Seeing that the old man looked sad and his eyes were dazed, Su Hua asked in a soft voice, "Grandpa, who do you think I look like?"
The old man seemed to have come back to his senses. He paused and shook his head very softly.
Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Su Hua stopped asking any more questions.
She looks a bit like Chu Suosuo.
There was nothing unusual about the people he knew.
Qi Baisong, the ancient painting restoration expert who had just greeted Su Hua, saw this and came over.
He introduced to Su Hua: "Xiao Su, this is the master of ancient ceramic restoration in our country, Hua Tianshou, Mr. Hua."
Su Hua has heard of Hua Tianshou's name.
In the world of cultural relic restoration, he is as famous as his grandfather.
Su Hua greeted him respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Hua."
"Hello." Hua Tianshou nodded, his eyes still red.
Qi Bosong introduced him again: "Mr. Hua, this is Su Wenmai's granddaughter, Su Hua, a genius in restoring ancient calligraphy and paintings."
Hua Tianshou's eyes lit up and he looked at Su Hua with great interest.
Seeing this, Qi Baisong added: "Not long ago, the picture of Wang Meng's seclusion that the museum obtained was the painting she took over. Despite her young age, she is very good at taking over the painting. We are a bunch of old guys, holding the I laid on it with a magnifying glass and searched for a long time, but I couldn't find any flaw."
He smacked his lips and sighed: "When you and I were as old as her, we were still apprentices, and we had already reached the pinnacle of ancient calligraphy and painting restoration. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth."
Hearing this, when Hua Tianshou looked at Su Hua again, his eyes had a different look.
What do you say about that look?
It's like a carver meeting a beautiful jade, or a Bole meeting a good horse.
It's a look that's hungry for talent.
Su Hua often saw this look in the eyes of these old experts.
You may feel uncomfortable at first, but later on, you will gradually get used to it.
Hua Tianshou stroked his beard, looked at her intently for a while, and asked: "Xiao Su, are you interested in the restoration of ancient ceramics?"
Su Hua smiled and said, "I'm quite interested."
Hua Tianshou pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you want to learn?"
Su Hua said truthfully: "I want to learn."
Hua Tianshou twirled his beard and said, "How about learning from me? I just need a close disciple."
Su Hua was stunned.
I didn't expect that such an old master would be so casual about accepting disciples.
The first time he met her, he wanted to accept her as his disciple.
In her opinion, the craft of cultural relic restoration is generally passed down from ancestors.
It should be passed from within to outside, from male to female.
The reason why her grandfather passed it on to her was because there were no boys in the family.
Seeing Su Hua's silence, Qi Baisong winked at her and said, "Xiao Su, please promise Hua Lao. Hua Lao doesn't accept disciples easily. Many people tried their best to become his disciple, but he rejected them all."
Su Hua naturally couldn't ask for it.
Too many skills don't overwhelm the body.
Being able to worship Hua Tianshou as her teacher and learn the restoration of ancient ceramics is simply an added advantage for her.
Su Hua raised her eyebrows and said with a pious expression: "Mr. Hua, I am willing to learn how to repair ancient ceramics with you."
Hua Tianshou nodded approvingly, "You are a good material, but learning to restore ancient ceramics requires hard work and loneliness. Once you learn from me, you must learn to the end. You cannot give up halfway, nor can you fish for three days. Can you do it after two days of posting on the Internet?"
Su Hua smiled, "Don't worry, I have mastered these basic skills since I was a child. It is my blessing to learn from Mr. Hua."
Hua Tianshou changed his sadness and laughed twice.
He tilted his head and said to Qi Baisong: "Look at this little girl, she is very clever. The more I look at her, the more I like her. By the way, girl, where do you live from? If you want to learn skills from me, you have to go to Kyoto. Is it convenient for you?" "
Su Hua's eyes lit up, "What a coincidence, I'm from Kyoto too."
"That's very convenient. When we return to Kyoto, we will have a apprenticeship ceremony and I will officially accept you as my disciple."
Su Hua smiled sweetly and said, "Okay, I will come to visit you then."
The two left each other's contact information and separated happily.
Su Hua was happy to be able to learn a craft again.
Hua Tianshou was pleased that what he had learned throughout his life finally had someone to succeed him.
He also had several apprentices in the past.
The one with the best qualifications, after completing his studies, used this craft as a stepping stone to pursue an official career.
The others are working diligently in their old profession, but their qualifications are average and lukewarm.
He wanted to recruit someone like Su Hua, who was talented, could endure loneliness, and could concentrate on this profession.
In time, she will become famous in the world of ancient ceramic restoration.
Speaking of her, everyone knows that she is his apprentice, Hua Tianshou.
Of course these are minor.
The most important thing is that she looks so much like his daughter when she was young, and has a similar temperament, gentle, quiet and elegant.
Su Hua returned to the room.
The ancient silk painting has been cleaned, and the holes in it need to be repaired next.
Because the materials Shen Yuan sent to find were not yet in place, Su Hua was not busy at night.
After dinner, she called Gu Beixian and went to bed early.
I slept until about nine o'clock when I was awakened again by the nightmare from thirteen years ago.
As soon as I woke up, I couldn't fall back asleep.
She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, until she almost made a hole in the bed.
Suddenly there was a sound of flute, faintly flowing in from the window like water.
Su Hua was slightly surprised.
These days, there are really not many people playing the flute, especially in such a deserted mountain village, it is so rare.
The sound of the flute is melodious and reverberating, like weeping or complaining.
As Su Hua listened, a ripple of autumn water gradually appeared in her heart.
In her memory, Brother Ayao was very good at playing the flute.
When she was very young, she once learned to play the flute from him and knew some songs.
He raised his ears and listened carefully for a while.
The man played "The Moon Is A Thousand Miles Away".
She vaguely remembered the words:
Thousands of miles apart, we have never seen the stars. Please bring greetings to the bright moon. Tears often flow from those who miss you.
The moon is dim, the night is not over, and the surroundings are lonely and quiet. The light on the table is cold and dim, and I sit alone in misery.
There is no news from a person thousands of miles away, but when you ask from afar, there is no proof. Please send me a message in the bright moon and send me a piece of paper to express my condolences.
Very poignant words.
The flute has eight holes, and each hole represents a mood. The decoration is particularly beautiful and sentimental.
The flute player must have these two emotions, otherwise he will not be able to play the tune well.
She was curious, was the person playing the flute a man or a woman?
What kind of story is there that makes the flute sound so sad?
Curiosity drove her to get dressed and get out of bed.
Opening the door, the two bodyguards guarding the door hurriedly asked her: "Young Madam, where are you going?"
Su Hua said quietly: "I can't sleep and want to go out for a walk. Can you follow me?"
"good."
After what happened last night, the bodyguard didn't dare to be careless, and followed her step by step, closely guarding her.
Looking for the sound of the flute, Su Hua walked out of the guest house door.
To the west of the gate, a hundred meters away, there is an ancient arch bridge.
A tall and strong figure stood on the arch bridge, with his back to her, holding a long flute and playing it.
The man has short hair, wears a handsome black jacket, and has a pair of long, straight legs.
Su Hua felt that the back was very familiar, as if it belonged to Gu Jinyao, but she was not sure.
A huge, peaceful moonlight hung over him.
A very white and very pale moonlight shone down.
The moonlight blurred the man's sharp figure.
Being so close, the melodious and sad sound of the flute penetrated Su Hua's ears clearly.
Weeping and complaining.
The melody translated into words is: Thousands of miles apart, the stars are already few and far between. Please bring greetings to the bright moon. Tears often flow from those who miss you...
Su Hua listened blankly.
The sound of the flute is so sad, and the sound is filled with longing.
She couldn't help but think of her deceased grandparents.
Thinking of Brother Ayao who died in the fire to save her.
My heart felt like it was being cut by some blunt instrument, and it was so painful.
After many years.
She still clearly remembered those nights more than ten years ago.
Two taciturn children, each holding a flute, sat under the pear tree in the yard, playing silently.
The moonlight is cool, the pear blossoms are like snow, and the sound of the flute is lingering.
That image was forever fixed in her mind.
I can't forget it no matter what.
If Brother Ayao had not died and lived till now, I don’t know what would have happened.
Su Hua looked forward vaguely.
A tear hung on her face, shining quietly in the moonlight.
The moonlight is like washing, and the night wind is slightly drunk.
At this moment, Su Hua was quiet and weak, and the tears on her face were like broken jade, like ice.
I do not know how long it has been.
Suddenly the surprised voice of the bodyguard came from behind: "Look, is that person Mr. Gu?"
