Seeing the old man's sad expression, Su Wan's eyes were in a trance, and she asked in a soft voice, "Grandpa, who do you say I look like?" ”

The old man seemed to come back to his senses, paused, and shook his head very lightly.

Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Su Wu didn't ask any more.

She and Chu Suosuo look a little similar.

Nothing unusual about people like him knowing.

Qi Baisong, an ancient painting restoration expert who greeted Su Wan just now, saw this and walked over.

He introduced to Su Wan: "Xiao Su, this is the master of our country's ancient ceramic restoration, Hua Tianshou, and Old Man Hua." ”

Su Wan had heard of Hua Tianshou's name.

In the world of cultural relics restoration, he is no less famous than his grandfather.

Su Wan greeted him respectfully: "Hello, Elder Hua." ”

"Hello." Hua Tianshou nodded, the corners of his eyes still red.

Qi Baisong introduced to him again: "Hua Lao, this is Su Wenmai's little granddaughter, Su Wenmai, a genius who restores ancient paintings and calligraphy. ”

Hua Tianshou's eyes lit up, and he looked at Su Wan with interest.

Seeing this, Qi Baisong said: "Not long ago, the picture of Wang Meng's seclusion that the museum got was the pen she received. Don't look at her young age, she has a good pen handiwork. A group of old fellows, holding magnifying glasses, lay on it, and searched for most of the day, but we didn't find the slightest flaw. ”

He smacked his lips and sighed: "When you and I were as old as her, we were still apprentices, and we had already reached the pinnacle of ancient calligraphy and painting restoration." The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and heroes have come out of teenagers since ancient times. ”

Hearing this, when Hua Tianshou looked at Su Wu again, there was a different look in his eyes.

What do you say about that look?

It's like a carver meeting a beautiful jade, and like Bole meeting a good horse.

It's a kind of thirsty look.

Su Wan often sees this kind of look in the eyes of these old experts.

At first, I feel uncomfortable, but later on, I get used to it.

Hua Tianshou touched his beard, looked at her intently for a while, and asked, "Xiao Su, are you interested in the restoration of ancient ceramics?" ”

Su Wan smiled and said, "I'm very interested." ”

Hua Tianshou pondered for a moment and asked, "Then do you want to learn?" ”

Su Wan said truthfully: "I want to learn." ”

Hua Tianshou twisted his beard, "How about learning from me?" I happen to be short of a closed disciple. ”

Su Wu was stunned.

I didn't expect this kind of old master to accept apprentices so casually.

When they saw her first, they were to take her as an apprentice.

In her cognition, the craft of cultural relics restoration is generally handed down from ancestors.

The inside is not passed on to the outside, and the men are not passed on to the women.

The reason why her grandfather passed it on to her was because there were no men in the family.

Seeing that Su Yu was silent, Qi Baisong hurriedly glanced at her and said, "Xiao Su, quickly promise Hua Lao." Hua Lao easily did not accept apprentices, and many people tried every possible way to worship him as a teacher, but he refused. ”

Su Wu naturally couldn't ask for it.

Skills are not pressing.

Being able to worship Hua Tianshou as a teacher and learn ancient ceramic restoration is like a tiger with wings for her.

Su Wu bent her eyebrows and said with a reverent face: "Hua Lao, I am willing to learn from you to restore ancient ceramics." ”

Hua Tianshou nodded approvingly, "You are a good material, but to learn the restoration of ancient ceramics, you have to bear hardships and stand hard work, and you must endure loneliness." Once you learn from me, you have to learn to the end, you can't give up halfway, you can't fish for three days and dry nets for two days, can you do it? ”

Su Wan'er, "Don't worry, I have laid these basic skills since I was a child." It is my blessing to be able to learn art from Hua Lao. ”

Hua Tianshou changed his sadness just now and laughed twice.

He tilted his head to Qi Baisong and said, "Look at this little girl, she is very penetrating, and the more I look at it, the more I like it." By the way, girl, where is your home? If you want to learn from me, you have to go to Kyoto, is it convenient for you? ”

Su Wan's eyes lit up, "What a coincidence, I'm also from Kyoto." ”

"That's too convenient, when we return to Kyoto, we will worship the teacher, and I will officially accept you as an apprentice."

Su Wan smiled sweetly, "Okay, I'll visit you then." ”

The two left each other's contact information and happily parted.

Su Wan is happy to learn another craft.

Hua Tianshou was pleased with what he had learned all his life, and finally had a successor.

In the past, he had also accepted several apprentices one after another.

The one with the best qualifications, after completing the study, took this craft as a stepping stone and climbed up to engage in a career.

The others are diligent and diligent, but their qualifications are average and tepid.

He wants to accept Su Wan, who has good talents, can endure loneliness, and can concentrate on this line of work.

In time, she will become famous in the ancient ceramic restoration industry.

When it comes to her, everyone knows that she is his Hua Tianshou's apprentice.

Of course, these are all secondary.

The most important thing is that she looks too much like his daughter when she was young, and her temperament is also similar, gentle and graceful, quiet and elegant.

Su Wan returned to the room.

The ancient silk painting has been cleaned, and the next step is to repair the holes on it.

Because the materials that Shen Yuan sent someone to find were not yet in place, Su Yu was not busy at night.

After eating, she called Gu Beixian, and she went to bed early.

I slept until nine o'clock, and was awakened again by the nightmare I had thirteen years ago.

When I woke up, I couldn't sleep.

She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and the bed was almost dug out of a hole by her.

Suddenly, there was a flute sound, and it came through the window like water.

Su Wan was slightly surprised.

In these years, there are really not many people who blow the flute, especially in this kind of barren mountain and wild village, which is too rare.

The sound of the flute is melodious, like crying and complaining.

Su Wan listened and listened, and a ripple like autumn water gradually appeared in her heart.

In her memory, Brother Ayao played a flute well.

When she was very young, she used to learn from him and knew some tunes.

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully for a while.

The man played "The Bright Moon Sends Acacia for a Thousand Miles".

She vaguely remembered the words:

People are thousands of miles away, and they have never asked the stars to be scarce. Please bring greetings to the bright moon, and the people who miss often cry.

The moonlight is hazy, the night is not over, and the surroundings are lonely and quiet. The cold light on the table was unknown, and I sat alone and lonely.

There is no news from people thousands of miles away, but there is no basis for asking questions from afar. Please send a letter from Mingyue and send me a piece of paper to comfort the parting feelings.

Very poignant word.

The flute has eight holes, one of which is a mood, which is particularly beautiful and sentimental.

The person who blows the flute must have these two feelings, otherwise it will not be good to blow the tune.

She wondered, is the person who gives the a man or a woman?

What kind of story does it have that makes the sound of the flute so poignant?

Curiosity drove her to get dressed and get out of bed.

Pulling open the door, the two bodyguards guarding the door hurriedly asked her, "Young lady, where are you going?" ”

Su Wan said lightly: "I can't sleep, I want to go out for a walk, can you follow me?" ”

"Okay."

What happened last night, the bodyguard didn't dare to be negligent, and followed her step by step, following her like a shadow, close protection.

Looking for the sound of the flute, Su Wu walked out of the door of the guest house.

To the west of the gate, 100 meters away, there is an old arch bridge.

On the arched bridge stood a tall, stiff figure, with his back to her, holding a long flute in his hand.

The man has short hair, wears a handsome black jacket, and has a pair of long legs that are straight and powerful.

Su Wan felt that the back was very familiar, as if it was Gu Jinyao's, and she was not sure.

A large, serene moonlight hung over him.

Sprinkled a very white and pale moonlight.

The moonlight blurred the man's sharp figure.

Close, the melodious and poignant sound of the flute clearly soaked into Su Wan's ears.

Weeping and complaining.

The tune turned into words is: People are thousands of miles away, and they have never asked the stars to be scarce. Please bring greetings to the bright moon, and the people who miss often shed tears......

Su Wu listened in a daze.

The sound of the flute is too poignant, and the voice is full of longing.

She couldn't help but think of her deceased grandparents.

thought of Brother Ayao who died in the fire to save her.

My heart was cut one by one by some blunt object, and it hurt a little.

It's been a long time.

She still vividly remembers those nights more than ten years ago.

Two taciturn children, one holding a flute, sat under the pear blossom tree in the yard, blowing silently.

The moonlight is cool, the pear blossoms are like snow, and the sound of the flute is like a turn.

That image was forever fixed in her mind.

I can't forget it.

If Brother Ayao hadn't died and lived until now, I don't know what would have become.

Su Wan looked ahead with a vague gaze.

A tear hung on her face, shining silently in the moonlight.

The moon is like a wash, and the night breeze is slightly drunk.

At this moment, Su Wu was silent and weak, and the tears on her face were like broken jade, like cold ice.

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly the surprised voice of the bodyguard came from behind him: "Look, is that person Mr. Gu?" ”