Yang Zhao had been staying at home for three days, and she felt in a daze that she might have to stay with this broken bowl for the rest of her life.
Most of her repair work has been done, and the bowl has been with her for two months.
Strictly speaking, the value of this bowl is not high, at most tens of thousands of dollars, but Xue Miao is willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to repair it. Two months ago, Xue Miao came to her with this badly damaged pottery bowl and asked her to help repair it. At that time, she was dealing with a Ming Dynasty landscape painting that Xue Miao had given her before. Yang Zhao glanced at the bowl, and then said to Xue Miao, "You are getting more and more tasteless." Xue Miao walked into the living room. After driving in leather shoes for two days and two nights, he was already very tired after flying from California to this small city in northern China, but he always paid attention to his appearance, and he sat gracefully on the sofa in the living room.
"Sometimes, the value of things can't just be seen on the surface."
Yang Zhao put down the small brush in his hand and turned to look at Xue Miao.
"Do you want to tell me that there is a treasure map of a famous ancient tomb hidden in this bowl?"
Xue Miao raised her head and laughed.
"Xiao Zhao, I like your sense of humor."
Yang Zhao didn't bother to talk to him and turned back to work.
Xue Miao stood up and walked behind Yang Zhao. He raised a hand and gently grabbed Yang Zhao's wrist.
This action is worth studying.
In Yang Zhao's peripheral vision, Xue Miao's fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles. She glanced blankly and said, "In our business, the most taboo thing is to grab someone's hand." Yang Zhao glanced at Xue Miao, "Especially when you are working."
Xue Miao innocently shrug.
Yang Zhao put down the small brush, stood up straight, and faced Xue Miao.
"Tell me, what's going on."
Xue Miao looked down at Yang Zhao.
"It's hard to say."
"Let's make a long story short."
Xue Miao talked for a long time, and Yang Zhao got the general idea.
In fact, despite Xue Miao's affectionate description, the story can be summed up in just one sentence - this bowl belongs to Xue Miao's grandma, and when Xue Miao and his wife quarreled, they accidentally served as something to vent their anger.
It may seem strange to others. Although this bowl is not a valuable cultural relic, it is still an antique. Even if you want to vent your anger, you should smash something worthless.
This cannot be blamed on Xue Miao, Yang Zhao once went to Xue Miao's half-mountain villa, and a spittoon in his house was priceless, so it was already deliberate to smash a pottery bowl in a quarrel.
"If it's broken, it's broken. Just pay for a more valuable one."
"No, no, no," Xue Miao shook his head and said, "My lovely Xiao Zhao, you are still too young to understand the real valuable things in this world." It is emotion. That pottery bowl has carried the emotions of my grandmother for most of her life, and it is priceless."
Yang Zhao said, "So you smashed it."
Xue Miao was stuck.
"It was an accident. Everyone is emotionally excited. It is not surprising to smash anything when you are emotional."
Yang Zhao said, "Why didn't you smash that emerald bottle in your bedroom by accident?"
In Xue Miao In his bedroom, there is a jade vase with animal face patterns from the Qing Dynasty, which is the treasure that Xue Miao just bought, and he loves it crazy.
Xue Miao said: "I am in a passionate relationship with her, you can't make me a cruel man."
Yang Zhao sneered, "There are many restorers, don't expect me to give up this painting to repair that oily one." Bowl."
Xue Miao smiled softly: "No matter how many restorers there are, I will only trust you. You know that I am a clean freak and don't like messy people to touch my things."
Yang Zhao crossed her arms and looked at him coldly.
Xue Miao: "Two hundred thousand."
Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, the price was very high, much higher than the painting in her hand.
"It seems that this bowl is really important."
Xue Miao shook his head in pain. "My grandmother is almost ninety years old. I'm afraid she won't be able to stand this stimulation, and I will become a sinner of the family."
Yang Zhao said: "Add a vacation."
As soon as the conditions were discussed, Xue Miao's shrewd eyes returned.
"Holidays? Do you want a vacation? Do you know how fierce the competition in this year's antique auction is? The market is so good, and you ask me for a vacation at this time, Xiao Zhao, don't be so cruel."
Yang Zhao said: "I haven't had a vacation for more than two years now."
Xue Miao said: "What do you want to do on vacation, I have never seen you go out to play."
Yang Zhao calmed down and said, "I need this vacation. My younger brother is a senior in high school this year, and next year the college entrance examination is about to take place, but he is not ready, so I need to find some time to talk to him."
Xue Miao said, "How long will it take?"
Yang Zhao said, "Two months."
"Two months!?" Xue Miaoshen Taking a breath, he commented, "It's been a long conversation."
Yang Zhao said, "Two months, if you don't give it, you can find someone else to fix it."
Xue Miao walked around the living room, and finally leaned against the table, Said: "One hundred and fifty thousand, plus two months of vacation."
Yang Zhao narrowed his eyes.
"You profiteer."
Xue Miao smiled lightly, "You are not suitable for negotiating terms with others. What you want is too obvious. I bet even if I don't give you a penny, as long as you have two months of vacation, You will still fix it for me."
Yang Zhao turned around and ignored him.
Xue Miao walked behind Yang Zhao, who had a tall figure unique to mixed-race children and gently embraced Yang Zhao in his arms.
"But I still have to pay you, Xiao Zhao, I'm a magnanimous man."
Xue Miao was wearing high-end perfume, the smell was very weak, but it lingered around him all the time. Yang Zhao turned around in his arms, pointed his fingers at his chest, and pushed him away.
"I hope you can be more magnanimous to your wife."
Xue Miao chuckled, "It's not that I'm not magnanimous, Xiao Zhao, the arrogance and self-righteousness is the nature of Caucasians, I have a generation gap with them."
Yang Zhao hehe voice, no more talking.
Fortunately, Xue Miao was also tired, so he went to the wine rack and took a look at the bottle of wine.
"Can I drink it?"
Yang Zhao said, "Anything you want."
Xue Miao said yes, and then opened the wine. He went to take a shower first, drank a glass of wine after coming out, and then went in dizzily into the guest room to sleep.
Since Yang Zhao moved here, every time Xue Miao came to see her, he would not stay in a hotel, but directly at her home.
Having said that, after Xue Miao sent the bowl, he returned to the United States the next day, but he kept calling every two days to track the restoration of the bowl in all directions.
Yang Zhao yawned and raised his head, it was already dark outside. The weather is very gloomy today. Although it is only six o'clock, it is already late at night.
It is not difficult to put the bowl together, but it is difficult to make it intact. Xue Miao didn't want her grandma to know that the bowl had been smashed to pieces like the rags on the street, so she asked Yang Zhao to be extra careful when mending the bowl of noodles.
The phone rang, and Yang Zhao answered it. It was a courier call.
This place is no different from the studio in the United States. Many materials are lacking. Every time she calls there, she prepares the things and mails them back to her.
On the phone, the courier told Yang Zhao that it was a bit late today, and the courier was not delivered, and if you want to deliver the goods to your door, you have to wait until tomorrow. Yang Zhao didn't want to wait, she urgently needed the paint to repair the pattern on the mouth of the bowl, so she decided to get it herself.
She got dressed and went out with her bag.
As soon as Yang Zhao stepped out of the apartment door, there was a flash of light in the sky, followed by thunder, which was deafening.
Bean-sized raindrops fell drop by drop, and in the blink of an eye, the rain became heavier and heavier.
Yang Zhao looked at the door for a while, then turned around and went back to the house, took an umbrella, and rushed into the rain. She didn't drive her car. Huaken Jinzuo is not close to the express delivery point, and a section of the road is under construction. It is a low-lying area. If the rain keeps falling like this, the car will not be able to get through.
She hails a taxi at the door.
"Eleventh Road Express Point."
The driver pressed the meter and started driving towards the destination.
Raindrops hit the glass of the front window loudly. The taxi driver was a little worried and said: "According to this method, after a while, there will be water under the overpass, and it will be difficult to walk."
Yang Zhao hummed, "Master, please hurry up."
"I want to hurry up too but how will the car get through?"
The rain became heavier and heavier, and Yang Zhao began to regret her behavior of going out. But she still wanted to get the materials.
The driver stopped at the last intersection.
"No, I can't go anymore, I have to turn around here. Girl, get out of the car, you don't need to pay the money."
Yang Zhao didn't say anything, paid the price according to the meter, and got out of the car.
The moment the car door was opened, the rain rushed toward her, and the taxi drove away before Yang Zhao could open her umbrella. The wind was very strong, the rain was flying around, and the umbrella didn't look the same. Within half a minute, Yang Zhao's body was already soaked.
Yang Zhao braved the storm and came to the courier point. The staff at the courier station were about to get off work. When they saw a dark figure rushing in, they were all startled.
Yang Zhao put away the umbrella.
"I'm here to pick up the courier."
A female staff member looked at her and said in disbelief, "It's raining so hard, are you in a rush?"
Yang Zhao nodded, "It's an international shipment."
The staff led her to the room where the express mail was placed. There were not many international emails. , Yang Zhao quickly found it. A box, not small. Yang Zhao filled out the form and signed it, then went out with the box in his arms.
It was already difficult for her to just hold the package, let alone open the umbrella. Yang Zhao sighed, put the box at the door first, and went out to take a taxi by himself.
The rain was so heavy that he couldn't even open his eyes. Yang Zhao stood at the intersection and looked at the passing vehicles.
Her hand kept moving, but no one stopped. Yang Zhao was drenched all over, she put the umbrella in front of her face and ignored her body.
It was not easy for two cars to come. When the driver asked her the direction to Huaken, he shook his head and drove off.
"There is already water under the bridge over there, so it's hard to walk."
"How can I go there now."
Yang Zhao hugged his arms tightly. Yang Zhao couldn't help sneezing.
Just when she was almost desperate, another car stopped in front of her.
The car window was rolled down, and the driver froze for a moment when he saw her. Yang Zhao's lips were a little purple from the cold, and she asked the driver, "Master, Huaken Golden Seat, are you going?"