Is he teasing me

Chapter 80 Men are most attractive when they are serious

"Ouch!" Xiao Xingyu ran over distressedly, rolled up his sleeves and helped the old man fish the plum bottle out of the glaze water, holding it in his hand and watching it carefully for a while.There were already knock marks on the prime embryo. He shook his head and looked at the old man with an expression ready to be beaten: "I can't save it, Grandpa, this is on my head!"

This old man is Xiao Guotao.

"Xingyu, why are you back! Did you just arrive?" The old man returned to his senses with a surprised expression, not the least bit annoyed by the destruction of the work.

"Yeah! I miss you. I didn't come back during the Chinese New Year. I'll come back to see you recently when I have time!" Xiao Xingyu said sincerely, putting the discarded plum bottle aside, and naturally took a gut from the long table. The bottle is held in the left hand, and the right hand lifts the wooden spoon beside the glaze jar and scoops a spoonful of glaze water into the bottle.

Then, he put down the wooden spoon, held the plain embryo in his hands with clear joints, and turned it 360 degrees to pour the glaze water out of the bottle. With skillful techniques, when the glaze water was completely poured out, the inside of the bottle had been evenly formed. Glaze.

Xiao Xingyu at this moment is different from any other time. Seeing more of his handsome and cool appearance, I am a little surprised that he is quiet and focused at the moment.

The light above his head sprinkled on his black hair, like a layer of jumping platinum particles, his handsome profile was clear, and his slender neck was bent into a graceful arc. , The movement is elegant and beautiful, the turbid glaze water covered his sturdy forearm, dripping drop by drop into the tank.

Xiao Xingyu's eyes, expressions, and movements are all extremely gentle. In the oil painting-like picture, his whole person exudes a streamer like warm water, the air seems to be still, and time is still.

Sure enough, men are most attractive when they are serious. At this moment, Xiao Xingyu is so handsome that it is a little unreal.

Xiao Guotao stood up and vigorously stirred the glaze tank with a long wooden stick for more than ten times. After the water surface was calm, Xiao Xingyu, like Xiao Guotao before, grabbed the bottom of the gallbladder bottle and slowly submerged the gallbladder bottle into the water. Apply a little force on the top, and then lift it up at a constant speed, and the entire gallbladder bottle is perfectly completed for the first time. (Ru porcelain needs secondary glaze)
"Be careful." Xiao Guotao breathed lightly and stared at Xiao Xingyu's hand.

"There are numbers."

Xiao Xingyu carefully placed the bile bottle on the workbench, and took an old towel next to him to wipe his arm.

"Perfect! Much better than your dad!" Xiao Guotao exclaimed with satisfaction, took a brush from the pen holder on the table, dipped it in full glaze water, and re-glazed the position where Xiao Xingyu started on the gall bottle.

The kiln in the room is raging. This beautiful and warm picture of the old and the young is difficult to describe in words. At this moment, Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao have the feeling that they are masters discussing Taoism. The spiritual world of the dialogue between the two is probably not one in the world. Humans can intervene.

After a few sketches, it was a great success, and the old man stood up happily, only to notice that there was another person in the room.

Xiao Guotao hesitantly maintained a half-sitting and half-standing posture, raised his hand and took off the glasses on the beam, and took a good look at Zhang Moyan.

"You are..." Xiao Guotao squinted his eyes and stood up straight.

The old man is very old, very thin, his weather-beaten face is already wrinkled, he wears a pair of old-fashioned square glasses, and he has the temperament of an old-time intellectual. .

Zhang Moyan had seen Xiao Guotao's photos on the data, but when he saw the real person, he still felt that there was a gap between the photos and the old man in front of him was obviously much older.

Xiao Guotao asked who Zhang Moyan was, Zhang Moyan looked at Xiao Xingyu, ... It seems that he still intends to let her introduce herself?
After another 5 seconds, Zhang Moyan was sure that Xiao Xingyu meant this, so he had no choice but to walk in front of Xiao Guotao: "Hello, Mr. Xiao, I'm a personal bodyguard hired by Mr. Xiao. My name is Zhang Moyan."

There is no way, although the bodyguard's identity is very shocking, but she must maintain a uniform caliber in front of everyone, so she had to be a bodyguard to the end.

"Zhang Moyan?" The old man's eyes still stayed on Zhang Moyan's face, "Is it Gong Changzhang?"

Zhang Moyan said immediately: "Oh no, I'm Li Zaozhang."

The old man nodded: "There are not many people with the surname of this chapter. It seems that there are more people in Hubei and Jiangxi. Are you from Hubei or Jiangxi?"

Zhang Moyan smiled lightly and shook his head. The old man is really well-informed: "I'm not from Hubei or Jiangxi, I'm from Shenhai."

"Oh." The old man nodded clearly.

The old man looked at her with very strong eyes, almost like an inspection of goods. Rao is Zhang Moyan, who has seen many celebrities and everyone, and usually doesn't care about other people's eyes, they are stared at as cautiously as a newbie. intern.

"Xingyu, why are you looking for a bodyguard?" The old man suddenly asked Xiao Xingyu worriedly, "Is there any danger?"

Xiao Xingyu smirked in his chest, waved his hand, and quickly reassured his grandfather: "No, no, I have a friend who opened a security service company and launched a new bodyguard service, let me experience it!"

Really make up stories.

Experience the experience?

Zhang Mo twitched his eyebrows, why do you think this word is a bit weird?She is not smart electronics.

And this completely untenable reason, Xiao Guotao actually believed it, and he was relieved: "That's good, but you still have to be more careful when you go out."

Xiao Xingyu agreed with a very filial son and grandson: "That's for sure, you can rest assured! If you want to say who is the most important person to worry about, who else is there besides me!"

The old man was actually coaxed by his exaggerated language to make his face wrinkle and laugh.

They talked about other people and things, but Zhang Moyan didn't quite understand it, so his eyes wandered around at will, and suddenly he was attracted by an open notebook on the table.

This is a leather notebook about one inch thick. Two-thirds of it has been used. The opened page is full of handsome handwriting. Zhang Moyan looked at it carefully. Except for the text, it was densely written on it. Lots of things like chemical formulas.

"Snapped!"

The notebook in front of her was closed, Zhang Moyan raised her head, met Xiao Guotao's kindly smiling eyes, and Xiao Xingyu on the side gave her a warning wink while pressing her eyebrows.Although neither of them spoke, she already felt the presumption of reading the notes.

Zhang Moyan nodded slightly, apologized, and quickly left the table three steps away.

The rest of the time she sat on a wooden bench with her hands folded on her knees, as good as Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa.Xiao Xingyu and the old man glazed several bottles and jars again. The two cooperated seamlessly, and the picture was pleasing to the eye.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded outside, and then Wang Ma and Uncle Chai walked in together.

"Master, dinner is ready, you and Xing Yu can go to the large living room for dinner," Uncle Chai glanced at the gas kiln, "Let me guard here."

Zhang Moyan didn't expect to hear someone called "Master" in this era, which made her feel that she had entered a very interesting world.

Family law, ancient houses, masters... Some very old and traditional things seem to still continue in the Xiao family.

Time and space are intertwined here, and ancient times and modern times seem to partially overlap.

　Good morning weekend,
　　The author is going to get up early to fight, and the manuscripts are getting less and less!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)