The old things I repaired have become fine

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For two thousand yuan, Shen Le took away two porcelain boxes and four or five pieces of broken porcelain. Judging from the shape of the porcelain, he could probably put another porcelain box together, but of course, he would have to fill in some of the missing parts.

He took the porcelain box away and ran to two other places according to the instructions of the small wooden comb and others, and received a wooden comb, a comb and a bronze mirror with hundreds of descendants.

Then, I slowly walked to the vicinity of the school, blended into the residential area, and walked around each building. After three circles, I finally locked onto a building and climbed up:
"201...202...203..."

Shen Le paced back and forth in the corridor. The direction given by the small wooden comb was very clear, probably the room 202; but should he knock on the door directly?

Or should I go back to school and ask my tutor to help me find out which company it is, then use my connections to go and buy from them?

The issue is……

How do I explain my sources?

I don't even know what I want to buy!
Shen Le circled the door three times, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

Forget it, let's retreat first. This is the house that the professors of the school used to be allocated. Although not many people live here now, it's not a place where you can do anything rash.

Go back, investigate thoroughly, and ask them for more information. If that doesn't work, see if you can use the channels of the Special Affairs Department...

Just as he reached the stairs, the iron door behind him clanged and creaked open. Shen Le turned around quickly and met a pair of smiling eyes in the door:
"Young man, who are you looking for?"

"Uh……"

Shen Le was at a loss as to whether to go in or out. The silver-haired old lady in the door looked familiar to him, but he didn't recognize her.

Maybe, perhaps, it was a teacher in the school who had heard her lectures before, or attended her classes, or watched her recorded courseware.

In short, he is his teacher, and students would never dare to be disrespectful...

"Whose graduate student are you? Are you here to look for your supervisor?"

The old lady asked with a smile. Shen Le took a half step back and almost missed a step. He had to stand still and whispered:

"No, I graduated, I..."

"Come closer." The old lady smiled and pointed at her ear. Shen Le had no choice but to take small steps closer and repeat it again.

The old lady pushed up her glasses and looked him up and down carefully:
"So, you're not here to look at your thesis with your supervisor, or to discuss your doctoral exams, so why are you here?"

She slowly raised one hand and pressed it against the wall. Shen Le knew this location well. Every household in the community had an alarm device. The tutor had one at home, and many teachers had one at home.

Just press it and the community security will be connected immediately, and someone will come within a minute.

This community is right next to the school. If the community security can't handle it, the school security department will also be dispatched to protect the faculty and staff...

Shen Le immediately stood still. He was really a student of the school. Although he had graduated, he was still a student, not an outlaw.

It would be so embarrassing if I were held down by the neighborhood security guard or the school security department!

If you spread it back to school, it will make the instructors and seniors laugh for a year, and then make the younger students laugh for ten years!
Shen Le gritted his teeth and started making up a story, half true and half false. In any case, he had to give the old lady a reason to show that he was not here to take advantage of her with ulterior motives:
"It's like this, I failed the civil service exam, so I found a job to make a living."

To prove the authenticity of the story, he took out the powder box he had just repaired from his pocket and held it in front of the old lady through the door:
"I've been busy lately repairing this set of dressing boxes, finding all the accessories, and also looking for a dressing box for them. I wanted to ask my teacher where I could find one, but I got distracted and went the wrong way, and ended up here with you."

"That's it..."

The old lady smiled at him meaningfully. She moved closer and looked at the powder box, squinting to examine the brushstrokes on it, and tilting her head to see the luster of the glaze from different angles.

After a while, she nodded and smiled, looking very satisfied:

"I see. You are Fei Youchang's student, right?"

Fei Youchang is also a teacher of archaeology and cultural relics restoration, specializing in porcelain. Shen Le was a little embarrassed, but also a little proud:
The proud thing is that the old lady said he was Mr. Fei's student after just one look, which means that she felt that her restoration skills were good and had reached a professional level;

The embarrassment is that you were wrong, old lady!
I am interested in ancient architecture, not porcelain!

"Uh, no, I'm Mr. Han's student..."

The old lady looked at Shen Le with a new perspective, as if she had seen something strange.

After a moment, she returned to the room and made a video call to Shen Le's mentor:
"Xiao Han... there's a kid looking for you. He took the wrong path and ran to me. He said he's your student. Can you see if he's..."

As he spoke, he turned the camera to let the other side take a look at Shen Le. On the screen, the instructor's slightly distorted face looked over, a little puzzled: "Shen Le? When did you come here? Why didn't you say hello first?"

Shen Le: “…”

Help! The other party is indeed a big shot in the school. He can contact my tutor easily and even calls my tutor "Xiao Han"!
If I had known this earlier, I would have visited my tutor and asked for help!
"I came here yesterday... I hadn't decided whether to ask you for help yet, and I bumped into you by accident... Okay, I'll definitely come over after I'm done! Definitely!"

Shen Le answered honestly. The tutor seemed satisfied, waved to him, and turned to the old lady:
"Teacher Lin, Shen Lezhen is my student. I'm sorry to bother you. If you need his help, just tell him. It's okay to mess with him!"

Teacher Lin...

Shen Le's head buzzed.

There are a lot of teachers with the surname Lin in their school, maybe a dozen or twenty.
However, at this age, as a woman, the instructor respectfully calls her "Teacher Lin" and can still judge his restoration skills and determine whose student he is...

Shen Le could only think of one person. The super boss of their college, who had retired a long time ago. In short, the earliest edition of the textbook they used was edited by this boss...

But this is not a reason to sell me out and let her do whatever she wants to me! Teacher, are you my teacher? Am I still your dear student?
Or, I will be kicked out after graduation, so I can just toss it around and play with it...

After the old lady finished her call, she slowly opened the door and waved for Shen Le to come in. Shen Le followed her carefully, listening to her talking to herself, and said leisurely:
"As for dressing boxes and the like, I do have a few. But why should I give them to you?"

“…Can I buy it?”

"Do you think I'm short of money?" The old lady looked over with a smile. Shen Le shut up instantly:
None of the teachers in their school, nor any of the senior professors in their school, are short of money unless there is a strange reason for spending money.

At her age, the pension is in the five figures. She is old and frail, and doesn't travel around the world. She usually walks to school and eats in the staff cafeteria.

Throughout the year, there is no place to spend money. The money spent on financially supporting students and donating to schools to establish scholarships is many times higher than their own expenses.

"So, what do you mean?"

The old lady waved at him. Shen Le quickly came over, half bent over to support her, and walked with her to the next room. Pushing open the door, Shen Le held his breath for a moment:
This room is not very big, just over 20 square meters, and has been converted into a collection room. The four walls are all specially customized treasure cabinets, with a dazzling array of collections:
Rosewood landscape pavilion screen;
Rosewood pen holder inlaid with silver poems and flowers. Shen Le had repaired a similar one before and it was said to have been sold at an auction for 437 million yuan.
The boxwood dragon cup is carved into the shape of animal horns, and its shape is quite similar to the animal-head agate cup unearthed in Hejiacun;

A pair of bamboo armrests, with deep colors, smooth and lovely, and the reliefs of Hanshan and Shide on them are vivid...

With just this room full of collections, it would cost tens of millions of dollars to buy it!
There are three dressing boxes alone. One is a seven-piece wooden official leather box, which is made of various precious woods and pieced together into a seven-piece puzzle on the surface of the box. It combines traditional Chinese craftsmanship with European style and is particularly eye-catching;
A rosewood dressing box, with a plain surface, winning purely by its material;
There was another one. Shen Le only took a quick look at it and his eyes were glued to it. It was only with great difficulty that he pulled it out.

This dressing box looked a bit old, with a piece of the lid missing, and the whole thing was a bit crooked, with several metal parts missing.

However, on the black lacquer on its surface, the mother-of-pearl light flickered gently. The small wooden comb that Shen Le had repaired was exactly the same style as the comb and grate that Shen Le had just received!
"How is it?" The old lady looked at him with a smile.

She is old, and her children and grandchildren are not around. Apart from the occasional visit from students, she is lonely all year round.

Just then, a little guy came to her door. No matter why he came, she didn't care. She had nothing to do during the long day, so she just wanted to chat and kill time...

Shen Le was a little nervous. There was no need to say "buy it with money" now, it was just a joke.

With the old lady's smile on his face, he took out the makeup box components he had collected and laid them out one by one:

"I hope to restore their glory, and also hope to dig out the stories behind them. Teacher, if you can rest assured and entrust it to me, I can at least try my best to repair it-"

The old lady picked up the small wooden comb that Shen Le had repaired, held it under the magnifying glass, turned it over and over, looked at it carefully, and stroked it again and again with her fingertips. After a long while, she nodded, then shook her head:

“The paint color is not accurate enough, there is a little color difference.

The painting technique was also incorrect. Too much paint accumulated in the gaps of the mother-of-pearl pieces. Although it was polished off later, some residue still remained.

Also, the cleaning process..."

Shen Le could only nod his head repeatedly and listen to the instructions obediently. He had never repaired lacquer and mother-of-pearl objects before, and he relied purely on his shallow experience as a student, plus self-study by looking up information and watching videos.

This old lady obviously had a considerable level of accomplishment in this area. Even though she was old and frail and had not played this tune for a long time, her experience was enough to guide Shen Le.

She flipped through the wooden comb and porcelain box, examining them one by one, and explained to Shen Le the restoration techniques and defects one by one. After a long time, seeing that he was listening seriously and attentively, she smiled at him.

After a smile, he pointed to the room where the collection was placed and said in a gentle voice:
"Well, which of those dressing boxes do you want?"

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