Lin Qingsong stopped: "He moved out of the Su family?"
"Yeah, it happened a few days ago."
Lin Qingsong thought about it for a moment: "Two days ago, she added Jian Fangshu to our group and had a private chat with me."
Tang Wan paused: "I will contact Jian Fangshu. Has she contacted you?"
Lin Qingsong knew who she was talking about: "Add me, but I ignored it."
"It seems you know." Tang Wan's information is not much behind Lin Qingsong's, "She may be returning to China."
"I know that if I take over the Zhu family, Jian Congwei will definitely let her come back."
Tang Wan sneered: "Huh, that old fox is so evil."
"Okay, go take care of Su Ye yourself," Lin Qingsong unlocked the door to his home, "I'm home."
I hung up the phone before opening the door. There was no light on the entrance door, and it was dark inside, as if no one was there.
The little Gui looked out from the sofa alertly. When he saw that it was him who was coming back, he immediately jumped up from the sofa, circled around him twice, wagging his tail and pounced on him.
Lin Qingsong turned on the warm light and put the food on the table. There was half-cooled rice in the bowl. It seemed that he had eaten half of it and then put it down.
Xiaogui was tearing apart the house and tearing toilet paper everywhere.
Lin Qingsong turned on the sweeping robot, walked slowly up to the second floor, shined the faint light from the tea room, and sat on the carpet to make a phone call.
She was wearing thin pajamas, and her toes were red from the cold but she didn't even notice. Ren Zixian was very thin, as thin as a butterfly from behind, looking pitiful and lonely.
There are her documents and computer beside her. An architectural model is spinning quietly on the computer, while the communication device is popping up pop-ups like crazy.
The carpet was covered with scattered papers, with various patterns drawn on them, and some even seemed to have meaningless lines.
Another tabletop is filled with experimental supplies and fake lacquered coffins, and even the damage on them has been restored to scale.
"Teacher, I think the idea is wrong," Ren Zixian stared at the tea leaves floating in the pot: "The best way is to make the same kind of lacquer, so as to avoid damage to the entire coffin. Seymor Company uses What is X-ray diffraction technology is that it can conduct concrete analysis on the thickness and color of each layer of paint to draw closer to real conclusions. However, this method can completely detect how many substances are used as basic ingredients, and the proportion completion rate is only 58%.”
Her voice was ethereal, clearly devoid of emotion but even more crisp and pleasant to hear. She spoke slowly word by word, and even if she was just reading an academic report, it was vivid in a different way.
Lin Qingsong put a plush blanket on her body, and Ren Zixian did not look back or notice.
The cold wind outside the window was still howling, Lin Qingsong turned on the heating in the room and added hot water to the teapot.
The little Gui got in through the door. When no one came to chase it, it crawled to Ren Zixian's feet and lay down, coquettishly, turning its belly and rubbing against her.
"Then we used energy dispersive X-ray fluorescence analysis. Although this method has not been the mainstream analysis method in recent years, after scanning, we may be able to infer the genre from the craftsmen's customary techniques, and thus speculate on the raw materials that may be used. Because of the climate The lacquer materials used vary from place to place, depending on the environment and culture. However, this method is very likely to cause contamination and damage to the surface of the lacquerware, so it was rejected by the cultural repair factory." Ren Zixian paused, "Actually, I have I checked with the computer department and found out that this method can only be done to a limited extent and will most likely fail."
Yu Xinyi had high hopes for Ren Zixian, so she must have given her full support at this time, but she also fell silent after hearing the analysis.
Seymor is the leader in the industry. This time the literary repair factory spent a lot of money to have them tested. No matter what kind of cutting-edge technology it is, they must have tried it.
Yu Xinyi: "The age of this set of coffins is not good. During the Warring States Period, there were disputes among the heroes. At that time, the exchanges between craftsmen decreased, so even though there were many schools, there were few records. In addition, the period was too early, and the lacquer at that time was still Without a unified scale, anyone can come up with a new secret recipe, so it’s not easy to explore.”
"I think our thinking is too limited. Our ultimate goal is to clean up the stone contamination on the outside of the coffin without damaging the coffin, and second to solve the mold problem inside the entire coffin. . I want to culture and screen the possible bacterial species contained in wood samples by intercepting them, and then prepare a sterilizing solution accordingly.”
Yu Xinyi did not speak, and Ren Zixian also fell silent for a moment. Time passed little by little, and there was only the sound of hot water boiling in the teapot.
Lin Qingsong had never seen Ren Zixian like this before. She had always been calm and calm in front of Lin Qingsong. She had never been like this before, with her eyes filled with determination to win.
I have to admit that instead of asking him to solve everything, Lin Qingsong needs Ren Zixian who is ambitious in his eyes.
But there is no doubt that she is so charming like this, and Lin Qingsong's heart beats loudly.
He stood up, gently rubbed Ren Zixian's head and then turned around and went out. Before leaving, he also picked up the troublesome little Gui.
"There's not enough time..." Ren Zixian sighed softly.
It will take at least a month to copy and culture the strains, screen them, and prepare the sterilizing liquid. In addition, the general method requires soaking the entire coffin in the sterilizing liquid, and it will take at least half a year to see it. to the effect.
However, the Cultural Renovation Factory only gave it two months to repair this cultural relic, so even if the sterilizing solution could be prepared before the project report, it would not be able to keep up with the global exhibition of the Cultural Renovation Factory.
Yu Xinyi knew that she had thought clearly, and then comforted: "The most important thing in this matter is time. Don't be obsessed with your own ideas. Think about what is most beneficial to the project. Don't leave behind the work that can be done in the early stage." In the later stages. Compared with Xuedi, your problem is that you are too limited in scope, which is what I have been emphasizing with you."
"I understand, teacher, let me think about it again." Ren Zixian hung up the phone, while the model on the computer was still spinning slowly.
Raindrops with ice shards began to fall outside the window, Ren Zixian wrapped the blanket tightly, and his thoughts surged.
She leaned back on the cushions and tucked herself into the sofa, unable to find the best of both worlds.
Time passed, and the snow outside the window started to fall one after another. Ren Zixian fell into his own chaotic thoughts.
Lin Qingsong quietly sat next to her again and held her hand: "Why is it cold? Do you want to eat? I ordered your favorite seafood porridge and spicy chicken."
Ren Zixian seemed to have just come back to her senses. The dim light shone down from the corridor. She lowered her eyes and looked at the palms of her hands intertwined with Lin Qingsong's.
Suddenly he reached out and covered Lin Qingsong's eyes, turned over and sat on his lap, and pressed his warm lips for a kiss.
Lin Qingsong held her waist and let her kiss him in the darkness.
Ren Zixian pressed her lips against his and whispered words that Lin Qingsong couldn't hear.
The kiss was so passionate that Lin Qingsong couldn't help but close his eyes and his mind was shaken. He held Ren Zixian's hand and squeezed it gently. After a while, he forced himself to pull Ren Zixian away from his body.
"Stop being lazy, you haven't eaten all day," Lin Qingsong coaxed gently, "Can you eat something?"
Lin Qingsong just called her aunt to ask about it, and she was told that Ren Zixian sent her home at noon, saying she didn't want anyone else at home.
The aunt could only finish cooking one meal and leave in a hurry. Before leaving, she didn't even have time to cook Xiaogui's meal.
The puppy whined with hunger.
Ren Zixian unconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick the water on his lips, and nodded obediently.
Lin Qingsong's lower abdomen tightened, and he slapped Ren Zixian on the waist: "What a fairy."
Ren Zixian was led downstairs by him, and the person arranged by Wang Qi happened to deliver the food.
A small pot of fragrant seafood porridge, plus crispy spicy chicken and attractive bear paw tofu. The steamed lamb is also newly made by the restaurant and is still steaming.
He had noticed before that Ren Zixian seemed to prefer spicy food, perhaps because the taste in Fengjing was different.
Lin Qingsong doesn't eat seafood, so he added a bowl of chicken soup rice.
Ren Zixian held the bowl and took small sips. He was too good to be true. The snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, with no intention of stopping. The room was warm and the smell of fireworks lingered around him.
"Can you handle the project?" Lin Qingsong asked suddenly.
Ren Zixian looked up in confusion, and then realized that Lin Qingsong was talking to her: "I don't know."
Lin Qingsong chuckled and held her in his arms: "I know you are great, but you have to be prepared for some things. I have people keeping an eye on this project, so just go ahead and do it."
As early as when Ren Zixian took over the lacquer coffin, Lin Qingsong had already arranged for an experienced lacquer painting restorer from Zhujia Antique Shop to join Ren Zixian's project team to assist
Ren Zixian pursed his lips, looking unhappy.
Lin Qingsong persuaded softly: "I know you don't like this, but there is no need to gamble with your own affairs, right? Even Einstein needs assistants to help, right? What's more, you should make good use of the resources you have."
Ren Zixian stared at the cold seafood porridge in a daze. Lin Qingsong knew that she was making a decision and did not bother her. He just picked up a strand of her hair and wrapped it around it.
"Okay." Ren Zixian said softly.
"Be good." Lin Qingsong kissed her, "They won't hinder you from doing experiments. Just do whatever you want to do."
Lin Qingsong gave Ren Zixian the best support. As long as the resources currently provided by the Zhu family can be used by Ren Zixian, this is something that even Xu Xuanming and even Yan Da cannot do.
It can be said that currently, apart from the officialdom, no one in the literature and art industry has such a huge mobilization ability than the Zhu family.
"I want to see how to make lacquerware again." Ren Zixian said.
"Okay, I'll help you arrange it."
