"Your master, I am a restorer. Have I ever told you what the earliest cause of restoration was?" Lian Tianqing looked at him for a moment and asked slowly.

Lian Tianqing didn't tell Xu Wen, Xu Wen was about to shake his head, when he suddenly remembered the beginning of a book he had read in that world, and he had a flash of inspiration and shouted: "It's a fake!"

To make a fake is to make a fake, that is, to make a complete copy of an object to achieve the result of being fake.

Lian Tianqing really didn't tell Xu Wen, and he was ready to answer the question himself. Hearing his words, he glanced at Xu Wen unexpectedly: "You actually know." ”

"I've read ...... in a book," Xu Wen said a little humbly.

Even several books in Tianqing's workshop have mentioned this matter, and Xu Wen can see it to show that he is working hard. Lian Tianqing's face finally showed a satisfied smile, and nodded: "Yes, it is a fake." Replication and restoration are two flowers blooming on a vine, no matter which one, there is a prototype, and the final work of the new production or polishing on the prototype is required to be completely consistent with the prototype and must not be mistaken. ”

"Is this because the prototype is perfect and there is no room for improvement?" Lian Tianqing's smile disappeared as he looked at Xu Wen and asked.

"No......" Xu Wen replied hesitantly.

In places like the old woodyard, a lot of bits and pieces of scrap are always sent from the outside.

Most of them were really broken, and there was nothing to be desired except for the wood, but there were also some things that were "a little interesting" that even Azure would ponder to fix them.

Even from Xu Qian's eyes, these things have many shortcomings, but no matter what they are, even Azure will be restored as they are, and they can't wait to do it - usually the things are so broken that they can't judge the prototype, and they will never be easily changed.

In fact, in retrospect, even Tianqing had mentioned such a thing when he first taught him to repair Sun Boran's sparrow, which happened to be consistent with Xu Wen's requirement to remember the restoration of Chinese objects "repair the old as the old", but it may be because what he learned was relatively basic, and Lian Tianqing taught more techniques and did not emphasize this concept too much.

And in Xu Wen's mind, of course this should be done under the requirements of some kind of unified rules, but even Tianqing did these personal repairs without any constraints, but he still did it, why is this?

Xu Wen fell into deep thought, and was puzzled for a while.

"Think about it. In short, if you change me for this exam, I will never give you this kind of score. Lian Tianqing stood up, pushed the drawing in front of him, and said lightly.

Xu Wen stared at the drawings, recalling in his mind the finished model that had been placed next to the prototype not long ago and got a hundred points, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Lian Tianqing stood in place and looked at him for a while, and said, "Restoration and production are two completely different paths, you can go either way, but which way to go, you should think about it." ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure had disappeared at the door.

Lian Tianqing walked out of the door and entered the courtyard, where he took a glimpse of the water and opened a stream, the stream was clear like a rippling crystal, the lake stones and orchid grass on the side of the stream swayed gently in the ripples, and a few small red fish shuttled in the shadows, with the unique interest of the Jiangnan garden everywhere.

He stared at a dragonfly on the tip of the grass for a moment, then raised his steps and walked under a nearby camphor tree. Lian Lin Lin was sitting there, holding his cheeks and looking at something on the stone table, a little distracted.

"See what's coming?" asked Lian Tianqing.

Hearing his father's words, Lian Linlin turned around and revealed the things in front of him.

It was the model that Xu Wen made in the hospital exam. Not only the drawings, but also the real thing went to Lian Tianqing's hands.

“...... It's really a coincidence. As she said, she pointed to the model, "Turning realism into freehand, I made subtle adjustments here, here, here, and here, turning the upward lines and shapes into drooping, reinforcing the more negative feelings such as withering and decay." The temperament of the whole courtyard is also strengthened in these details. ”

When she spoke, she basically used affirmative sentences, and her demeanor was full of confidence, which was completely different from the way she usually chattered and greeted her master and apprentices.

Lian Tianqing looked at her appreciatively, and only finally did he move his gaze to the model, nodded and said, "You are right. ”

"This yard has been changed so beautifully, have you praised it a little?" asked Lin Lin Lin in a stunned voice, staring at her father.

Even Tianqing paused, shook his head, and repeated what he had just said to Xu Wen to Lian Linlin.

"Ah, you're too much!" even Lin Lin shouted when he heard it.

"It is a matter of course for the master to admonish the apprentices, and there is nothing too excessive. Lian Tianqing said disapprehantly.

"Xiao Xu is only fifteen years old! At the age of fifteen, he got the first three tests, especially the government test and the hospital test in a year?

In this era, it is basically impossible for a daughter to talk to her father like this, which is too rebellious. But Lian Linlin said it very naturally, obviously he was used to it.

"Nonsense. But even Lian Tianqing has to pick up the shelf to reprimand his daughter at this time, "The more this time, the more he has to sharpen his temperament." Otherwise, how can you achieve great talent? Don't talk about it, put this thing away, and then clean up and ......."

He glanced at the sky and said lightly, "I'm going to be on the road soon." ”

Lian Lin Lin flattened his mouth and grimaced at his back.

He didn't even look back, walked outside the wing, and was about to go back to his room, when his footsteps suddenly paused, and he muttered: "Thirteen years old......"

He took a turn in his footsteps, walked out of Xu Wen's window, and looked through the hidden window.

It was going to be dusk, and the light in the room was very dim, and only human figures could be faintly discerned.

He had sat at the table when he had gone out before, and now he was still sitting there, his head in his hands, as if he had fallen into deep thought.

There was a dark shadow in front of him, which was supposed to be the cat he had raised.

This child has been calm since the first sight, and he is not like a child, and this pet can reveal a little juvenile heart.

He looked at it for a while, straightened up, and muttered: "Men always have to go through these hurdles in their lives, and women just don't understand ......"

At this, his face suddenly sank, and a green tendon on his cheek was beating faintly, as if he remembered something in the past that made him extremely unhappy.

The red light of the setting sun shone on the side of his face, and he tilted his head, his eyes hidden in the dark shadows.

A moment later, he disappeared silently under the eaves.

At the moment when he left, Xu Wen raised his head, reached out to touch the black cat in front of him, and said something silently.

Strange fluctuations filled the chamber, and in an instant, the ball turned into a cloud of black mist, enveloping him inside.