ebookland Chapter 209 Damn, she’s so beautiful
Chapter 209 Damn, she’s so beautiful
In the small courtyard is a three-story building, which is the exclusive workshop of Mr. Shen.
Exhibition hall on the first floor, studio on the second floor, and lounge on the third floor.
Mr. Shen led everyone from the small courtyard into the exhibition hall on the first floor.
In the middle of the exhibition hall is a tea table, surrounded by ancient shelves with large and small ceramic works on the walls.
Among them, the most common ones are carved porcelain vases.
This is the second time Zhan Haiyang saw so many ceramic works of art after seeing so many calligraphy works at the Lin family dinner last time.
There is a vase as thin as cicada wings on the ancient shelf. The bottle body has smooth shape, graceful lines, and the glaze is delicate and smooth.
There are also three-dimensional sculptures on vases or porcelain plates, with brightly colored flowers and birds, and lifelike fish and insects.
They stood there quietly.
But as soon as your eyes fall on them, there is an invisible force that grabs all your attention.
Don't let go at all.
It has nothing to do with knowledge or experience, it is a kind of beauty that no Chinese can resist.
A feeling of powerlessness that only comes when the book is used came to Zhan Haiyang's heart.
He really wanted to say something, sigh, and express the shock and appreciation in his heart at this time.
But in the end, she could only turn into something she kept in her heart and dared not say out loud, "Holy shit, she's so beautiful."
The exhibition hall was inexplicably quiet, as if the passage of time had been slowed down here.
Zhan Haiyang glanced around, and finally his attention was attracted by a vase with a relief of chrysanthemums.
A chrysanthemum hangs on the outer wall of the crystal-white vase.
The petals of chrysanthemums are slender and extend outward. The ends of the yellow petals are cutely hooked inwards.
Each petal looks soft and delicate.
Zhan Haiyang took a few steps towards the vase in disbelief and looked at it carefully.
This chrysanthemum is actually made of ceramic!
It is carved from clay and then fired with colored glaze!
Shen Wenjing happened to see his actions and followed Zhan Haiyang's line of sight.
The corners of the old man's lips curved unconsciously.
He followed gently and approached the porcelain vase, "Young man has good taste."
"This is the proud work of my old man. He won the gold medal in the first National Porcelain Competition with this bottle."
He still remembered the old man's proud look when he came back after winning the award.
Perhaps it was Zhan Haiyang's "knowledge of Ju Ping" that made Mr. Shen start talking.
He actually selected several works in the exhibition hall and patiently explained them to the three of them.
What kind of clay was used for which work, and what knife technique was used when carving.
What should you pay attention to when applying glaze, and what difficulties are encountered when firing.
The old man spoke slowly and slowly, and introduced his works with great enthusiasm, taking the three of them and the netizens in the live broadcast room through the world of ceramics.
More than an hour passed before I knew it.
After Aunt Shen entered the door, she didn't know what she was busy with.
She wiped her hands and passed the door, and was surprised to see a few people still on the first floor.
"Why are you still talking here? Why don't you take them upstairs to try to stretch the embryo!"
"Inheritance, inheritance, seeing you always staring at those old treasures, is it called inheritance?"
"If you don't let young people try it, how will they know the fun?"
Mr. Shen was speaking vigorously when he was abruptly interrupted by her.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely be annoyed.
But it was my own sister who spoke.
In more than sixty years, he has never defeated her in a fight.
Zhan Haiyang saw Mr. Shen's expression paused, and then he tidied away an open-carved vase that he was explaining to everyone without saying anything.
"The drawing machine and clay are on the second floor, let's go up."
The three of them exchanged glances and tried their best to hold back their laughter.
I love Aunt Shen so much, is there anything wrong?
Mr. Shen has a large studio on the second floor.
There are also many semi-finished products placed here and there.
Some are still made of clay, and some are glazed.
Sun Miaomiao whispered to Zhan Haiyang, "I dare not speak until I enter here."
Zhan Haiyang was nodding his head when Shi Heng actually answered.
"On the first floor just now, I was really afraid that if I spoke louder, I would shatter something that I cannot afford to pay for."
His words obviously touched the hearts of Zhan Haiyang and Sun Miaomiao.
The two felt the same and nodded vigorously in unison.
That's right, everything can be put into a museum. What compensation do they have to pay?
Zhan Haiyang glanced at a vase embryo on the workbench that was in progress.
"Here, after a few years of working, I can finally afford to pay for one, right?"
I don’t know if Mr. Shen was interrupted by Aunt Shen just now. After going up to the second floor, he spoke a lot less.
He took a piece of mud from the mud pool, put it on the drawing machine, and started to demonstrate it to the three of them.
The mud in Mr. Shen's hands seemed to be alive.
"First round the clay embryo like this, then press a hole in the middle, and then pull it out with your hands, and it will be a vase."
Although Mr. Shen's explanation was like an emotionless AI, the three of them were stunned.
That ball of mud suddenly turned into a vase with smooth curves!
"The shape of the bottle mouth can be adjusted to the shape you like."
Shen Wenjing said while pressing the mouth of the bottle with his thumb.
Just like magic, the mouth of the vase changed into several shapes in just a few breaths.
Before the three of them had time to marvel, Mr. Shen's hand touched them somehow.
The vase collapsed and transformed into a large open bowl.
"If you don't want a bottle, we can make a soup bowl."
The objects on the drawing machine have nothing to do with vases. They look a bit like the large fruit bowls placed on the coffee table during the Chinese New Year.
"Wow, it's amazing!" Sun Miaomiao exclaimed.
Mr. Sun glanced at her, his expression a little proud.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the drawing machines next to him, "You guys sit down and I'll give each of you a piece of clay."
If you look at people who know how to do it, you will think it is very easy.
But if you change it to someone who doesn't know how, that ball of mud will act like it's deliberately trying to go against you.
Either it suddenly became crooked, or it fell out when it was almost ready.
Mr. Shen had a look of disgust on his face, but he still guided patiently.
Among the three, Shi Heng learned the fastest.
Aunt Shen was afraid that Mr. Shen's bad temper would show up again, so when she came to supervise the work, she happened to see Shi Heng making a bowl.
Although the bowl was as thick as a wall, Aunt Shen still praised it.
"Oh, our Company Commander Zhou is still the best!"
When Song Miaomiao heard this, she pouted and pretended to be unhappy.
"Aunt Shen, didn't you just say that you like me the most and that you want to be my fan? Why are you praising others?"
The little girl had a sweet mouth and coaxed Aunt Shen to smile like a flower.
At the end of the filming process, they still refused to let me go.
"Do you have any work later?"
“It’s been a long time coming to my house, how can I leave without having a meal?”
Aunt Shen was busy just now, preparing dumplings in the kitchen downstairs.
Even Mr. Shen looked over and said, "If nothing happens, just have a meal before leaving."