"Add a pair of bowls and chopsticks!"
Jiang Caiwei was pouring soup when she heard the shouting, and she almost dropped the bowl into the pot with a trembling hand. She handed over the soup and couldn't help sighing: "It's so fresh, getting up so early to go to work?"
Ding Hanbai drank half a bowl in one gulp: "Shaoyin and yang are weird, do you support me when you don't go to work?"
Jiang Caiwei was choked to death by her nephew who was three years younger. She clenched her fist and beat the other party's back to relieve her anger. Then Jiang Shuliu came in to help: "I still blame others for being weird. I keep my eyes closed and ask for leave all day long.
Ding Hanbai didn't want to fight with this mother-daughter sister, crowded in the kitchen and left. He didn't go to work for a few days, so he rushed out early, bought a cream cake on the way, and asked the cleaning aunt to eat it, and asked them to focus on cleaning the office.
In fact, the offices are cleaned by themselves, and they take turns, or whoever is the youngest voluntarily undertakes. But Ding Hanbai can't do it. Holding a broom and a dustpan can save his life, so every time it's his turn, he bribes the cleaning aunt in the building.
Colleagues arrived one after another and found the bracelet on the table. Ding Hanbai said, "I bought it from the antique market a few days ago. I have thrown the fake one away. I'm really wearing it for fun."
Team Leader Shi asked him, "Is it for Director Zhang?"
Ding Hanbai replied, "No, I don't like to flatter leaders."
Team Leader Shi was angry and happy, and seeing his virtue gave him a headache. At this time, Zhang Yin came in with his bag and glanced at everyone and asked. Ding Hanbai had to stand up under the eyes of Team Leader Shi, patted his trousers and stretched his shirt, and followed Zhang Yin into the director's office.
"Have you had enough rest?" Zhang Yin opened the shutters, "Director Li called to say that the Han portrait stone has been repaired, and you are welcome to check it out."
Ding Hanbai didn't care about that stubble, he sat quietly and listened to the other party's arrangement of the latest work. At the end, Zhang Yin asked, "Isn't Yupinji a lofty one, why did you even sell the wooden skewers?"
This obviously misunderstood the origin of those bracelets, but Ding Hanbai didn't explain it, and took out a string he kept from his pocket: "No way, people can't live on their own, but the wood is high-quality, this string is for you."
Zhang Yin didn't move: "Okay, let's go."
Ding Han white dog skin plaster: "Tube scar beads, not a single crack, just look at it."
His hard introduction made Zhang Yin unable to hold his posture any longer, and his eyelids drooped to admire the bracelet. When the color and density passed the threshold, Zhang Yin opened the drawer and took the purple flashlight.
"Director, shall I go out first?" Ding Hanbai asked softly, got up and left, and pouted when the door closed behind him. Until the afternoon, Zhang Yin had been swaggering around wearing the skewer, and suddenly he learned that it was a street stall in the tortoiseshell antique market. It only kept the authenticity, not the superiority. He was so angry that he wanted to pick up Ding Hanbai and beat him.
One-third of the anger thing, seven-fold of the fooling of Ding Hanbai.
The door of the director's office banged, and everyone was dumbfounded and busy at the desk. Team Leader Shi slid his chair tiredly and approached: "Xiao Ding, why are you choking on him?"
Ding Hanbai typed: "I can do it just based on the analysis table of cultural relics. He can't do it. If he can't do it, he won't shut up and be a quail. Just naming my shop will ruin my mood."
Team Leader Shi reluctantly rejoiced: "There are so many people in the unit, how many people understand, right?"
Ding Hanbai put on a full stop: "It doesn't matter if I don't understand, but I can't stand to show off my little knowledge and demean others all day long. I really don't know how many bowls of dry rice I have to eat."
He waited for the printer to run, thinking that this class was too boring, and it was better to rest at home.
When he thinks of home, he naturally thinks of Ji Shenyu. Ji Shenyu said to give him a gift, but he refused. Ji Shenyu said in the morning that he would give back a precious one.
Ji Shenyu sneezed inexplicably, and stood in the doorway sniffing.
When the door was closed, Jiang Caiwei came in through the arch and met his gaze. "Shen Yu, why didn't you have breakfast?" Jiang Caiwei misses him so much that she always brings him something to eat. "My hair is so wet, have you taken a shower?"
Ji Shenyu nodded: "Auntie, I won't go to the living room for dinner for the past two days. Help me to tell Master and Master." Seeing Jiang Caiwei's curiosity, he explained, "I have to do something, so I won't be discharged from the hospital."
Jiang Caiwei asked in surprise: "That doesn't mean you don't go out and don't eat. Are you feeling unwell, are you embarrassed to tell me?"
Ji Shenyu thanked the other party for his thoughtfulness: "I'm afraid of being distracted, so I won't be able to do it well. I haven't finished the peach cake you gave me, so I'll eat two pieces in the room when I'm hungry."
He coaxed Jiang Caiwei to agree, and the other party brought him a lot of snacks and fruits. When the people left, he went into the house and bolted and locked the window. He ignored his damp hair, and took out the scrub and hand oil to wipe it as usual.
The ten fingers are not stained with fine dust, the finger pulp is smooth and soft, and then washed, this preparation is complete. Ji Shenyu was sitting at the table with tools lined up in a row. There were more than a dozen types of blades, and there was even an old-fashioned small grinder. In the center of the table was the pile of cultural relic fragments, which were divided into two pieces, and all the fallen calcifications and attachments were also preserved.
Ji Shenyu picked out a broken bottom of the bowl, placed it on the paper, traced the outline along the edge, and then picked it out from the fragments according to the outline, cut it with a knife, and polished it very carefully.
Half a bottle of plastic was brought from Yangzhou to the waiting field, and it passed by every second. Wait until dusk... When the warm yellow light fades, and only darkness remains, that piece is finally settled. The finger pulp without the slightest calluses is the best tool, and it can test any touch that is not delicate enough. Ji Shenyu sat on the chair for several hours, and finally put together a bowl bottom.
That's why he can't grow cocoons, and it's what he's learned from following Ji Fang for many years.
Ding Hanbai once asked him if he would repair the book, he was vague, in fact he would, but repairing only covered one of them. To be precise, the set he learned was called "counterfeiting".
Ding Hanbai didn't go back to the small courtyard. When he got home, he waited for dinner in the large living room. When eating, his left hand was empty, and his elbows could not touch anyone, so he was not used to it. After dinner, he watched TV with Jiang Shuliu. As long as he worked honestly, he was the heart and soul of his mother's eyes. After watching TV, he was fed a full stomach of snacks.
When he returned to the small courtyard late at night, he saw that Ji Shenyu's room was closed, and the door was still closed after taking a shower. He simply sat under the porch and read the book "Like Mountains and Seas", one volume after another. Jigu's volume was so interesting that he read it over and over again.
Qingfeng helped to turn the book, knowing that he was making trouble, Ding Han rolled his eyes and tired, looked back at the bedroom door, and coughed: "It's amazing! The dog days are actually cool with strong winds!"
Ji Shenyu was meticulously busy, as still as if he had lost his breath.
Ding Hanbai threw the bait out and didn't catch any fish. He collected the book and prepared to go to sleep. He paced to the door of his house, his curiosity rising with the lights. "Ji Zhuzhu, what are you doing?" he asked earnestly, "Are you hungry, let's go to the kitchen to warm up a bowl of fish soup?"
Ji Shenyu was disturbed too much: "I'm not hungry."
Ding Hanbai took a different approach: "A very funny thing happened in the unit today, open the door and I'll tell you about it."
Ji Shenyu said, "I don't listen."
"..." The more he refused, the more curious he became. Ding Hanbai wanted to poke a hole in the door. "There is an error in the fourth volume of this book, and it makes a mess of Cizhou kilns, so take a look."
Ji Shenyu became impatient: "I don't see it, you go."
Ding Hanbai was treasured by Jiang Shuliu all night, and now he was standing outside the door to taste the warmth of the world, and finally left in a sullen mood. After sleeping for one night, the next day, he made up his mind to ignore Ji Shenyu. Who knows when he came out and found that the door next door was still closed.
The footsteps were far away, Ji Shenyu blinked his tired eyes, and in front of him was a celadon vase that was beginning to take shape, and the bottleneck was not finished yet. He opened the door to wash, and in less than ten minutes he came back and locked the door. He only had a few bites of snacks, otherwise he would be more sleepy if he was full.
Clouds come and go, the sky is overcast.
Ding Hanbai was drenched in soup on his way from get off work, fled back and went straight to the bedroom, only to lean out after changing his clothes. Sure enough, the door next door is still closed, so even if you hit the tunnel, you have to come out to drink water and pee, right
The sound of footsteps approached, Ji Shenyu tilted his head to grind the mouth of the bottle, and caught a glimpse of the shadow outside the door.
Ding Hanbai asked, "Where are you building an atomic bomb?"
Ji Shenyu didn't raise his eyes, just smiled, and Ding Hanbai asked again, "I don't show up after giving gifts, regret?"
Ji Shenyu annoyed this man to death, took a deep breath to keep his hands steady, Ding Hanbai felt bored and finally left. He retreated for two days and one night, and used the splicing method to initially complete the celadon vase. Because the porcelain pieces themselves are cultural relics from the ocean, the follow-up processing is much simpler.
He stayed up all night again, made the texture marks of the vase, and applied the scraped sediment and bryozoans. The rain kept dripping. out of normal temperature.
Ding Hanbai added an extra coat, went to work silently, and didn't come to the door again to ask.
People's curiosity has a limit, it will fall back when it reaches its peak, it doesn't matter.
On a rainy day, I was lazy, no one was busy with work in the office, and even Zhang Yin walked around idly with a water glass. Ding Hanbai stood at the window to watch the scenery, touched a piece of maple vine that was creeping up on the windowsill, rubbed it, stopped it, and threw it down, leaving only the wet green on one hand.
He guessed that Ding Yanshou was reading the newspaper in Yupinji right now, and he was really pitiful.
He guessed again that Jiang Caiwei was drinking hot water in the office, wearing a skirt to cool down, smug.
When his mind finally turned back home, he thought of Ji Shenyu, who was working behind closed doors, mysterious and intriguing.
Ding Hanbai didn't make a mistake, the door of the house was still closed, and the car was built to the end. Ji Shenyu's fingers were red, and he held the knife for too long and pressed the pulp of his fingers. The gelatin soaked in the medicine hurt his skin. vague.
He wanted to give Ding Hanbai a gift, a gold bookmark and an amber pendant. He couldn't be shabby, he had to get some money first. At the beginning, I picked up these scraps to practice my hands, but this time it came in handy. If I did a good job and sold them in the antique market, I would have funds.
Ji Shenyu must not tell others about it. The family does carving, but this forgery is much more time-consuming and labor-intensive than carving, and it is more troublesome to be known. Moreover, Ji Fangxu made friends with antiques, but no one knew that he would do this, because this is a secret skill, not an interesting thing that can be advertised.
Another point, Ji Shenyu remembered going to the tortoiseshell antique market that day, Ding Hanbai told him that he would distinguish between true and false, his expression was relaxed and arrogant, and there was no doubt about it. If Ding Hanbai learned that he would cheat, he could not imagine how the other party would react.
After pondering and deliberating, Ji Shenyu finally finished the work, and the rain stopped just in time.
He put the celadon bottle in the cabinet to dry in the shade, and cleaned the table top with the last bit of strength.
For three days and two nights without rest, the tense thoughts were loosened when he lay on the bed, Ji Shenyu couldn't sleep without taking off his clothes, and urgently saw Duke Zhou.
After the rain, it was cold and then cold again. I made a ball casserole for dinner. After the meal, Jiang Shuliu warmed up the bowl of Shan Sheng and let Ding Hanbai serve it to Ji Shenyu. Ding Hanbai was very annoyed, the boss took it out unwillingly, took two steps and returned: "Take the sesame biscuits too..."
He returned to the courtyard with the tray, and was surprised to find that the light was dark. "Ji Zhuzhu?" he called, putting the tray down the porch, "My mother warmed the soup for you, open the door to eat."
There was no movement inside, and he didn't want to act like a waiter: "Put it down, if you like it or not."
Ding Han Bai walked away and went into the study to paint. After painting until midnight, I forgot all about the past and the next. I woke up when I went back to sleep and smelled the fragrance. Then I looked at the tray under the porch. !
He rushed to the door and knocked vigorously: "Open the door, I still don't believe it, is this your house or mine?"
After knocking for a long time, there was no response inside, Ding Hanbai stopped for a while, and suddenly panicked. There's nothing going on in there, right? Ji Shenyu won't have any genetic heart disease, will he die inside
"Ji Zhuzhu!" He yelled, kicked his feet vigorously, and rushed in after the door opened, smelling the sour smell of potion... Turning on the lights, the room was clean, and the sound of steady breathing came from the bed.
Ji Shenyu shrank into a ball, obviously cold.
"It's fucking mysterious." Ding Hanbai walked to the bed and pulled the quilt to cover him, only to find that Ji Shenyu didn't change his pajamas, his face was dirty, Wu Qing's cheeks were now thin, and his hands were mottled with marks.
He wrung a wet towel and sat down beside the bed, brushed the soft hair on his palms, and wiped Ji Shenyu's face along his forehead. The attack was too light, the ghost yelling and screaming didn't wake people up, but they actually woke them up.
Ji Shenyu's face was flushed, and he bared his teeth in pain: "I don't dare..."
Ding Hanbai stopped: "Don't you dare?"
Ji Shenyu closed his eyes and said confusedly, "I don't dare to steal it."
It turned out that Ding Hanbai was regarded as Ji Fangxu's wife, and he thought that the pain was a slap in the face. "Teacher, wipe it for you." Ding Hanbai's voice changed in anger, and he rubbed randomly again, and then wiped Ji Shenyu's hands.
Caution, always afraid that the finger will be scratched with a little force, Ding Hanbai looked at it and wondered what did this hand do to become like this? After looking up for a long time, he found that Ji Shenyu was clearly awake.
He was staring blankly at him.
Ding Hanbai put down his hand: "Are you hungry?"
Seeing the other party nod, he said, "I'll make a magic trick for you."
Ji Shenyu closed his eyes and heard Ding Hanbai get up, heard footsteps leaving the bedroom, and then returned. When Ding Hanbai asked him to open his eyes, he saw a bowl of ball soup and two sesame seeds on the bedside.
Ding Hanbai went back to sleep without asking anything.
The rain started falling again, and Ji Shenyu forgot the scenery of Yangzhou in a trance.