Is he teasing me

Chapter 96 I Can't Treat Her As Air

In the early morning, the sky outside the window is slightly bright.

Crack, the sound of a broken bottle.

Zhang Moyan, who already recognized the bed, immediately opened her eyes from a very light sleep. She didn't see the familiar ceiling. The strange canopy bed really made her dazed for a while. Ruzhou home.

Snapped!
There was another sound of the vessel breaking apart after being hit, this time Zhang Moyan completely woke up from the chaotic half-dream and half-awake state.

I pricked up my ears on the bed with the quilt closed, and about three minutes later, there was another similar shattering sound.

Zhang Moyan lay on the bed and counted, the sound would sound almost every two or three minutes.

Is someone fighting and throwing something?
Not quite.

It's too quiet. If people are angry to the point of throwing pots and bowls, it will usually be accompanied by inextricable quarrels, but...it seems that there is no such thing.

Moreover, the sound of smashing things did not appear to be rumbling and competing with each other, but one after another, with a certain rhythm, as if one piece was thrown out individually.

Zhang Moyan couldn't figure out what was going on, so she got up and pushed open the casement.

Immediately, the jagged pavilions, red flowers and green leaves all over them, and the house that was covered by the night last night suddenly appeared before the eyes, and the panorama appeared.

Shocked for a while, Zhang Moyan carefully discerned that the strange sounds seemed to be coming from the kiln.

It's a pity that her location is only four or five meters higher than a single-story building. At most, she can only see the yard of the kiln, and the view behind is blocked.

Half concerned, half curious, Zhang Moyan finished washing in the bathroom in a hurry, changed into a set of clothes, and went downstairs to the kiln to find out what happened.

It was still early at this time, and the courtyard was exceptionally quiet. Walking in it, Zhang Moyan suddenly had the illusion that no one else heard the voice except herself.

Walking into the small courtyard of the kiln, there was no one there.Stepping into the living room, the rows of shelves and workbenches are still the same as they were seen yesterday, but the burning kiln has been extinguished, like a cold fireplace.

The cracking sound continued, only a wall separated Zhang Moyan. Following the sound, Zhang Moyan walked in, passed through a hexagonal door, walked through a short corridor, and entered a wide backyard. I was stunned by what I saw——

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a pile of broken porcelain more than two meters high and ten meters in diameter. It is as green as jade, just like a jade mountain!
Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao stood side by side under the porch about ten meters away from Yushan Mountain. Beside them was a large double-decker trolley, which was filled with blue and blue porcelain.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xingyu got up so early and didn't hear him go out at all. When he passed by his door just now and saw the closed door, he thought he was still sleeping.

His eyes were then diverted by Xiao Guotao, who was moving beside him. Xiao Guotao took out a blue porcelain bowl from the cart and stroked it in his hands, as if saying his final farewell, but there was not much pause. Turning around and waving his arms, he threw the porcelain bowl onto the Jade Mountain.

The porcelain bowl shattered at the sound. Xiao Guotao looked at it thoughtfully for a while, then raised his head and chest, as if full of courage to start again, and picked up another piece of porcelain from the trolley, still stroking and throwing it out. .

The old man repeated these actions monotonously, and Xiao Xingyu smoked gracefully beside him, without dissuading or interfering, except for the sound of porcelain bumping into Yushan, the whole process was actually very quiet.

After about a dozen more falls, Xiao Xingyu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with leather shoes, and said to Xiao Guotao, "Grandpa, take a rest and let me come!"

The old man stopped his hands, Xiao Xingyu turned sideways and took out a porcelain wash from the trolley, and saw Zhang Moyan standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

His gaze was fixed on her gray denim outfit for at least half a minute, and then he glanced over as if he didn't see her, and smashed the porcelain wash hard on the jade mountain.

With a sound of "哐", the porcelain wash was shattered, and due to the strong impact, the broken porcelain pieces piled up on the top of the mountain were shaken and slid down a lot.

Xiao Guotao also noticed something strange, looked to the side, with a surprised face: "Miss Zhang? Oh, did the voice from our side affect you?"

"No, I woke up a long time ago." Zhang Moyan replied to Xiao Guotao's words, but his eyes were on Xiao Xingyu. His eyes just now were really...disgusted, and now he doesn't look at her at all.

Facing the innocent little white rabbit who broke in, Xiao Guotao was a little bit at a loss just like the little white rabbit.

"Mr. Xiao, what are you doing?" Zhang Moyan walked over slowly, his movements a little stiff.

"Oh," Xiao Guotao smiled hastily, and replied simply, "Yesterday, some defective products were burnt out, and we are dealing with them."

At this time, Xiao Xingyu threw another piece of porcelain, and the loud noise shocked Xiao Guotao.

"Mr. Xiao... Morning." Zhang Moyan dared to greet Xiao Xingyu.

Xiao Xingyu's face was as cold as ice, and he ignored it, picked up a three sacrifice statue from the side and threw it out. This time he didn't make much noise, but he seemed determined to treat Zhang Moyan as air.

Zhang Moyan looked at her new clothes and explained to him: "My clothes..."

"You can wear whatever you want! What I say is fart!" After all, Xiao Xingyu failed to treat her like air.

Xiao Guotao was dumbfounded: "Xing Yu, how can you talk to a lady like that?! You have no manners at all."

Zhang Moyan hurriedly said to Xiao Guotao: "No, no, it's my problem. Teacher Xiao and I have a little misunderstanding."

Zhang Moyan received a beautiful roll of eyes from Xiao Xingyu, and Xiao Guotao showed a puzzled expression.

"Old Xiao, these..." Zhang Moyan had no choice but to change the subject, turned his gaze to the trolley that had been disposed of by a third, and took a good look, "These porcelains are so exquisite, how could they be defective? I used to I have also seen some porcelain exhibitions, and I think they are more perfect than those exhibits in terms of shape and glaze color!"

When the word "perfect" was mentioned, Zhang Moyan obviously felt Xiao Guotao startled for a moment, and then saw him slowly take out a gourd bottle, his old hands gently turning the vessel to caress, his eyes loving and caring, It's like looking at one of your own children.

Zhang Moyan couldn't help guessing with such an expression and emotion: "Old Xiao, are they all your works?"

Xiao Guotao's hand holding the gourd bottle fixed slightly, and Xiao Xingyu also cast a glance at her, but the reporter's inertia had already made her speculate further: "These porcelains are the ones you just made last night. Is it the kiln that was fired?"

The air was suddenly quiet, save for a few crisp birdsong.

This silence was already the answer.

Zhang Moyan was once again incredulous. The pieces of porcelain in front of him, which were made by the master, are shiny and pure, with delicate bones and clear appearance, emitting delicate and soft light. Are they defective products that are about to be destroyed?
Zhang Moyan couldn't understand it: "It's such a good work, it's just like this after all the hard work... What a pity."

Xiao Guotao seemed to be in a daze, touched the porcelain in his hand for a long time, and then sighed lightly: "Everyone has different standards for measuring 'good'."

Zhang Moyan thought about the old man's words, and asked boldly: "Do you think they are bad because they are not azure?"

Xiao Guotao's eyes trembled, and he quickly regained his composure: "...Yes."

It's like a child who was accidentally seen with a poor test paper. At first he tried to cover it up, but when he found that he couldn't cover it up, he simply admitted.

Xiao Guotao's answer confirmed Zhang Moyan's conjecture that yesterday's kiln fire was indeed an experiment in refiring azure glazed porcelain.

"Zhang Moyan," Xiao Xingyu said suddenly, his gaze gave her a warning, "Don't ask around."

(End of this chapter)