Flying in love with relatives and friends

Bai Zuohan didn't wake up until nightfall. He sat up and rubbed his sleepy face, and when he looked up, he saw Le Zhengqi sitting at the desk with his head in his arms, doing homework.

Bai Zuohan coughed twice, indicating that he was awake.

Le Zhengqi looked back at him, and said with a sad face, "Professor Bai, are you awake?"

Bai Zuohan looked out the window sleepily, "It's getting late, I've been nagging you for a long time, sorry, I should go back to eat."

"Okay, goodbye." Le Zhengqi continued to do his homework.

Bai Zuohan thought in embarrassment: "How did Wei Nanhe educate your dead child? You don't know how to be polite and let me stay for dinner?" Thinking of this, he asked, "Where is Nanhe?"

"We're making the glaze."

"Well, I'll tell him that I'm awake..." Bai Zuohan's stomach was gurgling with hunger, thinking that Wei Nanhe would let him eat, so he got up and tidied his clothes before leaving .

"No need, he's very busy." Le Zhengqi bit his pen and said vaguely, "He told me to tell you, get out when you wake up, and don't disturb my homework."

Ow!Bai Zuohan suffered from hypoglycemia, at this time he was so hungry that his soles were weak, he reluctantly washed his face and walked out of the wooden building, and bumped into Yang Xiaokong head-on, Yang Xiaokong said: "Professor Bai, are you awake?"

Bai Zuohan immediately put on a serious look, "Oh, yes, I'm going back."

"Goodbye, Professor Bai."

Bai Zuohan silently scratched the door frame with his nails, thinking: "Why don't you let me stay for dinner?"

Watching Yang Xiaokong go down the steps into the Zhuangbi Hall, disappearing from sight, Bai Zuohan took a deep breath, ran into the glaze distribution room, grabbed Wei Nanhe and asked inarticulately: "What, When do you have dinner?"

Wearing a mask, Wei Nanhe answered him blankly: "We've already eaten."

"Then is there any food left, what food is left?"

"The leftovers are fed to the dogs."

Bai Zuohan wiped the sweat all over his head: "Help me find something to eat, I have hypoglycemia again."

Wei Nanhe stirred the glaze vat with a ladle, "You are so troublesome."

"I'm about to faint..." Bai Zuohan stomped his feet.

Wei Nanhe didn't know what to do, he dropped the water ladle, poked his head to look outside the door, just in time to see Bai Weiyu, and shouted: "Weiyu! Do you have any biscuits or something?"

Bai Weiyu came over and shook his head again and again: "No, Brother Wei, do you want to add biscuits to the glaze?"

"Shit!" Wei Nanhe poked back with his thumb, "Professor Bai is starving to death, go find him something to eat."

Standing with arms folded, Bai Zuohan smiled calmly at Bai Weiyu, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Wei Nanhe looked coldly: "Then do you want it or not?"

Bai Zuohan said slowly: "I don't like snacks very much. Since I'm a bit hungry, I can eat one or two biscuits."

Bai Weiyu scratched his head, "Then let me ask Xiao Kong."

As soon as Bai Weiyu turned around, Bai Zuohan tremblingly supported Wei Nanhe, "No, no, I can't stand still, find a chair for me to sit on..."

Wei Nanhe was speechless.

After a while, Yang Xiaokong came in with a bag of bread, "Professor Bai, I heard from Weiyu that you are hungry, and I don't have biscuits, can I have bread?"

Bai Zuohan sat on the chair and leaned on the back gracefully, took the bread and smiled: "Yes, thank you."

Yang Xiaokong touched his finger and asked suspiciously: "Professor Bai, why are your hands so cold? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, how could it be?" Bai Zuohan raised his legs leisurely.

Yang Xiaokong didn't take it seriously either, and went around to Wei Nanhe, "Senior brother Wei, what kind of glaze is this?"

"Shadow Blue."

"This kind of glaze burns beautifully like jade."

"It must be a good glaze, and the whiter the clay, the more translucent it will be."

Bai Zuohan took a sip of bread politely, chewed slowly, saw that the two people were talking about academic issues with great interest, so he interjected impatiently: "Xiao Kong, have you practiced sketching recently?"

"Yes, I practice every day."

"Really? Did you read the structure I changed for you last time?"

"Look."

"Then show me your recent sketches." Professor Bai said earnestly.

Yang Xiaokong hurriedly agreed, and hurried to get the sketchbook. As soon as he stepped out of the room, Bai Zuohan's eyes suddenly became ferocious.

The corner of Wei Nanhe's mouth twitched: "...just keep pretending."

Bai Zuohan roughly wiped his mouth with his cuff, "Let me tell you, you have to pretend no matter what in front of the students, otherwise how can you establish the prestige of the professor? Hiccup... it's over, I hiccupped, is there any water?"

"...Go to the kitchen and look for it."

"There is still some distance to go to the kitchen! Hiccup, hiccup! Wouldn't it be disrespectful for people to see me hiccupping? Hiccup!" Bai Zuohan walked around in the glaze distribution room, turned on the faucet and gulped down two big mouthfuls of tap water.

Wei Nanhe couldn't take it anymore: "Have you made a fool of yourself? Get out of here when you're full!"

Bai Zuohan looked at the time and slapped his thigh, "I really should go."

"Where are you going to fool around?"

Bai Zuohan put his arm around his shoulders, "Would you like to watch the pole dance with me?"

A drop of cold sweat fell from Wei Nanhe's forehead: "I'm not interested in such low-level things..."

"What is low-level? There are no low-level things, only low-level mentality! I appreciate them with an artistic eye. I am noble and pure!" Bai Zuohan described with dancing: "They twisted and twisted on stage. , I was so inspired, the mannequins invited in the school, who can pose such a dynamic and lewd pose?"

Wei Nanhe: "...It doesn't matter if you can be a little more obscene!"

Bai Zuohan shook his index finger in front of him seriously, and smiled lewdly: "You, those who make traditional art are born with dead brains!"

Just as Bai Zuohan finished speaking, Yang Xiaokong rushed in like a gust of wind, "Professor Bai, here's the sketchbook."

Bai Zuohan's expression changed, and a warm and bright smile bloomed: "Oh! What a coincidence, Xiaokong, I have something urgent right now."

Yang Xiaokong was very disappointed when he heard the words: "Oh...then you are busy, I will show it to you next time."

"I'm sorry, there is another meeting in the sculpture group tonight. I didn't want to go. Too much entertainment takes up a lot of creative time. It's really annoying! I have to ask the director for my opinion..." Bai Zuohan pretended to be troubled Look, took Yang Xiaokong's sketchbook: "That's it, I'll take this book home to read, if there are any problems, I can use colored pencils to help you correct it, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Yang Xiaokong nodded gratefully.

Bai Zuohan waved the water drops on his collar, and his sincere tone was like a spring breeze: "Your sketches are very precise in composition, but they are not sharp enough, and your writing is not strong enough. These problems must be corrected, you know?"

"Know……"

"Okay, then I'll go first, goodbye." Bai Zuohan walked away and turned around, waving his hands and smiling kindly, his every move could not conceal his elegant and refined temperament.

Yang Xiaokong's eyes are full of adoring little stars: "Goodbye, Professor Bai..."

Wei Nanhe thought to himself: "When I think that this scumbag has a higher title than me, I want to blow up the school!"

Bai Weiyu passed by and gestured in front of Yang Xiaokong, "Are you stupid?"

Yang Xiaokong's face was slightly hot, he patted his hand away and said in embarrassment: "What are you doing..."

Bai Weiyu looked away and said, "Have you eaten enough for the white narcissus?"

"Don't call him Bai Narcissus!" Yang Xiaokong was upset.

Bai Weiyu sneered: "Okay, I'm Narcissus!"

Yang Xiaokong watched Bai Zuohan disappearing into the horizon in his Land Rover, and murmured in despair, "I think it would be more suitable to describe him as a lotus flower..."

"Pfft..." Bai Weiyu choked on his own saliva, "Xiaokong, you really know how to joke! Haha..."

Yang Xiaokong said seriously: "I'm not joking."

Bai Weiyu couldn't laugh anymore, but Wei Nanhe's scalp was numb and he thought: "I really want to tear off his white lotus skin and show you!"

Without academic papers, the chance of being named a full professor is zero, and there is only one vacancy in the Academy of Fine Arts this year. Wei Nanhe didn't even bother to attend the regular meeting. Bai Zuohan called after the meeting, "This year's full professor is very I am the only one, and the opponents are not competitive at all, which is really disappointing!"

Wei Nanhe said dully, "Congratulations."

"Hurry up and write an academic paper. If you need help from a publishing house, just ask." Bai Zuohan changed the subject cheaply: "It's too late to write it now. It won't be completed in a year or two until it is published. You can only wait." It’s next year. But I’m afraid you will still write academic papers next year. One year has passed, and you have been procrastinating for a few years? It’s a pity that I don’t know anything about your broken porcelain, otherwise I can write one for you, tsk tsk tsk ..."

The annoyed Wei Nanhe hung up the phone with a dark face, and Le Zhengqi asked sensiblely: "Shall I help you make a little straw man of Professor Bai and stab him to death?"

Wei Nanhe slapped him flying: "Go carry your book!"

On the weekend, Wei Nanhe found an excuse to invite several teachers and directors of the Department of Cultural Relics and Museology to have a buffet together. He naturally knew Duan and Teacher Duan, the new Ph.D candidates who entered the school this semester.

After reporting their names to each other, Wei Nanhe connected the related people and events. It turned out that he was an acquaintance who had never met.Duan He shook hands with Wei Nanhe, "Professor Wei, I have admired you for a long time, haha." After a few dry laughs, he fell silent, thinking: "What kind of evil fate is this, I wonder if he will report me for tomb robbery?"

The two people looked at each other knowingly, Jiang was still old and hot, after the greetings, Wei Nanhe showed a sinister side, avoiding everyone and whispered: "Teacher Duan, do you still have the things that Xiao Qifen gave you?" ?”

Duan He was sweating coldly, but then he thought about it: "What are you afraid of him doing? Doesn't he also have cultural relics in his hand?" So he asked, "Where is Xiaoqi's sword?"

Wei Nanhe frankly admitted: "I confiscated it."

Duan He said: "I donated it anonymously to the museum." He was not lying, he did donate Xia Wei's golden mask.

Wei Nanhe raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became more fond of this doctor, "It should be, Teacher Duan, I would like to offer you a toast."

Duan He forced a smile, and replied, "It's right, casual, casual."

Wei Nanhe drank the wine in his glass and lit the bottom of the glass, "Mr. Duan, Director Lin of your department said that you are very knowledgeable in theory, and you are a rare academic talent in recent years."

Duan He saw that the other party was drinking happily, so he didn't stick to it. He drank the wine in one gulp and said modestly: "It's just a name, Professor Wei. I'm still young. I have learned a lot but not much. I'm mostly stuck in writing. I haven't been here yet. Mr. Wei, but Professor Wei’s name is very famous to me, and the Department of Humanities and Museology often asks you to take over as a substitute teacher, and I still need to learn from you.”

"Don't be afraid to ask for advice, learn from each other and learn from each other."

The words on the scene were almost finished, and Wei Nanhe immediately got to the point: "Mr. Duan, Director Lin should have told you. I hope to collaborate with you on an academic paper."

Duan He looked distressed, and told the truth: "Professor Wei, to tell you the truth, if I can publish a relatively influential academic paper in recent years, it will definitely be of great help to my evaluation of associate professors, but I study The research on cultural relics is very broad, and the research on ancient ceramics is still weak, so I am afraid I don’t have the ability to cooperate with you.”

"You are too modest, Mr. Duan." Wei Nanhe filled his wine glass, "I didn't come to you rashly. I have both your 20-word master's thesis and the dissertation on Ge Kiln Porcelain published by Boyi. I have read it. Although there are some deviations between your research and my practice, the logical theory is extremely strict, and there are many arguments and evidences. Some examples are even unheard of by me. It can be seen that you are really knowledgeable and talented, which is beyond my reach. Sorry. Let me bluntly say that you are not weak in the study of ancient ceramics, but only a little weak in practice, I can provide you with a research site, are you interested?"

Duan He listened quietly. After Wei Nanhe finished speaking, he pondered for a moment and said, "Professor Wei, please speak."

"From the production process of ceramics, painting techniques, glaze preparation, and even the control of kiln fire, you can get in touch with it." Wei Nanhe lowered his voice: "There are also authentic porcelain from various dynasties, you can only go far in the museum. I have everything I can’t touch.”

Duan He's face moved slightly, and he looked up at Wei Nanhe, "Professor Wei, it seems that you have a lot of things in your hands."

Wei Nanhe smiled without saying a word.

"Are you telling me this is too risky?"

Wei Nanhe changed a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake. I am the local snake in the ceramic industry here. You can't do anything to me. Besides, there are many people who know my background. You are a scholar of the Sven school." .”

Duan He felt a little upset when he heard the conceited words, "You have achieved great success in the ancient ceramic circle, why should you care about the title of full professor?"

"Teacher Duan, do you have any dreams?" Wei Nanhe looked at Duan He.

Duan He was taken aback, thinking this question was a bit funny: "Yes."

"What is it?"

"Open a comic book store."

"Comic book store?" Wei Nanhe was incredible!This Dr. Duan is really naive, he is clearly on the same level as Le Zhengqi and Bai Weiyu!

Duan He rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "Cough, that was my dream when I was in high school, when I was still young, hehe."

"Then what now?" Wei Nanhe asked.

Duan He considers himself a man with no big ambitions. His dreams have always been easy to realize. His studies and life are going well, and he can get everything he wants at his fingertips. Except for a comic book store that has not been opened, there is nothing else he wants. get?I'm afraid there is only one... He once wanted Xia Wei to find a serious job, get the approval of his parents, and the two of them could live a peaceful life. Duan He thought bitterly: "This dream is really vulgar. It's ironic!"

Wei Nanhe said to himself: "When I was very young, I had a good friend who shared the same goals. We agreed to open a private museum together in our lifetime. Later, he forgot, but I have not, and I have been working hard for this museum. This requires many conditions, first of all, I must reach a certain social status before I can raise funds and seek assistance from the government and all walks of life.”

See how great his dream is, Duan He was so ashamed: "Professor Wei..."

"You must want to ask why, right? Xiaoqi also asked me. Speaking of which, I am a very selfish person. I spent all my property and tried my best to buy back antiques from various places. I am indeed not as generous as you. Donated. However, I have no right to hide their light in my basement, I have the responsibility to show them to the world, and it will not be too late to donate them to the country when I am gone..." Wei Nanhe paused Dun, glanced at Duan and the solemn expression on his face, a little embarrassed, "Zhengqi is a child, he can understand shit, of course I don't tell him this, I just coax him that if he doesn't have a job, he can rely on collecting tickets live."

"As far as I know, many museums are struggling to make ends meet. They are all supported by government funding, and the ticket revenue is not even a fraction!" Duan He couldn't help joking: "Professor Wei, it's really rude of you to deceive children like this. Aren't you worried that he will make trouble with you in the future?"

Wei Nanhe shook his glass, thinking of Le Zhengqi, he couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth: "I don't worry, when he grows up, he will understand my intentions."

Standing in the lacquer painting exhibition hall, Duan He looked up at the gorgeous but calm and introverted lacquer paintings hanging on the wall, feeling a little lost. 5000 years of civilization, material culture, ideological culture, how many people dismiss it?With the influx of outside ideas into this continent, the overly fast-developing society is full of impetuous secularism, worshiping foreigners, abandoning teachers and abandoning ancestors. Which line of business makes money and which line of work makes people covet.Often the most traditional and ethnic things are the least valued and neglected until there are no successors. How many people are left struggling on the edge of all kinds of less popular cultures, spending their whole lives trying to inherit and carry forward them?

Bai Weiyu walked through the hall, saw Duan He, and smiled brightly: "Duan He!"

Duan He turned his head, "Wei Yu, long time no see."

"Warm welcome!" Bai Weiyu took off his overalls, and exaggeratedly hugged Duan He, "Brother Wei said that you just visited the porcelain workshop and wooden building, how do you feel?"

Duan He nodded: "It's shocking, especially Professor Wei's basement, there are many national cultural relics inside..." He cast his eyes on Yang Xiaokong who was beside Bai Weiyu, "Who is this?"

Bai Weiyu pointed back with his thumb, "My junior brother, Yang Xiaokong, sheep are like sheep, big and small, but the sky is empty."

Yang Xiaokong protested: "Brother Bai, it's the poplar of the poplar tree."

"Yes yes yes, one of us is Bai and the other is Yang; one is mandarin and the other is duck." Bai Weiyu raised his chin towards Duan Hena with a hippie smile: "This is Duan He, I told you, weeping in the tomb man, I saved his life."

Duan He: "Hello, Abbot."

Bai Weiyu immediately restrained his smile: "Second brother Duan doesn't care about the faults of the villain, the villain is cheap, don't take it to heart."

This guy talks in the same tune as Xia Wei, and it sounds annoying!Duan He stretched out his right hand to Yang Xiaokong, "Hello, Xiaokong."

Yang Xiaokong hesitated to stretch out his hand, because his hand was most exposed to lacquer, he was the most allergic, red and swollen and peeled off, it was quite scary, he was afraid of scaring his new friends by stretching it out.

Duan He was taken aback, and looked at Bai Weiyu suspiciously.

Bai Weiyu shrugged, "He was afraid that his hands would scare you."

Duan He understood, smiled and grabbed Yang Xiaokong's right hand, shook it vigorously, "Xiaokong, from now on I will often go to the porcelain workshop opposite, let's be friends." Yang Xiaokong nodded shyly.

Duan He turned the back of Yang Xiaokong's hand over and observed for a while, "Your allergies are too serious, you should avoid lacquer for a while."

"He has been avoiding it for half a year. There are some things that cannot be avoided and can only be faced." Bai Weiyu hooked Yang Xiaokong's shoulder happily: "He hasn't had any new rash these days, it seems that he is gradually getting used to the lacquer!"

Duan He patted Yang Xiaokong's shoulder, "I have studied medicine, so I will prescribe some medicine for you to assist in the treatment. As long as the rash doesn't occur again, it will recover soon."

Yang Xiaokong was about to thank him, when Le Zhengqi rushed in with Jie Shibang in his arms, shouting, "Duan He!"

Duan He Yile, "Xiao Qi, is school over?"

Ji Shibang flew into the sky: "Meow!" Duan He dodged to the side, "Let this monster stay away from me!"

Bai Weiyu hugged Jie Shibang, stroking his hair in his arms, "Ja Shibang, Dr. Duan, don't scare him."

Jissbon licked his paw resentfully, "Meow."

Le Zhengqi then yelled, "Where's Xiaoman?"

Duan He's smile froze, and he coughed dryly, "How do I know?"

Le Zhengqi was very disappointed: "Isn't he with you? Wei Yu said that you guys went on your honeymoon during the Chinese New Year."

Duan He managed to keep smiling, and said politely and politely, "Don't listen to that dog bastard of Baiweiyu fart!"

Bai Weiyu turned pale with shock: "Second Brother Duan, you, you actually swear at people with foul language!"

Duan He looked coldly: "Swearing is not bad, if it were my brother, he would only beat people."

When Bai Weiyu heard Duan Sha, he shuddered and asked tentatively, "What is your brother doing recently?"

"What are you doing?" Duan He raised his eyebrows, "Go to work."

Bai Weiyu was inexplicably guilty: "How is your brother recently?"

"Very well, thank you for your concern."

"Has your brother encountered any bad luck recently?"

"No." Duan He looked suspicious: "Why do you always talk about my brother?"

"I..." Bai Weiyu scratched his neck unnaturally, "How can I have it?"

Yang Xiaokong: "You have."

Duan He Yile: "By the way, my brother has been promoted, and now he seems to be a police inspector..."

Angrily, Bai Weiyu left a group of people behind and ran to his room, closed the door with a bang, and silently took out a little straw man full of needles from the drawer... Prick me, prick me, prick me, I don't believe that pricking you can't kill you!"

Mr. Cao chatted with Duan He, and they hit it off very well. I am afraid that there is no old man who would not like a calm and knowledgeable young man. Mr. Cao just praised Duan He as a flower. Yang Xiaokong hates that iron cannot be made into steel, and when he thinks about it from time to time, he reprimands him: "Look at him, he is not much older than you, how sensible and stable!"

Yang Xiaokong accepted humbly: "Old Cao, what you said is true, I will work hard to improve."

Bai Weiyu curled his lips: "Bah!"

Mr. Cao never mentioned the matter of exchanging students again. The rash on Yang Xiaokong’s body has been growing for more than half a month. No matter how sensitive his body is, he is naturally immune. scab.Learning lacquer painting is not much resistance to others, but to Yang Xiaokong, it is really an opportunity bought after shedding several layers of skin.In addition to going to Zhuangbitang to practice making skill boards, the warehouse behind Gongci Fang is the place Yang Xiaokong frequents. From Bai Weiyu's point of view, this junior can always entertain himself. What's so interesting about those broken porcelain pieces? of?

Yang Xiaokong was thinking about Du Youshan's promise to lend him a lot of books about porcelain. Every time Du Youshan came to the Porcelain Workshop, Yang Xiaokong hoped that the other party would take the initiative to mention this matter. Forgot about it.

There's no way, you can't always follow other people's ass to ask for it?Yang Xiaokong had no choice but to give up this idea, and plunged into the pile of porcelain pieces to figure it out by himself. If there was anything he didn't understand, he would ask Mr. Wei directly.

Don't look at Mr. Wei suffering from Alzheimer's disease. When it comes to porcelain, he doesn't speak nonsense, and he speaks clearly and logically.Since he can't see with his eyes, the identification method taught to Yang Xiaokong is very different, everything depends on the sense of touch!Regardless of other wares, when it comes to porcelain, anyone who is an expert in porcelain knows the importance of the sense of touch. Du Youshan, Wei Nanhe, Le Zhengqi, Duan He, and even several potters in the porcelain workshop have mastered the "look at Two touches, three knocks and four weighs" is the key to appraising porcelain.

The magic of Old Wei is that he only needs to touch it. After decades of hard work, once his finger touches a piece of porcelain, he can immediately tell the authenticity and the year without any theoretical basis. The indescribable ability, he called it the eye of the sky.

Wei Nanhe disdains this kind of statement, but he can't help but deny that the things he made can only be recognized by his father, even if the result of expert appraisal is genuine, Wei Lao will be exposed when he touches it.

Wei Lao is Wei Lao, Yang Xiaokong is Yang Xiaokong, Wei Lao's ability is a myth in the antique world, Yang Xiaokong wants to learn this ability, it is a joke.

So when Bai Weiyu asked Yang Xiaokong at the dinner table what he had gained from studying the tiles, Yang Xiaokong said that he felt a little bit touched by the tiles, Le Zhengqi just laughed it off, and Wei Nanhe didn't even bother to laugh.

Duan He bought a Chevrolet car, and his savings barely paid for the down payment. The salary for the internship seemed a bit difficult, so he had to call his brother to ask for money, but Duan Sha severely reprimanded him: Why is the purchase so ugly? car?Long as stupid as you.

Duan He said submissively, and secretly slandered: "The price of a famous car is directly proportional to the unit price. Who has a salary as high as yours?"

Duan Sha pretended to be casual and asked, "Have you seen Bai Weiyu?"

"I see, how is it?"

"Nothing special."

"Nothing, why are you asking?"

Duan Sha said angrily, "Do you want money?"

"What does my asking for money have to do with Bai Weiyu? Brother, you've been very irritable recently..." Duan He muttered dissatisfiedly, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Duan Sha snorted, "Say hello to him for me."

Duan He didn't know the mystery behind these words, so he agreed without even thinking about it.