The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 349 Alloy Boss: Can you give me some memory too? I order?

"you?!"

Doctor Qin frowned and walked around Shen Le half a circle clockwise, then half a circle counterclockwise.

With his hand gestures flying, he cast a detection spell across Shen Le's head, then reached out and touched his forehead:
"Your brain waves are stable? - You don't have a fever, do you?"

"Why do I have to be crazy to be able to repair the piano?" Shen Le jumped off the bed angrily, grabbed the pillowcase, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Doctor Qin looked at him and shook his head:
"Before, you would fall asleep whenever you heard someone playing the piano. How come you can play it now all of a sudden? Are you saying that someone has transferred the memory of playing the piano to you?"

"That's more than that!"

Shen Le stretched out his hands, pressed lightly in the air, hooked, ticked, wiped, and picked. Doctor Qin made a "click" sound, suddenly stopped, his eyes bulged, and stared at Shen Le:
"you you……"

Even an outsider could see the rhythm and structure in Shen Le's movements; they could not have been done casually.

Doctor Qin had watched Miss Yaoyao play the piano countless times, and he could tell at a glance that this was the beginning of "Yangguan Sandie" -

"My goodness, when did you learn to play the piano? You've been staying at home all this time, and you haven't hired a teacher to come to your house!"

"So I told you that someone had transferred the memory of playing the piano to me, but you still didn't believe it..."

Shen Le complained slowly. Not only did they play the piano, but the women along the Qinhuai River were outstanding in terms of their artistic level in that era.

Moreover, everyone has a unique skill, and everyone is multi-talented:
Some are good at singing operas, specializing in dramatic performances, and are good at both male and female roles;

Some can play the harp and sing, others can dance on their palms;
Some of them were well versed in literature and history, and good at painting orchids, and were "regarded by their contemporaries as the best in southern opera";
Some can recite poems and play the qin, and are proficient in acupuncture, music, recipes, and the classics of tea.
Some people are good at playing chess, playing the flute, and composing music...

There are all kinds of entertainment, from playing harps, pipa, flutes, and shengs to playing backgammon, mahjong, drinking games, hosting banquets, and so on. As long as you can think of it, there must be someone who can do it.

These messy memories are pouring in.
Shen Le now feels that if he goes back to school and attends a party, he can play the piano or the flute. If he really wants to dress up and sing an opera, that won't be difficult either - provided that he can only sing Kunqu Opera.
Next time I am repairing an ancient painting, I won’t feel it is too heavy to pick up the brush, especially when painting orchids and plum blossoms, I can basically just close my eyes and paint casually.

There's no need to be afraid of participating in programs like those on ancient Chinese poetry, where you can do poetry chain games or flying flowers games!

Of course, it is still not enough to host a banquet, liven up the atmosphere, and make both guests and hosts have a good time.

That is highly related to emotional intelligence. Shen Le is so socially anxious that he stays at home. He doesn't want to go out to work when he has money. Forget it...

In short, he slowly performed the empty piano, empty flute, and empty pipa. Doctor Qin stared at his movements, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and finally shouted:
"Wait a minute!"

He turned and ran out of the room. The moment he pushed open the door, he turned into a flying bird and flew into the sky. In a quarter of an hour at most, he dived down to the ground with a huge box in his claws:
"Mr. Shen! Please! Please play it for a while. If the effect is OK, I will go to Yaoyao and convince her to let you repair it!"

Shen Le: ???
Wait, how did things get to this point?

I didn't promise to help you fix that Miss Yaoqin, the Miss Yaoyao you mentioned!
Since ancient times, doctors do not knock on doors. A cultural relic restorer is just a doctor to the cultural relics being restored.

If the patient himself does not ask to see a doctor, what is the point of the people around him jumping up and down and trying their best?

Before he could even open his mouth to refuse, Doctor Qin had already quickly opened the box and taken out the Yaoqin. He squatted beside him, staring at him eagerly, almost wagging his tail behind him:
Wake up!
You are a bird!
You are not a beast!
You can't shake your tail feathers. If you shake them until they become flowers, be careful not to break them!
The two sides fought for a while, and Shen Le finally couldn't stand Dr. Qin's dog-eye attack anymore, so he played a song reluctantly.

Doctor Qin held up his phone nearby, recorded the video meticulously, and exclaimed:
"You play really well! You play so well! Such a high level, just a little bit away from Miss Yaoyao!"

...Thank you, I don't feel honored at all by this compliment. Shen Le rolled his eyes at him:
Even more, a person who almost fell asleep at a concert last year suddenly showed such a high level of playing this year. Do you really think your girl Yaoyao will be happy?

Before Shen Le could complain, Dr. Qin sent the video with a tap of his finger. He stared at his phone with a smile on his face, almost wanting to dive into the screen to see Miss Yaoyao's smile with his own eyes:

How about it!
I think the restorer I found for you is reliable!

The skill of playing the zither is already so high, so it is conceivable that when repairing the zither, the pitch and other aspects must be no problem!

Shen Le couldn't stand his sweet smile at all, so he rolled his eyes and turned to take care of himself. He wiped the sweat and hair, went to the next room, and quickly changed his clothes.

When I returned, I saw Dr. Qin standing there with a smile on his face, half of his face looked like he was crying, and the other half looked like he was smiling.

When he saw Shen Le coming in, he was startled and tried desperately to control his expression, but unfortunately failed. He shook himself and turned into a black bird in a hurry:
"that……"

A small silver ball of light suddenly fell from the fluorescent lamp above my head and circled around the room. The reply on the phone was read aloud by the small oil lamp:

[Why does this piano playing style have a classical and decadent flavor? ]

"..." "..."

Shen Le turned his head silently. He could only say that this evaluation was very accurate. Miss Yaoyao was indeed an expert.

Of course, it is also possible that she really communicated with those Qinhuai beauties in the late Ming Dynasty, and even competed in playing the zither with them?

"It seems that right now, it's not the right time to repair the piano?"

Shen Le managed to squeeze out a sentence. On the edge of the table, the black bird nodded repeatedly, and even leaned forward.

If you don’t know, you might think there is a woodpecker on the table, tapping on it with a “dang dang dang” sound…

After nagging for more than ten times, Dr. Qin finally felt that he had expressed his apology sufficiently, so he spread his wings and flew away.

A black line went straight up into the sky, and in a moment, it came back again, picked up the phone, turned around and flew out again...

Um, so you don’t want this piano anymore, right?
Shen Le shook his head and sighed, stuffed the guqin into the case, looked around, and found a piece of furniture that looked like a guqin table to put it on. Then, he spread his hands towards the alloy boss:

"Thank you very much... Well, I'm fine, I'm really fine, I just learned a lot of skills in a short period of time, so my reaction is a bit strong. Okay, I'll continue working?"

"Wait! How did you do this memory transfer? Can you do it for me too? Like, download some professional books?"

Alloy Boss's face was full of envy. No need for 998, no need for 98, as long as the head hurts a little, you can have a lot of ready-made skills!
If we could give him, for example, the skills of a certain metallurgical expert, and instill them into his brain, then when he synthesizes various metals, he would be able to target his efforts!
To be honest, these books on metallurgy are too difficult to read. He would feel sleepy after reading less than three lines. How comfortable it would be if he could just read them into his brain!
Shen Le's polite smile froze on his face. Well, there might be no way to fix this. Not to mention that the copper piece doesn't recognize you, even if it does, it can't just install whatever memory you want...

He made a few hasty remarks and ran away. He returned to his studio and continued working:

The clothes have been repaired, but other things still need to be repaired a little.

In the shrine, along with the clothes, there were also some jewelry, including a few silver hairpins, silver plaques, and silver bracelets, which had been oxidized badly after hundreds of years.

Shen Le carefully picked up a silver hairpin, turned it over and over, and looked at it from left to right. It was OK. Although the pattern could not be seen, the essence was still relatively firm and would not fall apart at the touch.

He first cast a few cleaning spells on it to remove the dirt on the silver hairpin. The gray-black color still did not fade, so Shen Le picked up the X-ray diffractometer, which was like a large hair dryer, and shone it upwards:

Well, very good, it's basically oxidation, no silver chloride or anything like that, no copper, no need to use sodium thiosulfate, formic acid, acetic acid or anything like that.

Shen Le simply got some calcium carbonate powder, 10 grams of powder, added 10 grams of alcohol, mixed it into a paste detergent, and wiped the surface of the silver hairpin with a velvet cloth.

The fine velvet cloth wiped over it, and the silver hairpin quickly regained its luster. One could clearly see the phoenix holding its head high and flying:
Phoenix-head silver hairpin;

Bamboo silver hairpin;

Silver square with Ruyi pattern;

Silver bracelet with dragon and phoenix...

There were even thin silver bracelets the size of a cup mouth with bells, which were clearly for children or even babies.

These jewelries are quite simple, and compared with the gorgeous clothes, they seem to be from another world, but they embody the simplest thoughts of those women and their yearning for happiness.

Shen Le cleaned them one by one, restored their luster one by one, and then put them into a special safe deposit box, preparing to order some chemicals to provide them with corrosion-inhibiting protection.

After cleaning up everything, he looked at the remaining objects in front of him, blankly:

Placed together with the clothes and jewelry, there was also a set of embroidery needles, a set of four treasures of the study, and a pair of long and short swords placed together.

The hilt of the sword is covered with a ribbon, which makes people imagine how beautiful it would be when it is danced. Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance is probably similar in style, right?

None of these items were too damaged, even the ribbon on the hilt was as light and gorgeous as it was back then. What made Shen Le embarrassed were the two remaining instruments:

A Xiangfei bamboo flute, with tear marks on the body and a few cracks. Shen Le picked it up and took a look, and felt that it was not the same as the flute he remembered, and the membrane was a little damaged;

A bamboo flute, the paint on the flute was peeling off and the mouthpiece looked like it had been stepped on.

Shen Le picked it up and put it down, put it down and picked it up again, still unable to make up his mind:
How do you fix this thing?
Can I really fix it?

(End of this chapter)