"What am I doing today? Won't you let me continue to work as a porter in the warehouse? ”

In the BMW, Yang Mucheng used his mobile phone to quickly browse the news, and at the same time spoke to Song Xiaoyu, who was calm on the surface, but his eyes were always shining with excitement. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You want to!"

Song Xiaoyu snorted and said, "The high price of seven hundred yuan a day lets you go to the warehouse?" Today you are going to burn porcelain in the studio! ”

"Porcelain making is a delicate job, and you can't do it for a day. I go to work today, and I have to go back to school tomorrow for five consecutive days, there will definitely be a bad connection before and after, and Mr. Song is not afraid of burning out defective products? ”

Yang Mucheng stared at his mobile phone and asked casually.

"Mr. Song said, she agreed to your conditions. If you can't burn good porcelain, how to explain it to her, that's your business. ”

When Song Xiaoyu spoke, a faint worry flashed in his eyes. Obviously, Song Mingyue really said such things to her, which made her worry that if Yang Mucheng really couldn't make good porcelain for objective reasons, it would be very difficult to finish.

"The food of the king, the matter of loyalty. Rest assured, I'm not eating white food. ”

Yang Mucheng laughed and put away his phone.

The car happened to be downstairs in the Aoki Building, and the two had breakfast on the top floor as usual, and then entered the Mingyue Porcelain Palace. Song Xiaoyu did not go to his desk, but went to the workshop with Yang Mucheng, and also took out two sample drawings.

Song Xiaoyu said: "Mr. Song said that you can fire any porcelain at will, but before the Spring Festival, you must burn a pair of plum bottles on the picture. ”

Yang Mucheng looked at the picture that Song Xiaoyu took out, and just glanced at it and knew that it was Chen Danqing's unique nine-turn plum bottle. A plum branch covers the entire plum bottle, and the branch body is nine twists and winds, which not only has ancient meaning, but also symbolizes the proud and pure meaning of this Ling Han alone. The nine plum blossoms are very irregular but just right, which does not make the bottle boring or crowded.

What's more, the nine-turn plum vase made by Chen Danqing himself has a strong three-dimensional effect, and the whole plum branch seems to be lifelike and full of charm under the light.

Although there are many people who want to prevent Chen Danqing's nine-turn plum vase, because the skill and mind of making such porcelain are too good, they often do four things like each other, and there is no charm and aura. Therefore, it has been a long time. This nine-turn plum vase has almost become the unique patent of Chen Danqing, the only one, and there is no semicolon.

Yang Mucheng smiled at the picture and said: "The nine-turn plum bottle is a work that Master Chen Danqing precipitated after living for more than eighty years, but she asked me, a hairy boy in his early twenties, to copy his work, but she really looks up to me." ”

"Wood, can you do it?"

Song Xiaoyu has followed Song Mingyue since he was a child to roll in these celebrity calligraphy and paintings and ceramic clay sculptures, and he also has some understanding of Chen Danqing and Dingci. Hearing Yang Mucheng teasing with the picture, he couldn't help but be faintly worried.

"It's fine. Mr. Song is tolerant a lot, there are still three months to go before the Spring Festival, and I can sell my strength well, but it may not really work. ”

Yang Mucheng smiled comfortingly at Song Xiaoyu and said, "Leader, you go and get busy with your work first." I'll report to you if there's anything I don't understand or need help with. ”

"Poor mouth!"

Song Xiaoyu saw that Yang Mucheng was not pulling his face, but could still joke with her, glared back, and turned around and walked out of the studio.

Yang Mucheng looked at the half-finished products and yellow mud in the room, moved his body, and then entered the working state. Because it's now an official job, naturally it won't be sold like last time. Throw the mud in a proper manner, and then start to pull the blank.

Anyway, Song Mingyue didn't have any other requirements except for asking him to make a pair of nine-turn plum vases, and Yang Mucheng was also happy to practice his hands here again and regain his porcelain-making skills.

When they were still very young, Yang Mucheng and Chen Danqing's precious grandson, Chen Muyang, the third-generation porcelain heir of Chen's Ding porcelain, went to Chen Danqing's porcelain workshop to steal children's pillows.

In the porcelain, the children's pillow is a representative work. Now there is a children's pillow in the Song Dynasty in the National Museum in Beijing, which is called a national treasure.

When Yang Mucheng and Chen Muyang were eight years old, they stole a green glazed children's pillow from Chen Danqing and used it as a toy to play with, not wanting to break it. And that children's pillow was originally customized by a high-ranking official in the imperial city with a lot of favors from Chen Danqing, and it was given to a member of the Thai royal family.

Yang Mucheng and Chen Muyang lawlessly broke the green glazed children's pillow and stabbed the leak at once. At that time, although the old lady Chen Danqing didn't say anything, Chen Muyang's father Chen Wenyu looked for Chen Muyang with a stick for three days, and let out cruel words, he must break his legs!

Yang Mucheng and Chen Muyang got into a big disaster, and the two of them hid in Guo Qizhen's house. Guo Qizhen's father is both the village chief and the principal of the school, and his prestige is extremely high. Dead and alive helped Chen Muyang to stand up, and the angry Chen Wenyu smashed the wall with a stick, and finally pulled Chen Muyang out without entering Guo's house.

But the old lady Chen Danqing finally opened her mouth and scolded directly. However, it was not Chen Muyang who was scolded, but Chen Wenyu, who was in a hurry.

What is a child who misses and breaks something? If he is not sensible, are you also not sensible?

Chen Wenyu was scolded by his father's words. Puzzled, he asked, "This is a gift from a high-ranking official in the imperial city to a foreign guest, what should I do if something goes wrong?" ”

"If you fall, you will do it again, and if you can't catch it, you will say that you didn't do it well. If he made a mistake, he explained to the foreign guests, why are you a porcelain-burning farmer in a hurry? ”

Old man Chen Danqing scolded his son angrily, Chen Wenyu was angry and wanted to vomit blood, his son was disobedient, and his father was confused. Since then, Chen Wenyu rarely cares about Chen Muyang anymore, and rarely talks to his father Chen Danqing. has been diligent and diligent over the years, but he has also mixed up the name of a master.

Outsiders say that Chen Wenyu can also become a master because of Chen Danqing's light, in fact, people who live in Lihuagou know that because of Yang Mucheng and Chen Muyang's trouble, Chen Wenyu has been able to talk to his father only over the years, and the fame and trophies he has won have been hard work.

However, although Yang Mucheng and Chen Muyang got into trouble, they were also angry. After Chen Wenyu stopped pursuing it, the two little children took the initiative to go to Chen Danqing's porcelain workshop, knelt down and kowtowed to admit their mistakes, and helped Chen Danqing make porcelain.

Chen Danqing laughed, and actually let the two children fight in the workshop. It was also from that day that Chen Muyang officially began to learn porcelain. And Yang Mucheng felt guilty because he broke the green glazed children's pillow, and tried hard to make amends, so he also got up early and followed the porcelain study in the dark.

Especially Yang Mucheng has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is talented and intelligent, and he has faintly surpassed Chen Muyang in many places. It's just that what he has learned is very miscellaneous, and if he only talks about pure porcelain, he is slightly inferior to Chen Muyang. However, compared with ordinary porcelain-making and anti-porcelain people, Yang Mucheng thinks that he is much higher than them.

For a whole day, Yang Mucheng made porcelain quietly in the workplace, which was also very comfortable. At noon, Song Xiaoyu bought him a sumptuous lunch as usual, when Yang Mucheng was making porcelain, he casually agreed, but he didn't even look at it, and Song Xiaoyu, who was angry, stomped his feet and stared. However, Yang Mucheng's attention was always on the semi-finished product in his hand, and he didn't look at Song Xiaoyu.

Although Song Xiaoyu's angry mouth was pursed high, it was not good to disturb Yang Mucheng's train of thought, so he had to sigh and retreat. It wasn't until she came to pick up Yang Mucheng from work in the afternoon that she saw that the food she bought at noon was placed on the table untouched, and it didn't move.

"Where to eat in the evening?"

On the car back, Song Xiaoyu's little face was very cold, obviously angry that Yang Mucheng didn't eat the lunch she bought.

"Isn't there anything left? I'll just take it back to the dorm and eat it. Otherwise, it's a waste. ”

Yang Mu Chengmu replied.

"You go back to the dormitory to eat, what should I do?"

Song Xiaoyu's eyebrows were twisted together.

"I'll accompany you."

Yang Mucheng said: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll accompany you." When you're done, I'll take the packed lunch back to the dorm to eat. ”

"You! ――”

Song Xiaoyu was so angry that he couldn't wait to push the wooden man next to him out of the car!

Ding dong! ――

At this time, Yang Mucheng's mobile phone rang. Yang Mucheng opened it and looked at it, his face changed very slightly, and then he regained his composure in an instant, closed his phone, and did not speak.

"Who's looking for you?"

Song Xiaoyu didn't care about losing her temper and asked nervously. A woman's intuition, there must be something wrong with this text message. Otherwise, there will be no subtle changes on Yang Mucheng's face, who has always been wooden-faced.

"A friend."

Yang Mucheng replied blandly.

"Male or female?"

Song Xiaoyu chased after him.

"Female."

Yang Mu told the truth.

"What's your relationship?"

Song Xiaoyu's face became more and more nervous.

"We just met yesterday."

Yang Mucheng did not hide it in the slightest.

"What is she looking for you for?"

Song Xiaoyu's body instinctively turned to Yang Mucheng's side, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the mobile phone in Yang Mucheng's hand.

"You want to have dinner with me."

Yang Mucheng is so honest that he looks like a fool.

"You're going to make an appointment?"

Song Xiaoyu asked tentatively, and her breathing became rapid because of nervousness.

"Hmm."

Yang Mucheng agreed.

"Get down!"

Song Xiaoyu looked directly at Yang Mucheng for a minute, then suddenly stepped on the brake, staring at Yang Mucheng with red eyes. At this time, it was the rush hour after work, and her car suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, and the car behind it quickly braked a series of times. In an instant, horns and foul words rang out throughout the lane.

"Oh!"

Yang Mucheng agreed, did not hesitate, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Yang Mucheng, you are not only a stinky wood. Still a white-eyed wolf with no conscience! ”

Song Xiaoyu looked at Yang Mucheng's back and scolded. Although she scolded happily, her tears flowed down uncontrollably, as if the river had cracked and could not be stopped.

Of course, Yang Mucheng knew that Song Xiaoyu had repeatedly helped him and accommodated his intentions everywhere. He's not a fool, and he's not really a wooden man. It's just that he has too many secrets on him, and he will do too many things in the future, and all of these things are risky and crazy. Song Xiaoyu is a good girl, but he doesn't want to bother her.

He doesn't want to play with any warmth, and he doesn't want to play anything from beginning to end. He believed in conscience and in cause and effect. The better Song Xiaoyu treats him, the more firm he will be, and only not letting her get too close is the greatest protection for her. Even if this protection looks really cruel.

Yang Mucheng was walking on the road, and a song by Lin Zhiying - "Scarecrow" was faintly heard in the distance.

"I'm not a scarecrow, I can't move, I can't say ......"

Listening to the singing, Yang Mucheng's hands were clenched tightly in his pockets, and his joints turned white and his fists creaked.