The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 150 The old professor is here to check on us! Mr. Chen, you are being lazy and slacking off. Go explain this to your mother!
With a studio, a ready-made workbench and ready-made materials, Shen Le's work was going smoothly.

To cook fish bladder gelatin, there is a ready-made timed water bath pot, just put it in and set the time;

To carve mother-of-pearl pieces, he had a ready-made punch. He pressed the punch against the large piece of mother-of-pearl and hammered it down. This was countless times more efficient than using a carving knife.
To mix the pigments, not only were there scales accurate to 0.01 grams, there were also a large number of records from previous generations, and there were also painted porcelain pieces for comparison.

Shen Le only hated that his cell phone was not good enough and the color rendering of the photos was not accurate enough, so he could not pack up all the colors of the porcelain tiles and take them back.

By the way, can I cut off a small corner of each of these porcelain pieces and take them back?

The only pity is that no matter how smooth the process is, it cannot resist the power of time. The resin used for pouring the film on the tiles takes 2 hours to dry, so you have to wait 2 hours before proceeding to the next step;
Once the lacquer is applied, it takes 24 hours to dry, so you have to wait 24 hours.

No matter how hard Shen Le tried, no matter how much work he did, or how well he managed his time, the progress of the lacquer and mother-of-pearl box was very slow.

Shen Le had no choice but to spend more time repairing the porcelain boxes, especially the two porcelain boxes that he bought from the street stalls and were not too damaged:
Fill the mold with plaster, fill in the damaged parts, and polish the surface of the plaster until it feels smooth and shiny, similar to porcelain.

Look up information and guess the pattern and color details of the damaged patterns;
Repeatedly simulate and redraw, and compare with the data until the redrawn content satisfies you;
Finally, I compare the patterns on the porcelain box, try to adjust the pigments and glaze colors, and add paint on the test work. I continue to do this until the colors of the test work and the porcelain box fragments look exactly the same.

Shen Le spent a lot of effort and finally finished two small pastel porcelain boxes that were not broken, but just cracked.

As a competition item, each person was given a black lacquered mother-of-pearl wooden box, which only had the damaged wooden frame spliced together, and the linen, base ash and primer parts pasted on it.

The most dazzling and most demanding part of the craft, lacquering and mother-of-pearl, has not even begun...

The old lady has already made a video call:
"Xiao Shen, you and Guohua had a martial arts competition. How did it go?"

"Uh, Mr. Lin, I've been doing..."

Shen Le awkwardly pointed the camera of his mobile phone at the wooden box, taking pictures of it from top to bottom, inside and outside, and in a circle. As for Mr. Chen's wooden box?
I was quick to put it under the table, so that the phone could not capture it. God knows, he works eight hours a day in the studio, and Mr. Chen never works more than two hours:

Either he is going to meet clients, or he is going to discuss business, or else, he is going to meet people or to organize some kind of party.

In short, the wooden box that Mr. Chen was responsible for still has its wooden frame exposed and the fine linen cloth has not been pasted on it yet!
The old lady looked at the wooden box through her phone, nodded slightly without commenting. She did not ask about her son's progress, but gave the order directly:
"When you have repaired this box, bring it here for me to see."

"No problem, Teacher Lin!"

Hehe, when I'm done, I'll take it to the old lady and ask her for advice. As for how you explain to your mother that you've been dawdling all this time, that's your own business. Hehe~~~
Shen Le finished a day's work and went home happily. As soon as he returned to the hotel, the three porcelain boxes that had been repaired began to beat abnormally impatiently:
【coming! 】

【coming! 】

【New partners are coming! 】

really interesting.

Is the spirituality of this dressing box accumulated bit by bit based on the number of partners who have completed its restoration?

The more partners you have, the higher your spirituality. Now, have you been able to convey your opinions clearly and let him hear them?
With a smile on his face, Shen Le took out all the components in his hand and arranged them in two rows.

The small wooden combs and porcelain boxes that had been restored were placed in the first row, close to me;

The broken porcelain pieces bought from the street stalls and received from Boss Chen, as well as combs, brushes, bronze mirrors broken in two and other items, were placed a little further away.

Although they were far away, the hotel's mirrors could reflect half of their escaping auras back - if mirrors could really reflect auras...

After placing the things, he used his spiritual eyes to gradually adjust the aura of the two newly repaired porcelain boxes. He had only completed one-third of the work when he made a new discovery:

All the parts, whether repaired or not, are working hard to provide spirituality and blend with each other.

Those broken porcelain pieces that can stand up and dance, those broken porcelain pieces that once lay quietly on the stall, those combs, brushes, and bronze mirrors, they are all communicating!
A pink and carmine-red breath wrapped them together and flowed back and forth. If you look closely, you can see that the breath is a little stagnant, as if they were not originally arranged like this...

Shen Le adjusted their positions again and again according to the smoothness of the flow of breath.

It looked a bit strange, but I thought about the appearance of a dressing box, so I dragged a shelf over. The bronze mirror was placed on the first layer, the combs and brushes were placed on the second layer, and the porcelain boxes and porcelain pieces were placed on the third layer.

Hey, okay!

The whole atmosphere is comfortable!
There's still something missing. If I could buy that dressing box and put them together, the atmosphere would probably be more comfortable...

I just don’t know what kind of abilities these little guys can have once they are all repaired?

Is it still makeup for people?
No, the ability to put makeup on people is really useless, except for working with the doll cabinet to draw portraits of suspects all day long...

Shen Le gently touched the porcelain boxes one by one. The three porcelain boxes that had been repaired before entering Beijing moved lazily around them, and then followed the new porcelain pieces, constantly swallowing and entwining them;

The two newly repaired porcelain boxes, on the other hand, reacted very violently, the aura on them constantly entwined around Shen Le's fingers, and even extended to his wrists and arms. ...I am not one of you!
You little guys are still very fragile when you are just repaired. The little strength you have is not enough to strengthen yourselves. Don't rush to give it to me!
Shen Le had to work hard to suppress the aura and press it back into the porcelain box. He patiently guided the aura bit by bit, covering every corner of the porcelain box:
Those potholes that were filled with plaster;
Those gaps filled with lacquer and pigment;
Those patterns filled with paint;

Those glazes sprayed on...

Some are natural materials, some are artificial materials, some scents are easier to penetrate, and some places are extremely difficult for scents to penetrate.

However, under the guidance of Shen Le's thoughts, no matter whether it was fast or slow, easy or difficult, in short, that special aura finally penetrated every corner of the porcelain box.

Then, in front of Shen Le, among the three colors of pink, rouge, and black, two more colors rose up. Light and thin, changing in all directions, they covered Shen Le's head and dragged him into a beautiful dream:

In the dream, the owner of the dressing box, Miss Peilan, had grown from a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with childish eyes and eyebrows to a young woman in her twenties.

Her demeanor has become more mature, her behavior more calm, and she even has her own career:
After graduating from the Women's Normal College, she naturally became a teacher in the school.

He left home early every day to teach the female students how to read, paint, and play the piano; he taught them about gender equality, about women being independent and self-reliant, and about women having their own careers;

At dusk, her husband came to pick her up from get off work, but instead of going home, he took her further and further away.

Finally, they placed her in a low, dilapidated house, gave her a bag of snacks, a slingshot, and a whistle:
"Perrin, do you see that house in front? Wait for me here. If a patrol spy comes over, use your slingshot to shoot at the glass of that house. If we don't react, blow the whistle--"

"Are you guys going to have another party?" Perrin's eyes sparkled. He clenched the slingshot, pulled it open and released it, released it and pulled it open again:

"Are you going to talk about the revolution again? When can I go with you?"

"This..." The husband shook his head in embarrassment. A mixture of love, pain and anxiety appeared on the young man's face:
"Revolution is a very difficult and dangerous thing. Perrin, I don't want to implicate you..."

"But I'm your wife! There's no such thing as getting involved. You promised to stay with me and do everything with me!!!"

"I know, I know, I will always be with you." The husband glanced nervously at the house in front of him, watching men dressed in different styles slip in and close the door.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he hugged his wife:
"Perrin, listen to me. Your job is very important. We are having a meeting inside, and it is difficult for us to hear what is happening outside. The safety of all of us depends on you!"

The young wife hesitated again and again, but was finally persuaded. She drank a few sips of tea and ate a few bites of snacks, then leaned against the window holding the slingshot, staring at the nearby road vigilantly.

The sky turned from bright to dark, the moon gradually rose to the zenith, and finally, a familiar figure flashed out and walked towards them quickly:
"I'm back! Perrin, thank you for your hard work..."

This happened once, twice...many times. It was not until Peilan became pregnant and her pregnancy progressed that her husband stopped taking her out and asked her to keep watch.

However, the pressure on the husband was increasing. Shen Le often saw him looking at his wife's back, and he wanted to say something several times but finally swallowed it back;
I saw him getting up in the middle of the night, gazing at the swaying shadows of plum blossoms on the window paper, and sighing in sorrow;
He was seen gazing at his wife's sleeping face, tears streaming down his face unconsciously.

Gradually, he came home less and less often, and when he did, he smelled more and more drunk. He would fall asleep without saying a word.

Shen Le watched Perrin's expression change from concern to worry, from worry to sadness, and then from sadness to anger.

Finally one day, her husband came back drunk in the late night, fell on the bed and fell asleep, and did not wake up until Perrin got up and washed up in the morning.

Perrin could no longer bear it, so he took a basin of cold water and poured it on his head, waking him up:

"Cough, cough, cough! What are you doing? You almost choked me to death!"

The husband's head and face were soaked with water. He coughed for a long time before finally catching his breath. He wiped his face and opened his eyes, only to see his wife's face covered in tears:

"What have you been doing lately? What's wrong with you lately? You drink every day and get drunk every day. Look at you!"

She picked up the bronze mirror and held it in front of her husband's face, asking him to take a closer look. Then, she raised it high and threw it down with all her strength!
"Perrin!"

The husband suddenly jumped up from the bed. He didn't have time to argue, or even to pick up the broken bronze mirror on the ground. He jumped down barefoot and hugged his wife first:

"Don't move! Don't move! Be careful that the fragments might scratch you!"

"Let me go!" Perrin sobbed, struggling in his arms. She cried and said, her voice choking, and every word she said was heartbreaking:

"I have always thought that you are a progressive young man, a remarkable person, and someone who is willing to contribute to the future of China.

But look at yourself! Look at yourself!
Jingan! I misjudged you!!!"

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