Xu Wen's round of questioning resounded in the quiet front yard, which was an unresolved confusion accumulated in his heart.

Jing Cheng just stared at him, did not leave or interrupt, until he finished his words and his voice began to gradually dissipate in the space, he slowly asked, "Then what do you think...... How should I fix it?"

Xu Wen did not answer immediately.

He lowered his head and was silent for a while before he gradually said, "I...... I don't know. I just don't think I'm right. ”

In fact, at first, he didn't have a complete concept of "repairing Xu Zhai". He actually didn't know what kind of cultivation was considered a good repair, and in what direction he should start cultivating.

Later, he came to the world of Banmen and worshiped Lian Tianqing as his teacher.

Lian Tianqing taught him from the beginning of the morning is to "repair the old as the old", what was the original, what should be repaired later, even the old feeling should be simulated, "old objects are old things".

Later, he read the Venice Charter and had a better understanding of the concept, and at that time he was quite surprised why Lian Tianqing's thinking was so advanced.

At that time, he also accepted this theory as a matter of course, and the last set of four official hat chairs was restored in strict accordance with such standards.

Now he doesn't object to this theory, especially when he came back this time and began to repair the red sandalwood Baizi stepping bed, he suddenly had a new feeling.

As he repaired, he felt the person who had made him in the work.

What was he thinking, what kind of thinking did he have, what kind of work did he want to create......

Xu Wen seemed to come to his back and work with him.

He suddenly realized Lian Tianqing's intention to ask for such a repair.

Behind each work is one or more individuals, and to restore them as they are is to feel their existence, to feel their lives, and to feel their inspiration and talent throughout the ages.

The more excellent the work, the more vivid its "soul" is, and the restoration of it as it is is the process of respecting them and communicating with them.

This feeling is very interesting, Xu Wen clearly understands it, and he also enjoys it.

However, the times are constantly advancing, new tools, new processes, new aesthetics......

Why is such a fix only a one-sided follow-up, and not an equal exchange?

In this hospital test, he used a "better copy" to refine the temperament in Liu Huzi's perm model and won the first place.

However, the idea was not born because of this "success".

He is very aware of his strength, and the finished product at that time has a luck factor of mistake, and if he does it again, he may not be able to make it again.

His own strengths and interests are not in this kind of creation.

Therefore, at that time, Lian Tianqing asked him whether to choose restoration or creation, and he did not hesitate too much.

But when restoring old things, especially old ones like Xu Zhai, why can't new things be added?

Times are changing, not to mention that these are two completely different worlds, and the world of Banmen itself is also visibly undergoing drastic changes.

In this world, traditional crafts are gradually drying up and on the verge of extinction. But the existence of people like Baili Qi has brought Xu Wen some new ideas......

He spoke intermittently, trying his best to tell the people on the other side the ideas in his heart that had not yet been fully formed, and he didn't know if he had made it clear.

Jing Cheng only stood still and listened at first, but then leaned against the pillars, half of his body hidden in the shadow of the eaves, unable to see his expression clearly.

Xu Wen talked for a long time, but he always felt that he didn't make it clear what he wanted to say. In the end, he shook his head and exhaled: "Until now, I can't give this Xu Mansion a broken dynasty. In this case, its historical value would not exist. So what is it that needs to be preserved to fix it?"

Xu Wen raised his head, his gaze passed through the front porch, through Jing Cheng's body, looked at the wider place, and quieted down.

"Restore the Xu Mansion...... It was your great-grandfather's last wish. After a while, Jing Cheng's voice sounded slowly, with a cold texture, but it sounded a little more intimate than before, "What kind of thoughts he has, what direction he wants to repair, that's what he means." Nothing is inevitable, you just have to do what he wants. ”

Xu Wen was stunned.

Ever since he found out that it was a haunted house, great-grandfather inheritance and the like had become nonsense for him, just a statement, something that didn't need to be remembered and thought about at all.

As a result, at this time, Jing Cheng brought up this stubble again, as if this thing really existed.

But whose elders would cheat their children like this? Where did he go to know what this great-grandfather thought?

Jing Cheng was about to leave after speaking, Xu Wen took two steps forward and shouted, "That's it, it's over, the person is gone, don't you have a notebook or a letter or something?"

Jing Cheng stood still and shook his head. He turned his head and looked at Xu Wen with deep dark eyes: "He is your relative, you know best what he wants...... Whatever you want, I'm afraid he will be considerate. ”

His gaze was like a gust of wind through time, and he took Xu into it.

When Xu Wen came back to his senses, Jing Cheng had already disappeared.

"What relatives...... I've never met, I don't know there's this guy, how do I know what he wants. People are no longer there, how can they be considerate of me?" Xu Wen raked his hair and muttered to himself a little annoyed.

He crossed his waist and looked at the Xu Mansion in front of him again.

The twilight has passed, night is approaching, and a new moon has risen obliquely from the horizon, shrouding everything in hazy shadows.

Xu Wen sketched the appearance of the entire Xu Mansion in his heart, thinking about what it should look like in the future.

Finally, his gaze became firm, and a faint voice sounded in the night: "...... So be it. ”

Jing Cheng stepped on the weeds and walked to the backyard.

The grass hadn't been cleared for too long, long and short below his knees, and the sharp edges of blades of grass brushed over his calves, leaving red marks on them.

With his steps, his body is sometimes transparent, sometimes solid, and extremely unstable.

And every change in his body, there seem to be countless images swept by like a violent wind, which cannot be seen clearly and cannot be distinguished, which makes people feel even more heterogeneous.

He walked over to the pond and looked down, his body settled.

There was a black cat in the grass playing with a baby belly-turned turtle with its paws. It didn't seem to sense Jing Cheng coming, and still pushed it farther away from the water with great interest.

"I'm actually right, right? Jing Cheng muttered to himself, with a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body twisted significantly, and Qiuqiu turned his head and meowed.

"It's really interesting. Jing Cheng stretched out his hand and touched Qiuqiu's little head, gesturing gently, "I thought he was going to lose." ”

The little turtle took advantage of Qiuqiu's lack of attention, stretched out his limbs and turned over to run, but the head of Qiuqiu did not lower, stretched out his paws, and held it down again.