The best perspective expert

Chapter 298
When Han Zhenyang came to Xiaoyu's hometown, he was about to be buried.

He didn't dare to get close, but kept watching from afar, watching the guests eating and drinking, watching Xiaoyu's parents crying, watching the Suona troupe playing "Running Spirit", watching the fresh coffin being carried into the house by everyone. Looking at the grave pit, watching the shovel after shovel of soil build the tomb into a pointed tomb, watching the tombstone carved in bluestone being planted into the soil, and watching the messy land slowly cool down.

After dark, he quietly came to Xiaoyu's grave, touched the cold bluestone tombstone, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and then slowly squatted down next to the tombstone, resting his forehead on the top of the tombstone, as if The slightly rough tombstone is Xiaoyu's incarnation, and he seems to be whispering to Xiaoyu head to head.

However, he couldn't say a word. Before he came, he had accumulated a lot of words that he wanted to say, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt too pale and powerless.

The night wind blew past, making the dead grass whimper, and the newly planted cypress trees on both sides of the tomb swayed gently in the wind, just like Xiaoyu's slender figure.

From the rising of the crescent moon to the sight of Qixing, Han Zhenyang was like a sculpture, leaning against Xiaoyu's tombstone head to head, without a word or movement, so that his hair was covered with a layer of hoarfrost , as if turning white overnight.

When it was getting dark, he stood up slowly, wiped off the dust on the tombstone, took a handful of fresh mud and sprinkled it lightly on the tomb, and then whispered: "I'm leaving," after staying for a while and then Said: "I will come to see you."

As the voice fell, a hot teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye and splashed on the rough tombstone. The only response to him was still the whimpering and swaying of the grave cypress.

Han Zhenyang came and left quietly, without disturbing anyone, let alone meeting Xiaoyu's parents. He didn't know what kind of identity he should use to meet those two simple old people.

I wanted to give them a sum of money, but after thinking about it, I didn't do it.

Giving money seems straightforward, but it is indeed the most irresponsible plan and the cheapest expression.

Compared with giving money, there is a better way to compensate, and he can do it completely, but it will be slower, and he does not need to show up in person, everything will be done quietly, just like it happened naturally, no who's wondering.

After arranging everything in the capital, he returned directly to the island city.

No one in Daocheng knew what happened to him, and his performance was as usual, sometimes lax, sometimes serious, sometimes with a little childlike naughtiness, but most of the time he devoted himself to carving.

He spent most of his time in the studio these days when he came back, and each piece of exquisite jade carvings gained new life under his hands.

Maybe it's a change in mentality. Compared with his previous works, these works have more profound taste and less exquisiteness and meticulousness like showmanship.

While Qiao Shengnan was pleasantly surprised, he also faintly noticed the changes in Han Zhenyang's body. He was a little inexplicably worried. He walked into Han Zhenyang's workroom with a pot of freshly brewed Dragon Well Tea on a tea tray, and said with a smile, "Aren't you tired? Take a rest." Come on, drink some tea, freshly brewed premium Longjing."

Han Zhenyang hummed without raising his head, "Leave it there, drink it later."

"You, you always say that. How many times have you forgotten to eat and remember to drink water? Come here quickly, don't delay," Qiao Shengnan said, putting down the tea tray, walking behind Han Zhenyang, putting his arm on Han Zhenyang's shoulder , poking his head over his work.

Han Zhenyang is carving a peony fairy ornament.

The ornament should be regarded as a figure sculpture, the theme is a lifelike fairy, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face, combing a delicate flying bun, and slightly bending her body to sniff a budding peony flower. A peony flower with different postures covered her legs, but the streamers on her body were blown around by the wind, making her look like she might be blown away by the wind at any time.

This carving has just been formed and has not been polished or waxed yet, but it is enough to show Han Zhenyang's superb carving skills and unique design. That dusty temperament is really rare.

Of course, the most important thing is Han Zhenyang's incredible carving skills.

When he was sculpting, he not only carved the peony fairy's hair, clothes, and face extremely delicately, but even the peonies were real. There were more than a dozen of them, and none of them had the same posture. Some buds are ready to bloom, some are full of fragrant stamens, some are stained with dew, some have curved flower branches, some are just a flower bud, and some are about to wither.

To be able to do this, one must not only have superb skills, but also have a very strong ability to observe life, and the most important thing is to create with heart.It is impossible to create such realistic works with a little slack, especially for jade carving works.

Qiao Shengnan has been in the jade business for so long, and his aesthetic ability has greatly improved. After watching it for a while, he couldn't help boasting: "It's really beautiful, both ethereal and real, and there is a strong breath of life in the extraordinary and refined subject matter. It looks like A fairy, like an ordinary girl who grows flowers, has a sense of desolation that can only be seen from a distance and a sense of intimacy that can be approached, how do you think?"

Han Zhenyang smiled and didn't speak. He squeezed the sandpaper and wiped gently on the fairy's face. It was more like touching than polishing. His eyes were soft and focused, as if he was looking at his lover affectionately.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Shengnan felt a little sour in her heart. Although she didn't know the special meaning of this peony fairy statue, she keenly felt that there must be a story.But she is not an ordinary girl after all, she just smiled and watched Han Zhenyang's every move.

Han Zhenyang focused on carving, Qiao Shengnan focused on Han Zhenyang, the only sound left in the workshop was the friction of sandpaper and jade.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Zhenyang suddenly asked, "Has Helena been here?"

"I've been here. I followed Schroeder the day before yesterday. Schroeder asked when you were free. The old man is anxious to promote your work abroad," Qiao Shengnan replied quickly.

Han Zhenyang smiled, "Prepare a gift for me, and I will visit her house in person."

"Are you going in person?" Qiao Shengnan was a little surprised, because in her perception, Han Zhenyang has always been a relatively passive person, whether it is making friends or doing business, and he rarely takes the initiative to visit a business partner he is not particularly familiar with. .

"Yes, I have some questions to ask," Han Zhenyang said calmly, but a cold light flashed in his eyes with his back turned to Qiao Shengnan.

Qiao Shengnan didn't know what Han Zhenyang was thinking, so he asked again, "Do you want me a piece?"

Han Zhenyang turned around, stretched out his palms to cover Qiao Shengnan's delicate and clean cheeks, and stared at her intently, as if admiring a unparalleled piece of art.

"You, what are you looking at me like that for?" A red cloud crept up Qiao Shengnan's cheek, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"It's nothing." Han Zhenyang took a deep breath, withdrew his palm, and said in a flat voice, "I'll be fine if I go alone. You take good care of the house. My house is in your hands. Don't let anything go wrong."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Qiao Shengnan's heart, and he said with a smile, "I see, Young Master Han, I see, you are addicted to being a shopkeeper." After speaking, he turned and left to help Han Zhenyang prepare gifts.

It is said to be a gift, but it is actually a few trinkets of jade carvings, carved from leftovers, I don’t know how much money, there are so many of these things in the store, and most of them are given out as gifts or prizes, but they are all matched with quite high-end products. The gift box looks very pompous.

Han Zhenyang casually took two pieces and threw them on the car, and drove straight to where Schroeder lived.Schroeder and his granddaughter Helena live in a villa complex in the North District. It is said to be a villa complex, but it is actually a row of villas built in the suburbs. It is very remote, but very quiet. It is built on the hillside, and the front view is quite wide. .

Han Zhenyang drove the car into the community, and saw the old man Schroeder and Helena from a distance. Because they had already called before coming, they both greeted them at the door.When he got out of the car, Schroeder laughed and came up to him and gave him a hug, "Han, I miss you so much."

"Hahaha, I don't miss you, a bad old man, I miss the beautiful and generous Helena even more." Han Zhenyang laughed, hugged Schroeder, and then smiled at Helena, "Helena, do you miss me? ?”

"Of course, yes." Helena's smile is really charming. Her skin is not as rough as the average German, but is very delicate. The pores are almost invisible, and it is tighter than the skin of Asian girls.

When Han Zhenyang embraced Helena, he pretended to be lustful and touched her waist.

A glint of anger flashed in Helena's eyes, but she chatted with Han Zhenyang casually as if nothing had happened.

Entering the room, each sat down, Helena went to make tea, and the old man Schroeder couldn't wait to ask Han Zhenyang, "Han, what do you want from me? Are you planning to enter Europe? If so, I can assure you that you will to obtain the highest profit."

Han Zhenyang smiled, "Of course, if money wasn't driving me, I definitely wouldn't come to you. To be honest, Schroeder, the tea here is too bad, hahaha..."

"Oh oh oh, I like your straightforwardness," the old man Schroeder laughed nonchalantly, "So, what do you want to do?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I just had this idea. I plan to communicate with you before doing it. After all, there are differences between China and foreign countries. I don't know what style of work Europeans like. If you can give me some good suggestions, I will I don't mind giving you a little bit in terms of share."

"Ha, you have found the right person," Schroeder slapped his thigh excitedly, "Han, I will definitely not let you down, come with me and talk in the study."

(End of this chapter)