Tong glaze pillows are ceramic products, but not all of them, and there are special crafts passed down by the Duofu people for generations.
Including carving, incense, precipitation, solid glaze, etc., in addition to pure handwork, the most rare thing is that it is soaked in secret spices and dried with special medicinal herbs, which has the effect of helping sleep.
But the premise is not to get wet.
Once it gets wet, not only will it lose its efficacy, but it will also emit a foul smell, and it must be dried before it can be used again.
It just so happened that there was a puddle of water on that table, so it was impossible for Fanye to watch Gao Zhaoming put the pillow on it, and subconsciously opened his mouth to stop it.
But I didn't expect that there was someone faster than her...
"Sister Yue, do you know that the paulownia glaze pillow can't get wet?!"
Jiang Fuyue nodded: "I know a little bit."
"Then you must have been to Duofu."
"Why do you say that?"
Fan Ye snapped her fingers: "Look, you know how to talk nonsense, and you know that floating fruit is best eaten from the core, so as to return to sweetness, and now you even know that the glazed pillow can't be wet."
There are no such things on the Internet or in the book. Either she has contacted too many floating people, or she has been to the island.
Especially with regard to the paulownia glazed pillow, the production process is monopolized by several surnames, and it is a rare item even on the island. Fanye only came into contact with it because of her status as the chief's daughter.
But Jiang Fuyue knows no less than her, which is very strange.
"I haven't been there." She shook her head in denial, at least she hadn't been there in her life.
Fanye scratched her head, a little puzzled.
"Oh, it doesn't matter whether we've been there or not, the important thing is when do we eat?" Gao Zhaoming smiled shyly, "I'm hungry."
"Yes, yes, yes," Huang Hui quickly agreed, "I'm hungry too."
The four of them set off from the dormitory to look for food outside the school.
The restaurants in the north are always full of sincerity, especially those opened in front of the school, which not only have ample portions, but also taste good.
Jiang Fuyue ordered four dishes, two meat, one vegetable and one soup, enough to feed four people.
"Hic~" Gao Zhaoming burped, with a satisfied face.
Fan Ye smacked her lips, feeling unfinished.
Huang Hui rubbed his stomach, obviously feeling a little overwhelmed.
Jiang Fuyue went to pay the bill, and it was less than a hundred yuan, so she might as well ask for it, but the three of them still insisted on AA.
She didn't refuse either.
After eating, I walked back to school for a walk. Most of the scorching sun was blocked by rows of green shade. A few people walked under the tree, not hot at all, and there was a slight cool breeze blowing on their faces.
At this time, a whistle sounded behind him, and it was continuous and harsh.
The four of them hid on the steps and gave way to the road, but the sound of the whistle did not stop, on the contrary, it tended to intensify.
Jiang Fuyue frowned, and looked back, before she could see who was in the car, the black BMW jumped into the water like a live fish, and flew far away in the blink of an eye, leaving only a reflective rear end and a puff of smoke.
Gao Zhaoming: "Who? So arrogant."
From the continuous honking of the horn to the buzzing of the accelerator, everything is high-profile.
Huang Hui shrugged: "Never mind him."
Fan Ye rubbed his chin: "Why do you feel that those horns were honking at us on purpose?"
This guess was confirmed when she saw Lin Yuan and a black BMW parked next to her in front of the girls' dormitory building.
"What a coincidence, we meet again." Lin Yuan was wearing a sky blue dress, a pink and white fisherman hat, long hair hanging down her back, and a small bag in her hand.
At this moment, standing on the steps, with his chin half raised, he greeted several people with a slight look in his eyes.
Jiang Fuyue's reaction was flat.
Gao Zhaoming and Huang Hui were not familiar with her, so they reluctantly nodded and smiled, and then stopped talking to her.
Fanye turned her head away directly, the little girl's love and hatred were clearly written on her face, she didn't hide it at all.
Lin Yuan's face was a little uneasy, but fortunately she adjusted in time, and she was smiling again in a blink of an eye.
This time, two people were shortlisted from the No. 7 Middle School, one was Lin Yuan, and the other was a boy named Zhou Xian.
Ke Ran, who had a lot of conflicts with Fanye last time, was directly defeated, and now he can't even find him.
It's quite boring to think about it. I racked my brains to target others, but neglected self-study, and finally ended up sloppy.
In comparison, Lin Yuan is much smarter.
She has never targeted Fanye and Jiang Fuyue publicly, but Ke Ran's every move can see her shadow everywhere.
Lin Yuan is obviously well versed in the way masters hide behind the scenes, and they can do everything they can.
When I went upstairs, I found out that she lived next door to Fanye.
Jiang Fuyue looked at the little girl who was facing an enemy, and couldn't help laughing: "What are you afraid of? She is not a tiger, so she can eat you?"
Fanye was nervously picking her fingers: "She talks in a twist and turn, and I can't speak to her."
As soon as she couldn't say it, she wanted to do it.
If you really do it, I'm afraid you won't be eligible for the competition.
Jiang Fuyue taught her a trick.
"What?" Almond eyes sparkled.
"Pretending to be deaf and dumb."
"..."
To be deaf means not to hear.
To be dumb means not to answer.
No matter how powerful Lin Yuan opened her mouth, she couldn't shake such a stubborn man.
"Yeah!" Fanye nodded, "I remember."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the opening ceremony was held.
The head coach spoke on stage, and then introduced several coaches and instructors responsible for students' daily life.
In the speaking session of the student representatives, Jiang Fuyue was invited to the stage as the first with full marks in the rematch.
The process was quite smooth, and there was no second Huo Fanjin who jumped out and smashed the field.
After the end, Jiang Fuyue returned to Q University to take part in the Wujing training class.
…
Six pm.
Yan Zhenfeng: "Okay, that's all for today."
Jiang Fuyue took a picture of the writing on the blackboard with her mobile phone and sent it to Ling Xuan.
On the third day after entering the camp, something happened to Ling Xuan's family. He asked for leave and rushed back to Linhuai. Before leaving, he asked Jiang Fuyue to take photos of his daily class notes and send them to him.
Jiang Fuyue did not refuse.
But the contact between the two was limited to a few photos on WeChat, and they rarely even sent texts, and it was basically Ling Xuan's unilateral thanks.
She thought it was the same today, but unexpectedly, a few seconds after the picture was sent, Ling Xuan's video call requests followed one after another...