Chapter 590

Chapter 590

There were only Xiaomei and me on the second underground floor of the Blue Sky Hotel, and the surrounding area seemed a bit empty.

Looking at the clock No. 7 placed on the wooden stand, Xiaomei said with an ugly face: "Just do what I said just now, the godfather will leave in a few days, we can hide it as long as we can, don't let him know. "

I originally wanted to help, but I didn't expect to get into trouble. I asked Xiaomei if she could hide?

What would be the consequences if the godfather found out?

"as a result of?"

Xiaomei took a deep breath and said: "You have only known the godfather for a few days. You don't know what it looks like when he gets angry. Once he gets angry, no one dares to go up and persuade him. It may be because of his boxing practice. A doctor recommended him to learn boxing before." Try to adjust your mood and listen to some classical music appropriately."

When I went back at night, thinking about Xiaomei's words, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. It was almost dawn, and I was still wandering around the room wearing slippers.

I shuddered at the thought of some terrible consequence.

"Xiaomi, where are you?" I couldn't help it, so I called Xiaomi.

"Brother Feng, we have returned to Yulin. We are here with the head. The head asked you just now."

I didn't mention the text message last night because it wouldn't help, so it was better not to say it.

"Can you come to Handan and try to help repair a bronze chime?"

"Going to Handan to repair chimes?"

On the phone, Xiaomi's voice sounded unexpected.

I said yes, and immediately I told Xiaomi about the difficulties I encountered, wondering if she could do anything about it.

There is a basis for why I invited Xiaomi.

Do you still remember the Ashoka Tower with a hole drilled in the bottom?

That tower was repaired by Uncle Liao, and ordinary people would never be able to tell it after it was repaired.

Repairing cultural relics and imitating cultural relics are both crafts, and each family's craftsmanship is a secret that is not spread to the outside world.

A few years ago, the documentary about me repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City became popular, which made many young laymen understand this profession. However, they did not know that it was just the tip of the iceberg. In addition to the Forbidden City, there are many masters hidden among the people.

Xiaomi listened to my story and said hesitantly on the phone: "Brother Feng, I understand what you mean. It's hard to say without seeing the real thing. You have to see it with your own eyes. I have nothing to do here. I will set off at noon and leave in the evening." I can get to you."

I said yes, come here and be careful on the road.

At around 10 o'clock that night, Xiaomi told me that she had arrived at Handan Railway Station. There was no direct bus No. 808 at that time, so I took a taxi directly from Wu'an to Handan, which took more than an hour.

When I arrived at West Railway Station, I saw Xiaomi standing at the door of West Railway Station Supermarket.

She was carrying a black backpack, had a crew cut, a peaked cap, jeans and a black cotton-padded jacket. She had her hands in her pockets and was stamping her feet in the cold.

There is one thing I didn't expect. Xiaomi didn't tell me on the phone this morning.

Uncle Liao actually came too...and Uncle Liao was standing behind Xiaomi at that time.

I walked over quickly and called them.

"Uncle Liao, haven't you been recovering from your injuries? Why did you come here in person?"

Xiaomi ran over and hugged my arm and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, I asked the master to come here. My skills are still weak, but it will be different when the master comes. There will be no problem, Brother Feng."

Uncle Liao smiled and nodded at me: "We are old and it takes a few months to recover from some injuries. Let's go. Without further ado, let's go see things first."

After taking a taxi back to Lantian, Xiaomei was already waiting in the basement.

"Have you gone to bed yet?" I asked in a low voice.

Xiaomei said that the godfather came to see the chime once during the day, but he did not find anything wrong with the No. 7 chime.

"That's okay...fortunately." I breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.

After trying the chime tone with a small mallet, Uncle Liao frowned: "How could it be like this? The sound is too unpleasant."

"Can it be fixed?" I asked Uncle Liao.