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Hearing the unreserved voice of his old man, Wen Zhuo frowned: "What Lin's pottery sculpture?"

Lu Cai and the others looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and said they didn't know.

Lin Yunqing, who was the person involved, also looked blank and shook his head.

Wen Zhuo wasn't very curious, he glanced at Lin Yunqing lightly, and didn't speak any more.

There aren't many recreational activities in the village, and after a day's work today, a few people don't have much energy to make trouble.

Lin Yunqing planned to go back to her room to sleep after taking a shower.

"I want to share a room with Yun Qing!" Shu Qing said and walked to the room.

Lu Cai ran over to block the door: "Yun Qing lives with Brother Wen, why are you joining in the fun?"

Shu Qing directly pushed his arm away: "I want to discuss kneading pottery with Yun Qing, it's convenient for us to live together, and Wen Zhuo is not interested in kneading pottery."

"Yunqing is helping Brother Wen make pottery tomorrow, not helping you." Zhao Yan pulled him back, "You sleep in the living room, understand?"

"Yunqing..." Shu Qing who was under siege pursed her lips and turned to look at Lin Yunqing, "Don't you want to sleep with me?"

Lin Yunqing: ...To be honest, no, he just wants to sleep alone.

He turned his head and met Wen Zhuo's gaze unexpectedly.

Wen Zhuo didn't speak, turned and walked out the door.

Looking at the back of him leaving, Lin Yunqing was a little confused.

In the end, after some quarrels, Shu Qing fought for herself to sleep in another room, while Lu Cai and Zhao Yan slept in the living room, and Qian Wenang had already returned to the room and rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

Lin Yunqing was also a little tired, and was about to go back to the room, and looked up at the door, Wen Zhuo was standing in the yard, he looked at it for a while, and felt that Wen Zhuo didn't seem to plan to come back, that's right, he probably didn't want to sleep with him.

Lin Yunqing silently turned and returned to her room.

Wen Zhuo walked along the low wall of the yard and came to a small field. The field may have been neglected for a long time, but now it is overgrown with weeds and there are crisp insects singing.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Boy, do you know what time it is?!" The angry voice on the other end of the phone came through the speaker.

"You didn't sleep either." Wen Zhuo ignored his topic and asked directly, "What is Lin's Ceramic Sculpture?"

He is very familiar with his grandfather's virtues. Since he retired from the company, he has started to cultivate his moral character. He spends all day tending flowers and plants, or collecting his beloved ceramic jade articles everywhere.

The old man Naihe started his business halfway, his eyes were not clear, he was fooled a few times earlier, and then he started to learn and make friends with everyone, plus he is rich and powerful, he is praised a lot, and his vision is high, there are not many things that can catch his eyes .

Speaking of this, Grandpa Wen came to his spirits and began to talk endlessly: "In recent years, the Ministry of Culture and Tourism of Xia Province has begun to pay attention to intangible cultural heritage, and organized relevant scholars and collectors to research and explore traditional skills, Events and literature and more…”

In recent decades, Xia Province has focused on economic development, and the protection of cultural heritage has not been enough. In addition, Xia Province is not a traditional cultural province. It is said that it wants to explore the traditional culture of Xia Province, but things with high cultural value are not. many.

In the history of Xia Province, figure pottery sculpture is one of the traditional arts with the most regional characteristics.The pottery sculptures are not special and can be traced back to the Neolithic Age. However, during the immigration and exchanges of the ancestors, the pottery sculptures of the Xia Province branch developed their own characteristics, and achieved a high attainment in figure pottery sculptures. In ancient times, other The status is comparable to that of porcelain.

It is a pity that later, under the impact of large-scale handicraft industry and commercial development, coupled with Xia Province's excessive pursuit of economic benefits, pottery and sculpture skills gradually dissipated in the mainstream of development.

By the time people want to go back, the relevant skills have long since disappeared.The skill of figure pottery sculpture has always been concentrated in Xiacheng.Xia City is the political and economic center of Xia Province. Due to the large-scale land development in recent years, there are very few pottery kilns left.

According to relevant literature records, Lin's pottery, which has been firing pottery sculptures for the royal family since ancient times, has gradually declined with the development of time.Later, because of fleeing, the Lin family left Xiacheng and moved to a village in the north of Xia Province.

In the past few years, the expert team found the small village where the descendants of the Lin family lived through investigations, but regrettably found that the descendants of the Lin family were few in recent years, and Lin Xuan, the only master of pottery sculpture skills, had passed away long ago, and did not make pottery for a living. , there are not many works left.The only grandson also left the village after his death and disappeared.

Lin Yunqing's return was like a surprise.

Wen Zhuo hung up the phone, walked back into the house.

Lu Cai and Zhao Yan in the living room were still arguing in a low voice, he didn't have the heart to talk to them, and went straight back to the room.

Because the corners of the walls were painted during the day, all the doors and windows in the room were opened wide to maintain ventilation.

The moonlight passed through the window lattice, shattered into light spots on the bed, and sprinkled on Lin Yunqing's body.

Outside the window is a bamboo forest, and the wind blows slowly, rustling.The building density of the village is low, there are many green plants and fields, and there is no urban heat island effect. Even in summer, at night, the temperature is a bit low and the wind is cool.

Lin Yunqing, who was lying on the bed, touched his arm in a daze, pulled a corner of the quilt, and wrapped it around his body.

The white moonlight fell on his face, and the slightly curled eyelashes seemed to be stained with a layer of hoarfrost. With the ups and downs of breathing, the moonlight seemed to dance on his body.

Wen Zhuo looked down at him, stretched out his fingertips, and poked his cheek lightly.Slightly cool, maybe the temperature of moonlight.

The newly bought bedside table today was placed a little farther away from the bed, and Lin Yunqing had placed a ceramic sculpture on it, an orange cat holding a ball of thread, lying softly on its stomach, with a naive look.

Looking at the kitten Tao Su, Wen Zhuo couldn't help but think of the little bear in Lin Yunqing's V letter profile picture, his eyes darkened, and his brows frowned slightly.

Lin Yunqing didn't know that many people were alarmed during the night when he slept peacefully.

In the early morning of the second day, there was chirping birdsong outside the window, and Lin Yunqing opened her eyes.

He turned over habitually, his eyes were blocked, and his vision was limited to one chest.

Lin Yunqing blinked her eyes, didn't react, stretched out her fingertips and pressed it, it was hot.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, leaned back arched, and leaned his back against the wall. The cold temperature of the white wall woke him up, and his eyes slowly moved upwards, which was warm.

Seeing this face at a close distance, Lin Yunqing's heart twitched inexplicably.

This different angle made him feel Wen Zhuo's captivating handsomeness, his facial features are tough and profound, like a statue carefully carved by the creator.

His eyes couldn't help but measure the warm facial features inch by inch. If he was pinching him, could he use a carving knife to outline such an appearance on the clay.

Just as he was shaping the clay with a carving knife in his mind, his warm eyes slowly opened.

Lin Yunqing's eyes were caught off guard by the deep eyes.

"What time is it?" Wen Zhuo's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were half-opened, with a little laziness.

"I don't know." Lin Yunqing turned her head and looked away.

Wen Zhuo yawned, turned around and reached out to touch the phone on the bedside table.

"06:30, it's still early." Then he closed his eyes again.

Lin Yunqing straightened up, planning to get out of bed.

Wen Zhuo seemed to have noticed his movements, without opening his eyes, he asked, "Why are you up so early? You're not that diligent at home."

Lin Yunqing tilted his head, only to realize that the "home" he mentioned referred to his residence in Xiacheng.

"I want to make breakfast, and I need to make pottery." He said, and got out of bed.

Wen Zhuo raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy hair, put down his arm, and accidentally touched the place next to him, the sheet was still hot.

Lin Yunqing walked out of the room, the room was still quiet, Lu Cai and Zhao Yan were sleeping sprawled on the sofa.

He walked softly to the door so as not to wake them up.

Fortunately, the kitchen and washroom are independent of the house, so he can move outside without disturbing the people inside.

But his good intentions were ruined in a second.

Wen Zhuo followed him, came to the living room, kicked the person on the sofa: "Get up."

Lu Cai and Zhao Yan ignored him at all, and turned to face the back of the chair.

Under Wen Zhuo's violent wake-up call, everyone in the room reluctantly opened their eyes.

"Brother, it's only past six o'clock, and it's still a holiday, so be yourself!" Lu Cai looked at the time on the phone screen and yelled at him.

"Get up and cook." Wen Zhuo simply left a sentence and walked to the bathroom.

Why should his life assistant make breakfast for these guys.

Early in the morning, Lin Yunqing looked helplessly at these tall people sitting on a small bench, surrounded by a basket of vegetables, yawning and picking vegetables very unfamiliarly.

Breakfast is simple, they cook a pot of porridge with vegetables, fried eggs and steamed meat.

After breakfast, Lin Yunqing went to the utility room, took out the soft mud that had been softened by absorbing water, and kneaded different soft mud together according to the recipe.

"Is the preparation of this clay different every time?" Shu Qing asked while holding up his mobile phone to take pictures.

"Not necessarily, it is mainly adjusted according to the color of the work. For example, I need dark red clay that is similar to the skin color this time, so I adjust it according to this requirement. This piece of clay is composed of white clay, porcelain clay, and mountain clay. It is composed of sand and red mud." Lin Yunqing replied while kneading the mud.

Wen Zhuo sat on the chair, resting his chin with his hands, his gaze was always on Lin Yunqing. In fact, it wasn't just him, Lu Cai, who originally wanted to join in the fun, also sat quietly at the side, watching the movements of Lin Yunqing's hands.

The morning sun was not dazzling, and broke into golden light through the leaves. Lin Yunqing sat under the tree, surrounded by some tools that they couldn't name. He sat quietly and gently on the stool, with a peaceful expression and skillful movements.

Maybe it was because the production method was too primitive in their opinion, without modern mechanization at all, Lin Yunqing seemed to be stuck in the old days, out of tune with the times, and out of tune with them.

Only the sudden sound of footsteps disturbed the tranquility at this time.

The footsteps are hurried and accompanied by the voice, the voice is getting louder.

Several people turned their heads to look at the gate of the yard, and saw a middle-aged uncle in plain clothes leading several people in shirts and leather shoes walking over.

"Hey! Look, this just happens to be kneading pottery! Isn't this just right! This matter is finally settled!" The middle-aged uncle's eyes widened, and his face was full of smiles.

The people behind him also quickened their pace and walked towards Lin Yunqing.

Wen Zhuo frowned, subconsciously got up and stood beside Lin Yunqing, hiding the stranger's probing eyes.

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The above content about Xiacheng Ceramic Sculpture, I made it up, it has nothing to do with reality~