The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 32 The Beautiful Love Witnessed by Little Inkpot
They come, the security.

Since he couldn't get out anyway, Shen Le calmed down and looked around:

In the factory building supported by high beams, there were various machines, half a person's length or one person's length, which Shen Le didn't quite recognize. Based on his limited knowledge, they were probably machine tools, lathes, machine tools, and lathes...

But each one looks very small and old. It is impossible to do numerical control, and the power should not be high enough to process larger and more complex workpieces.

However, each machine is maintained very carefully. The bed, tool holder, and cutting tools are all polished to a shine without any trace of oil, mud, or stains.

Perhaps some event was going to be held today, so a space was specially cleared at one end of the factory and a long red cloth banner was hung.

Shen Le was blocked by the crowd. He stood on tiptoe to see, his neck stretched so hard that it almost broke, but he could only see the words "Award Meeting".

If you move a few more steps to take a closer look, you will see a group of young men and women, laughing and shouting, pushing a man and a woman up.

The man was the "Aijun" whom Shen Le had met before. He didn't recognize the woman, but she held her head high and her eyes were full of vitality, which made people like her at first sight.

Both of them wore the same red ribbon, with a huge red cloth flower in the middle.

One with a medal of "Advanced Producer" and the other with a medal of "Model Worker" stood side by side.

As soon as he stood firm, the young people around him shouted one after another:

"Say something!"

"Say something!"

"Say a few words—"

The young man and woman looked at each other, their eyes locked, and they yielded to each other. They exchanged glances for a long time, until the whistles from below were about to shake the roof down, and Aijun coughed and spoke with a stiff upper lip:

"Well... I am very honored to be named an advanced producer... This is the factory's recognition of me, and it is also inseparable from the training and guidance of my master... I will continue to work hard and contribute to the construction of the motherland..."

He spoke a few words haltingly, his face getting redder and his forehead getting sweatier the more he spoke.

Seeing the factory director, secretary, and his master all standing by and watching with a smile, he suddenly summoned up courage, reached into his work clothes pocket, took out an ink fountain, and held it in front of the young girl with both hands:

"Chang Hong, I like you! Can you marry me, work with me, make progress together, and build a new socialist China together?"

It’s that inkwell!

It is the inkstone that fell into his hands and that he is currently repairing!

Shen Le was excited for a moment, and was about to get closer to take a closer look. The next moment, the whole factory was silent, and then, applause, stomping, laughter, and whistling suddenly rose:

"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"

Chang Hong glanced at the young man with a look of both joy and anger. She didn't say yes or no, but just lowered her head slightly and moved her lips.

There was a lot of noise around. It was only when Shen Le squeezed through the crowd and stood very close to them that he could hear the girl's words clearly:

"If you want to marry me, your skills must catch up with mine~~~"

Shen Le couldn't help laughing.

He just saw clearly that the "Advanced Producer" medal on Aijun's chest was awarded by the factory itself, while the Model Worker medal on Changhong's chest was a regional medal. In other words, the Advanced Producer medal that Aijun got was probably not as valuable as the Model Worker medal that Changhong got. No wonder the girl was not convinced and put forward the condition of "Your skills must catch up with mine".

Very good, very powerful, women hold up half the sky, and female workers who grow and progress together should have such a spirit!

Hearing this, Aijun was no longer nervous. He smiled slightly, took out his right hand from under the ink fountain, and raised the lead weight that was pressed down and connected to the ink line.

A three-layer exquisitely crafted ball was embedded on the top of the lead sinker. As his palm shook, the inner layer rolled and rotated gently.

Chang Hong's eyes lit up.

She looked at the young man in front of her with new eyes and nodded shyly but without flinching.

The light flickered in front of him, and when it came back on, it was the workbench in the old house. Shen Le was still immersed in the love he had seen before, his smile faded, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Ugh……

Shen Le sighed. The original owners of the inkstone, the old couple, must have had a very good relationship, very good, right?

But, their children, should they be children? When they are middle-aged, they love each other, but they can quarrel over the smallest things.

It is hard for others to bear watching. If the old couple’s spirits are in heaven - or, if their spirits are attached to the inkstone, how can people feel at ease?
Before he could finish his sigh, he felt a weight on his right arm. The puppet jumped up, put the control panel on his right arm, swung it back and forth, and looked up:
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly go blank? I called you so many times just now!"

"nothing……"

Shen Le untied the little girl from his right arm and touched her head. Was she in a daze? Has she been in a daze for a long time?

So just now when I was lost in the memories brought by the copper piece, it seemed to others that I was in a daze?
So next time I have to find a safe and quiet place, so I don’t wake up from my memories and find myself being sent to the hospital?
"Next time I daydream like this, just don't touch me. Be good and go play outside." He picked up the puppet, took it out the door, and continued to fight with the inkstone itself.

After washing with a soft cloth and clean water, use detergent to clean it again to completely remove the dirt. Take it and look carefully with a flashlight. There are still some dirty spots:
"Alas... the old dirt in the cracks of these wood, is it impossible to clean it out or what..."

Careful observation reveals the old dirt in the cracks. Some of it is stained by ink, and some is stained by years of oil and mud. Such dirt cannot be cleaned with just water and detergent. Use a spatula to scrape it in and remove all the dirt and the wood next to it...

This damage is too great.

When it comes to restoration of cultural relics, the key is to preserve as much as possible and destroy as little as possible.

If possible, even the copper rust on bronze objects and the iron rust on iron objects should be preserved as much as possible without destroying the cultural relics themselves or causing further damage.

After all, they are cultural relics. The rust on them also records the years they have passed and all their experiences before they were discovered, restored and exhibited.

Is it sleeping in the soil?

Or soak in a lake or sea?

Was it buried in the tomb, placed in the coffin, sank into the mud as the coffin rotted, and finally stuck together with various things around it?
Or was it sealed in the underground palace and well preserved from beginning to end, but began to oxidize rapidly the moment the underground palace was opened?
Isn't it the duty of cultural relics restorers to preserve as many traces on them as possible, including signs of rust caused by the years, and present them to viewers and researchers?
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