Xia Wan and Liu Hua, following the guidance of old Tao, walked northward along the alley for two intersections before they saw the bus stop heading towards the school.
A lone iron sign stood on a pile of dirt, looking as if it had been temporarily placed there.
"This place is really remote, and I admire your courage for daring to go to the gallery with that old man," Liu Hua couldn't help but exclaim.
Xia Wan smiled and didn't directly mention that she had seen the old man's face on some promotional posters before.
The two waited for a while, but the bus did not come.
Liu Hua tugged at Xia Wan's sleeve, "What is that silk? Is it really as valuable as gold?"
Xia Wan nodded seriously, "The wisdom and skill of our ancestors are indeed very valuable!"
Hearing that this craft was valuable, Liu Hua immediately became interested. "Can I learn it?"
