It didn't seem very respectful to throw away this card, but Xia Zhi didn't think about calling Xu Feng. She shoved it into her bag and put it in a small jar of business cards when she was free to clean up her bag.

Blind date...... What is this? She's so busy that she can't fall in love.

Weekends are her busiest time, and most offline activities are held on weekends, after which she will return to Cannes to see Xia Jianfeng every Monday and Tuesday – she is glad that her current job gives her the freedom to arrange holidays in addition to her busy schedule.

Xia Jianfeng's words have gradually become more concise, and his speed of speech is a little slower than before, so that he seems much gentler and kinder, not as sharp as before.

There are still not many words between father and daughter, and sometimes Xia Zhi will push him around in a wheelchair, not saying anything, but he is peaceful and easy-going.

On the first Monday in May, the summer solstice arrives home in the morning. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Xia Jianfeng sitting in the living room, watching He Yan wipe the glass of his cabinet with a flannel cloth.

Before you know it, there are so many of them...... Xia Zhi thought as he looked at the glassware on the inside and outside of the cabinet.

may be financially without her and Xia Yuan's burden, Xia Jianfeng's pension is still okay, plus Yu Xiaofei found a wider collection channel for Xia Jianfeng through online shopping, and in just a few years, Xia Jianfeng's collection has almost recovered to the cabinet that she smashed.

He Yan turned his head and glanced at Xia Zhi and said, "You came back just in time, your father asked your brother to borrow a camera to come back to shoot glass, he made a whole of this, will you see if it will be used?" ”

Xia Zhi put down his backpack and looked at the coffee table along He Yan's fingers, which was actually a micro-mirror.

She estimated that Xia Jianfeng's original intention was to let Xia Yuan get a point-and-shoot digital camera, like her A720 that had broken for N years. It's just that in recent years, everyone is used to shooting with mobile phones, and those who play with cameras are more professional, and this micro-single is already a very low-end device.

She picked up the camera and turned on the switch and fumbled twice, played Han Junxi's SLR, and still remembered the basic operation.

Xia Zhi nodded and said, "Yes." But what is it for? Is it sold on TB? ”

"What are you selling...... Xia Jianfeng glanced at her and said, "I'll sort out the information." ”

"It's just a pile of glass, there's something to tidy up." Staring at this pile of things since childhood, Xia Solstice has long had aesthetic fatigue.

This time it was He Yanxian who smiled: "Your father said that he would write a book with a few old friends who collected together to introduce the history of these glasses." ”

Xia Zhi couldn't hold back a smile: "My dad? Writing a book? Does anyone look at this thing? ”

Xia Jianfeng's face turned red and white when he was laughed by the mother and daughter, and he coughed and said, "What do you know, there is a lot of knowledge here." ”

Xia Zhi wanted to say that now that the publishing industry is in a recession, no one will publish this niche type of book, not to mention that she also doubts what dry goods Xia Jianfeng can produce, but when the words came to her mouth, she still held back. She didn't think Xia Jianfeng would listen to her.

Love what's wrong, he has nothing to do now except for weekly rehabilitation, paralyzed in this wheelchair, it's good to have a sustenance.

Xia Zhi asked, "Where can I take pictures?" Dream Literature Network

Although their house was cleaned and tidy by He Yan, it was an old house after all, and it seemed that they couldn't find a good-looking background.

Who knew that Xia Jianfeng had already prepared, he found a few white foam boards out of nowhere and put them together into a square with two adjacent sides missing, which made He Yan pull out of the corner of the house.

The two sides of the gap are facing up and facing the camera, and a glass bottle is placed inside, and you can take pictures by placing it in a well-lit area.

Xia Zhi felt that such a method was definitely not something Xia Jianfeng came up with, and sure enough, Xia Jianfeng explained that this was the method of his old friend Uncle Sheng. Uncle Sheng has already concocted a cabinet of glass in the same way, and the effect is good.

So Xia Zhi set up a folding table in front of the glass door of the balcony, put the background props on it, and put the glassware in order according to Xia Jianfeng's instructions, patting them one by one.

The camera does not have a triangular bracket, although Xia Zhi moved a bench to sit and shoot, but her hands were still sore after a long time, and she was tired and sweating.

She pauses to rest and puts her camera on her lap to look at the photos she had taken in front of her. It's not that good, she's also a person who has been in a professional studio to shoot book illustrations, and the photos in front of her are too pediatric in comparison.

Of course, you can't say this to Xia Jianfeng, he is playing tickets, there is no need to find a studio to make a big move.

He Yan took advantage of the summer solstice to rush to buy vegetables at home, and at this time, there was a father and daughter in the house, Xia Jianfeng sat beside her with his eyes half-closed, as if he was sleeping, but in fact, he was just closing his eyes and recuperating.

"These are all produced by Shanghai Huashang Beiyang Glass Factory. In the past few years, I have been collecting glass from this factory. There are factory name logos, and many of them also have production mold numbers. You can flip to the bottom to have a look. ”

Xia Jianfeng suddenly opened his eyes and said. It turned out that he looked at Xia Solstice for a while, looked at the photos for a while, and stared at the real thing on the table for a while, thinking that she was interested.

Xia Zhi nodded in understanding, but did not go through the vase. That's the equivalent of branding, right? She asked a lot: "There are also other factories that produce them, right?" It seems to be pretty much the same. ”

It has only been a few years since I started to collect this brand, so it means that I used to collect a little miscellaneous everything, but in Xia Zhi's impression, there seems to be no difference between the glass bottles on this shelf now and the cabinet that was broken before.

Xia Zhi asked casually, opened Xia Jianfeng's chatterbox, and said, "Of course there is a difference. Large glass factories, such as Yaohua Glass and Liangyou Glass, are very famous. Huashang was a small factory in the French Concession of Shanghai at that time, with a small production scale, but a rich variety of products, small and exquisite. ”

Xia Jianfeng talked eloquently, from the industrial salvation of the industrialists of the Republic of China, to the rise of the glass industry.

"Glass is fragile and difficult to transport, so glass products during the Republic of China were supplied to foreigners in the concession and wealthy merchants in China, and were considered to be middle-class supplies. It slowly evolved into a daily life utensil that the general public could afford. The development history of glass in the Republic of China reflects the development of China's modern national industry from the side, and it is also a history of consumption by ordinary people......"

The May breeze slowly came in from the balcony, and the father and daughter, one sitting in a wheelchair, seemed to be half-asleep, and the other was sitting on a small bench with a camera in his arms, resting his cheeks.

In the impression of the summer solstice, there has never been such a quiet moment between father and daughter.

She always thought that Xia Jianfeng was just looking beautiful and buying and playing with these glasses, but she didn't expect that he also seriously went to the library to consult a large number of books and collected a lot of information on the Internet.

Publishing a book is not a whim, as early as a few years ago, he and a few friends began to sort and collect glass from different manufacturers in a planned way, he wrote five notes, and almost entered the manuscript into the computer.

"Dad, can you show me the notebook?" Xia Zhi said.