The city of Luozhou in August is not cold, the lush green is mixed with thick greenery, located in the south of the Qi country, the water is murmuring under the stone bridge on the main street, and occasionally the green leaves fall, with the water waves.

The prosperity of Luozhou City is not as good as the capital, but there is a unique weight and solidity, ethereal and reserved, if you stand on the highest attic, there is even an illusion of seeing through at a glance, but only people who live here understand that Luozhou is no less big than Jingqidu.

The streets are staggered, the main road is straight, the small roads are complicated, the commercial street is a unique Luotao shop, and then go inside, there are unique Luotao workshops, the scale is not small, it can be placed in the abundant Luozhou, and it can only be called a small workshop, because there are too many, many workshops have even moved to places close to the suburbs.

In the deepest part of the outskirts of Luozhou, the trees are so thick that even in autumn, the branches and leaves are layered on top of each other, and the ground is covered with dead and new leaves that have been passed down for years, and the weeds that are half a man tall are so dense that even if only wilted stems remain, it is impossible to find a way forward.

In the deepest part of this forest, if someone really walks in, almost retreats, at the position of a certain tree, suddenly a turn, you will find a very abrupt wooden house, shallow exposed corner, the rest is blocked by the trees behind, with mystery, with depth, but people can't help but explore it.

Although the wooden house seemed to be close, it was not easy to get close, not only was the road far away, but the road under the grass and dead leaves was also extremely easy to trip and even fall into an unknown pit because of the lack of original appearance, until you entered the wooden house, you could finally see the whole picture.

The wooden house is not big, built under a low slope, the surrounding area is no different from the road of Fangcai, it is still surrounded by trees, but the space in front of the wooden house is slightly larger, but it is still covered with weeds, making the old wooden house look even more decadent, as if it has been abandoned for a long time. Forgotten in the deep forest where there is no sunlight.

Ling Lang followed Feng Ze here, and it took a lot of twists and turns, especially when he saw the location of the wooden house and the decadent atmosphere, his mood was extremely complicated. They carefully shook off all the shadows that followed them all the way, and walked through the deep forest to get here, and the scene of the year came back to their memories again, thinking of the people inside. There is a bit of cowardice that I don't know how to face, which really shouldn't appear for a qualified Duwei Shi.

Feng Ze walked in front of Ling Lang, glanced at Ling Lang first, nodded to her, and then stepped forward and slowly stretched out his hand, gently knocking on the somewhat damp wooden door, until a hoarse sound came from inside, Ling Lang almost didn't hear the other party's voice clearly, Feng Ze stopped the movement in his hand. It seemed that he had been here more than once, and he glanced at Ling Lang soothingly, and then he increased the strength of his palm, and with a squeak, he pushed open the wooden door, and a musty smell rushed to his face.

The house was dim, and it was only by the light at the door that people could see the situation inside, and it was full of cobwebs, more like an abandoned house. It was hard to imagine that there was a sound coming from inside just now, and there were even weeds growing on the ground, and only in the innermost position, there was an equally cracked wooden plank. The things on the wooden board made Ling Lang instantly surprised.

Pottery of different shapes and sizes is placed on it in a different way, and it has not been fired, even if it is separated by a certain distance, and even the brightness is insufficient. Ling Lang could also deeply feel the master's love for these pottery, and the luster and delicacy created by those pottery exceeded that of any fired Luo pottery she had ever seen.

The wooden planks were full, and there was almost no place anymore, Ling Lang looked at it for a moment, the luster of the pottery covered up all the decadence and dilapidation of the wooden planks and even the wooden house, messy and cracked, Ling Lang still quickly recovered his expression, his eyes turned slightly, and then he finally noticed that in the corner not far from the wooden plank, there was a man with gray hair sitting very depressed.

The man's long messy hair, gray and white, hung down behind him in an orderly manner, shoulders, even covering most of his face, unceremoniously inserted a few grasses, even more decadent, a tattered clothes, no color, although it was autumn outside, but the clothes on his body were just enough to cover the body, I don't know how many years he had worn it, there were holes and tears everywhere, as if he couldn't feel the temperature and cold outside at all.

The hoarse voice just now was made by him.

Ling Lang's heart was sour, and even sighed, she couldn't bear it, or she was pitiful, she couldn't tell the love in her heart, this person became famous as a young man, intelligent, and famous to everyone in the world, she was born late, she didn't know much about many things, but she also heard about it in many ways, how proud that person was at that time, but at the age of fifteen, he became a legend and pride of the family, almost overshadowing the niece in the palace.

Just by contrasting, Ling Lang couldn't imagine what kind of torture and destruction the people had to go through, and what a long time they spent before they would fall to this point, even worse than the beggars on the street.

Only the pottery that was placed aside silently proved something.

Feng Ze bowed his hand respectfully, bowed his head slightly, and said in a deep and slightly depressed voice, "Third Master Yuan." ”

As soon as Feng Ze's words were finished, he was moved by the lowered head, only in an instant, between the cheeks covered by the gray hair, an extraordinarily accurate gaze was shot, even if it was hidden in the dark, Ling Lang could feel the depth and luster in those eyes, fleeting, and soon, only a pair of eyes as heavy as the sea were left to look at this side, the exposed bridge of the nose and half of the eyebrows were full of vicissitudes, and it was impossible to see the whole picture, but there were still countless turbidity and tiredness in those eyes, but it still made Ling Lang feel as if he was sucked in, and he almost fell in, and he hurriedly followed suit。

Ling Lang didn't speak when he heard him, he was still so hoarse and uttered a syllable of a word, Feng Ze seemed to be able to understand, he arched his hand again, and still stood by the door of the house, and said the reason why he would come here again, mainly to ask Yuan Sanye to help identify which family the broken porcelain piece was.

After Feng Ze finished saying his request, he took out a white handkerchief from his arms, folded the handkerchief, as if wrapped in something, opened it carefully and held it in his hand, walked slowly towards the wooden house, and carefully handed it to a meter in front of the person, waiting for a reply.

Ling Lang followed behind Feng Ze, and also lowered his head and waited, not daring to say more, resisting the urge to look up at those heavy eyes, and a trace of silence passed in his heart, slightly worried.

(To be continued.) )