Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 15 Where’s My Coke?

The sun was scorching, and the autumn cicadas lay lazily on the elm tree, making weak moans.

The ceiling fan was buzzing, and the smell of scorched asphalt mixed with chemicals was swirling in the heat wave.

Lin Sicheng's eyes were dull and he leaned back in his chair dejectedly.

"Ziz~" There was suddenly something on his arm, and he shuddered.

He pinched it subconsciously, and cold water droplets spread along his fingers, and carbonic acid bubbles exploded in the bottle.

"Didn't you buy it this morning?"

"It's okay, just consider it poverty alleviation!"

Xiao Yuzhu sat next to him, her skirt changed into shorts, her legs long and white.

Her face was softly glowing, the tip of her nose was slightly sweaty, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her long, thin fur fluttered back and forth: "Was she scolded harshly by the nun?"

"No, I just said a few words!"

That's impossible. With the nun's personality and style, she only said two sentences?

But thinking back on the morning, it seemed that the nun wasn’t too angry at all, and she even called him to her office to talk to him?
"Then what are you worried about?"

Lin Sicheng didn't say anything.

I can't say that I might have found myself a hind milk?
He sighed, "There's too much money. I don't know what to do with it."

"Tsk, there are so many donation organizations, why should we worry about this?"

“I might as well donate to you as a donation organization!”

"That's perfect, treat me to dinner this afternoon!"

"It's no big deal, where are you going?"

"Xinyuan Restaurant (school cafeteria)."

"You're useless. You can't even eat four dishes."

Xiao Yuzhu kicked him.

Coincidentally, the girl who sat in front of them in the morning passed by and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

In the past, Lin Sicheng always had an "stay away from me" look on his face, so why did he suddenly become so cheerful?

After thinking about it, she still sat in the front row of the two of them.

A few minutes later, several boys came into the classroom carrying boxes, and Li Zhen followed behind.

"He Wan, Su Xiaotong, Zhang Jianfeng, Ren Zhigang... come up and distribute the materials!"

Several students stood up, including the girl in the front row.

She was in front of Xiao Yuzhu, walking slowly with a hint of sneer in her eyes:
"Azhu, why are you sitting with Lin Sicheng?"

"Why, you can't sit?"

"He's so arrogant and has a bad reputation!"

"It's okay, as long as I have money!"

"what?"

He Wan was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

Xiao Yuzhu curled her lips and walked past her to the podium: Just sit back and relax!

After a while, several materials were distributed to each student: an antique broken porcelain bowl, a rubber bowl, and a spatula.

There are also gypsum powder, talcum powder, release agent, oil sludge, and wax flakes.

Lin Sicheng knew at a glance that today's practical class could be summed up in two words: filling in the gaps.

Xiao Yuzhu distributed porcelain bowls. When it was Lin Sicheng's turn, she groped at the bottom of the box, took out the one she had prepared earlier, and placed it in front of him.

The bowl was in mostly good condition, with only two rice-sized cracks in it. Looking at the bowls in front of other students, each one was more broken than the last, with some only half left.

The boy holding the box widened his eyes, and He Wan, who was covered in greasy mud behind him, curled the corners of her mouth.

It would be fine if it was just selfish, but it was too obvious.

Xiao Yuzhu didn't care about that and waved her hand: "Let's go?"

The two people followed behind in disappointment.

After a while, she ran back, threw a white coat to Lin Sicheng, and put on one herself.

He is tall and has long legs, and his lower body looks like he is not wearing anything.

After sitting down, she touched Lin Sicheng's arm again: "You owe me three meals!"

It doesn’t matter how many meals you have, ten meals will be fine, but you have to ask clearly.

"Where are the three meals?"

Xiao Yuzhu bent her white and tender fingers: "Just now you said you would donate some to me, this is a meal, right? I picked the best bowl for you, is it another meal? You don't know how to mend it, and you need my help, isn't it another meal?"

Lin Sicheng looked at the two small gaps on the edge of the bowl: No wonder this bowl is so intact?

That’s right, although it is easy to repair, it takes a lot of time to mix the clay and shape it.

He didn't hesitate, put on his white coat, and took out the blueprint he hadn't finished that morning. Xiao Yuzhu put on gloves and began mixing the porcelain clay.

Li Zhen was inspecting the classroom and giving instructions. She came over twice, and each time she saw Lin Sicheng, who was not doing his job, and Xiao Yuzhu, who was working hard.

When she came for the third time, Xiao Yuzhu had already repaired Lin Sicheng's broken pieces and was shaping her own porcelain bowl.

The previous picture has been completed, and Lin Sicheng is drafting a new one.

Purely subconsciously, Li Zhen glanced at it. Just as she was about to leave, she turned around again.

Why is this picture of Lin Sicheng so weird?
First, the shape of the pot: the body of the pot is straight up, with almost no curvature. If you cover the spout and ears, it looks like a cricket jar, or a clay jar that has been shrunk many times.

The second is the decorative pattern. The body of the pot has no pattern, but the lid and bottom of the pot have patterns. It is exactly the opposite of the traditional porcelain pot.

Seeing the four-elephant pattern and the seal script patterns of "Wuji" and "Changle", Li Zhen thought for a moment: Is this a Han Dynasty clay pot?

But this is only secondary. The most important thing is that Li Zhen has never seen Lin Sicheng's painting style before?
At first glance, it looks like a sketch, but the changes in light and shadow are not obvious, but the strange thing is that it has a very three-dimensional feel?
It gives people the feeling that many layers of painting are applied, and when one layer is erased, there is another layer underneath.

Just as he was reading intently, the classroom suddenly fell silent. Li Zhen pointed at the desk and said, "Professor Shang is here!"

"Oh~"

Lin Sicheng put away the paper, but it was too late to pack it up, so he could only put it in the corner of the long table.

Shang Yan entered the classroom and walked around casually.

Turning to Lin Sicheng, he was pretending to fill the vacant position.

"Does this bowl need to be repaired?" Shang Yan frowned. "Li Zhen, give him a new one!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned.

Just as he was secretly cursing his bad luck, Shang Yan narrowed her eyes, picked up the straw paper in the corner, and looked at it carefully.

Li Zhen had limited experience and only knew that Lin Sicheng's paintings were of Han Dynasty clay pots, but Shang Yan could tell from just these few pictures:
The three pots in the picture are redesigned based on the shape, curvature and decorative patterns of the existing broken tiles.

To put it bluntly, it is a Han tile pot made of real Han tiles, not a modern handicraft with the appearance of Han tiles.

Strictly speaking, this pot is already an antique.

But this is only secondary. The key is the overall shape of the pot: at first glance, the lines are straight among the curves, the patterns are mixed with flowers among the animals, and the flowers are mixed with words. There are also seal characters in regular script and official script in seal script, and they are of different sizes.

It's like a beggar's patchwork quilt, with four patches on the left and five scars on the right, giving people a weird feeling of being tattered, patchwork and patched together.

But when you look closely, you feel that there is a sense of spacing and density, a staggered arrangement, and harmony between them?
A sense of familiarity emerged in her mind, and Shang Yan's eyes lit up: Banqiao style?
I can't say this style is unprecedented, but being able to display the artistic conception and beauty of calligraphy on a porcelain pot is unheard of.

She raised her head again, looked at Lin Sicheng, and saw the pencil and compass in the pocket of his white coat.

Is this a talent?

"Did you design it?"

Lin Sicheng flatly denied it: "I learned it from my grandfather!"

Shang Yan was skeptical: "Really?"

Before Professor Lin retired, she was the leader of the ceramic research group. They worked together for seven or eight years. How could she not recognize any style?

But Shang Yan didn't point it out, she just smiled and put down the sketch.

When she turned around, Lin Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief and put the toilet paper into his pocket.

Xiao Yuzhu stared at him, her eyes rolling around: "You can also design porcelain pots!"

"Didn't you hear me say that you are learning?"

"But why do I feel like Professor Shang seems shocked?"

"Of course I was shocked: I've never seen such an ugly pot!"

This is true.

In any case, Xiao Yuzhu felt that the pot painted by Lin Sicheng was not only ugly but also stupid.

She checked her watch and said, "There's still one class left. Remember to call Senior Sister Li!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Okay!"

He was just planning to ask Li Zhen for help and ask the teachers at the school if they had any vacant houses for rent.

There were only a few minutes left before the class ended. The class teacher walked into the classroom on time and said that the school would be holding an open class on bronze restoration on Friday, which would be counted as school hours and the whole class must attend.

After the class teacher left, Lin Sicheng followed and ran out of the classroom.

It’s too hot, I’ll buy some ice cream.

As soon as he left, He Wan turned around with a smile on her face: "Do you want to pursue him?"

Xiao Yuzhu was a little confused: "What?"

"Lin Sicheng? With his grandfather's help, it's just a matter of a word for you to apply for graduate school. Then you can stay at the school and teach. Wouldn't your life be secure for the rest of your life? Tsk, I didn't realize you were so scheming, Ah Zhu?"

"Haha!" Xiao Yuzhu laughed, picked up Lin Sicheng's Coke, and shook it gently. "I didn't hear you clearly. Come closer and talk!"

"Phoenix Girl!"

"Chi~"

Ten minutes later, Lin Sicheng came into the classroom, holding an ice cream in his mouth: "Where's my Coke?"

(End of this chapter)