At this time, the driver had already informed the Qin family's subordinates, and he walked towards the high gate, Sui Yu looked at the tall and tall back, and there was a trace of sadness hidden in his eyes.

She didn't wear that pink dress, not to please anyone by observing the etiquette of the Huo family, but on the eve of the Spring Festival this year, a girl named Jiang Buji died......

Soon, Sui Yu understood what Huo Yan's purpose was in bringing her to the Qin family.

The old man of the Qin family was obsessed with making porcelain a few years ago, and every year when the old man Huo returned to Nancheng, he would come up with a meticulous work for his old friends to appreciate. A few days ago, the old man Huo came to visit, and the old man took out an ice crack teacup, and when Huo Ning followed the appreciation, he accidentally broke the teacup.

It is said that the old and the young, the older the more children. Old Man Qin's favorite tea cup was broken, and his temper came up, which made Old Man Huo also lose face.

Sui Yu remembered that the old man had come back from the Qin family early that day, and his face was very bad. At that time, she thought that it was the second uncle's family who came over, interrupting the old man's interest in reminiscing and being in a bad mood, it turned out that it was because of this.

She pinched the fragments of the teacup, her fingers gently sliding over the sharp cross-section, her eyebrows lowered, quiet as a wax figure.

Old man Qin Shengwen looked at the girl with a childish face in front of him, glanced at Huo Yan gloomily, and the old voice sounded: "You said she can fix it?" In his tone, there was no hint of trust, and it was difficult to hide his disappointment.

Huo Yan told him that someone could fix it, and he thought he had found a master, but this was clearly a little girl, which made him happy in vain.

Huo Yan tugged at his lips and said, "The old man won't know if you look at it." ”

Qin Shengwen snorted and picked up a fragment, which was visibly distressed to the naked eye.

"This teacup, I studied it for a year before I made it, just like the child I gave birth to, I don't want to watch it be tossed again. As he spoke, he put down the fragment and waved his hand, "I have received your heart, take her back." ”

Qin Shengwen refused, Sui Yu, who had been quiet, raised his eyes and said, "Anyway, it's all a dead thing, no matter how distressed the old man is, it's just a bag of red cloth and digging a pit under the tree to bury it." But if I can fix it, it will come back to life, does the old man want a dead thing, or does he want to keep his 'child'?"

"Wow, it's not a small tone. Qin Shengwen looked at the little girl carefully this time, and changed his expression, and became a little interested.

......

In Old Man Qin's collection room, Sui Yu sat in front of a large table, holding a fragment of a tea cup in each hand, and she closed her eyes quietly, as if she was sensing the fragment.

She had been sitting like this for a long time, and after lunchtime, she hadn't seen any movement.

On the sofa not far away, Huo Yan and Qin Shengwen each occupied a seat, and the two men looked at the little girl, holding a cup of tea in their hands to eliminate food.

Qin Shengwen took a sip of tea, raised his chin over there, and said, "Huo Yan, are you looking for such a little girl to come over and make me happy?"

Huo Yan tugged at his lower lip and replied: "Old man, I originally said to bring the pieces back and return them to you when they are repaired, you have to see with your own eyes how to bake porcelain, since this is the case, then watch patiently, don't fall asleep." ”

"Stinky boy. Qin Shengwen took a sip of him, and then said lazily, "Let me tell you, if she can't get it right, don't mention it." ”

Huo Yan smiled slightly, but did not answer, his slender fingers slowly circled the edge of the teacup, and his eyes moved slightly.

Huo Ning broke the old man's beloved thing, he planned to use the Ming Dynasty colorful cup he got at the auction last year as compensation, but the old man couldn't look down on it, and he only felt sorry for the broken tea cup he made. It was also a coincidence that he accidentally saw Jiang Buyi restoring his sculpture.

The air was silent.

Huo Yan looked at the serious appearance of the girl buried in the drawing, the low-hanging forty-five degree angle, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but she could see her small and delicate nose, pursed lips, and long eyelashes before they moved for a long time.

Her hair was tied back with a hairband, and when she cut the pieces with short scissors, her cheeks clenched slightly, and a strand of hair naughtily broke free and hung down on her cheeks.

The scene when he and Jiang Buyi met for the first time suddenly came to mind.