Lin Sheng hesitated for a while standing between the partitions of the two districts, but decided to visit the less crowded ceramic district first.

Porcelain is mostly vases, plates, cups and the like, and of course there are some strange shapes and uses.

Brother Liao didn't have much interest in these things, so he just glanced at them casually and gave up. The main task was to pay attention to his own children.

Lin Sheng looked at the various kinds of porcelain placed on the display shelf. Although he thought it was very beautiful, he didn't feel like he wanted it until he saw a pair of porcelain cups in the corner.

The introduction card under the porcelain cup says the name of the porcelain cup is Haven.

The shape of the porcelain cup is two hands, one big and one small, but they can be tightly interlocked when put together.

The milky white porcelain has no other decorations and variegated colors, perhaps because of this plain simplicity that few people notice it.

Lin Sheng stood in front of the pair of porcelain cups and looked at them. It was rare for him to feel a little desire for something.

The value of a work of art itself is the value given to it by people.

a thousand reader with a thousand hamurate.

Lin Sheng looked at it, and only instantly remembered the hand that was holding her in the early morning of winter, and the temperature gradually spreading from the palm of the hand to the whole body.

It is like the temperature brought by the sun shining on the ground through the vast clouds and mist in the early morning of winter.

The hand won't let go easily after encircling him, like a warm and comfortable haven.

Special meaning, like tailor-made for Lin Sheng.

It's just that the desired emotion came and went quickly, Lin Sheng only blinked his eyes and looked at the porcelain cup one more time, then looked up at Liao Muyang squinting his eyes and smiled softly , raised his hand to signal to continue walking.

Brother Liao didn't ask, but he knew it in his heart.

After all, children don't know how to hide their thoughts, and all their emotions are expressed on their faces ten by ten. Although it is only overflowing for a moment, Brother Liao carefully captures it thoroughly.

Brother Liao turned around and glanced at the number plate and name of the porcelain cup before leaving, then took out his phone and sent Jiang Weiyi a message.

Most of the things in the exhibition hall are for sale. Liao Muyang also saw that the color of the introduction card just now was black, which meant that the porcelain cup was for sale.

Since it is for sale, Brother Liao will buy it back no matter what he says, who let him capture the slightest emotion that his children want.

After all, if you are already pampered, then you have to do your best to pamper her to the extreme.

The ceramic area is not big, so you can finish shopping in no time.

It also happened to be the time to visit the ceramics area, so the people in the comic area next door were evacuated, and it didn't seem so dense.

As soon as Lin Sheng entered the manga area, the feeling around him became a little different.

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It's like a sparkling little star that is excited when it sees something that I like and is very interested in.

This kind of liking is different from the liking I wanted when I saw the porcelain cup just now.

It's the kind of interest that likes, for example, Brother Liao will like a good-looking tattoo draft, but he won't get the tattoo he wants to possess.

I also have to say that Brother Liao's ability to observe and analyze the emotions of his children is really amazing, and he is absolutely guessing.

Unlike other comics, which can be done by just drawing a picture frame, it is unrealistic to display the whole article. The author can only capture a most satisfying fragment and display it.

This style of painting is also the style of each person. If you want to read the paintings in the entire exhibition area one by one, it will take about half an hour.

It was rare for Lin Sheng to be so interested in something, so naturally Liao Muyang would not interrupt him when he was concentrating on it seriously.

Brother Liao just accompanied Lin Sheng patiently, waiting for him to read all the words and stand still to digest the content before he asked slowly.

"Sheng Tsai likes comics?"

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's words, raised his head, smiled and nodded at Liao Muyang.

The undisguised liking sparkled in those grape eyes, which made Liao Muyang laugh, and rubbed his little head with his hand.

When Lin Sheng was seven years old, there was a small bookstore at the corner of the street next to the place where Lin Sheng lived, which was opened by a grandfather.

The old man's monthly pension is enough for him to enjoy his old age without doing anything, but after all, he has worked hard all his life and can't be idle when he gets old, so he opened a small bookstore.

I usually sit in the store flipping through newspapers and chatting with people I pass the time.

The grandfather is very kind. In 09, the Internet was not as developed as it is now. Most of the fun for children is to read comics, and the older ones are to watch and play game consoles.

Small bookstores often stock a lot of comics and comic books, of course not necessarily those published by regular publishing houses, genuine pirated editions are uneven, grandpas are old and sometimes they can’t recognize them clearly, and children don’t understand genuine pirated editions. Just look at it.

The old man became like an old child when he got old, and he also loves to chat with children. As long as the children cherish the books and don't damage them, the old man is very willing to accept these little people who read after school. When they meet, they want to take them home. Those who watched it later didn’t charge any money, and just wrote these two funny gossips.

Lin Sheng was probably the exception among the group of children. After all, the old man liked to chat with children, but Lin Sheng couldn't speak, and the old man couldn't understand sign language.

It's just that the old man was careful, and he noticed the child who would hide in the corner of the bookstore door every day after school, quietly peeking inside.

He gave the child a fifty-cent lollipop, bent down and whispered something in his ear.

"This is for you, no one else has it."

Xiao Linsheng was very polite and knew that he couldn't take other people's things casually. Even though he really wanted to eat the sweet candy, he waved his hand politely to the old man, indicating that he couldn't take it.

The old man acted like an old child. After stuffing the lollipop, he went back to the store and sat down. He said as he walked, "Come in and read a book if you are not in a hurry to go home. You children don't charge money. You can accompany my old man." Just do it."

At that time, Lin Sheng's mother hadn't left him to go away, and Lin Shuping often worked overtime until ten o'clock in the evening, so he didn't have to squeeze the time to go home, and more or less had some time for himself.

After all, the child's heart is not firm enough. From that day on, he would come to this small bookstore half an hour after school every day, holding a comic book with pinyin.

The old man sat next to the old man when he was there, and occasionally the old man sat in a corner where no one cared about when he went out temporarily.

It's just that this kind of life ended after just over a month.

Lin Sheng moved again.

This time it was a big city, and there were no small bookstores on the corners where you could take books home for free, and there were no kind old urchins.

The library where you can read books is far away from home, Lin Sheng can't go there alone, and comic books gradually fade out of his sight, but that love has remained unchanged until now.

As for why you like it.

Probably because the world of comics and comic books back then was probably the only pure land in Lin Sheng's childhood memory.