"That's a unique skill that only high-level turtle bowl maker has. Like Lao Zhao, who I went back, I know this. It turns out that Master Lu, you have also studied turtle bowls?" Mr. Zhuo looked at him with an interest.

Lu Zi'an took out the wooden box and assembled it, and shook his head with a smile: "I'm just interested, so I understand it, so I can't talk about research."

"That's right..." Mr. Zhuo took out his cell phone and said, "I have some stewed bowls made by Lao Zhao. Come, Xiaopeng, get it to Master Lu on the computer."

Zou Kai next to him hurriedly came over: "Hehe, I'm the best at making computers, I'll do it!"

Ying Xuan helped find a lot of cotton and other things to come over. Lu Zi'an took out a few threads, fixed the wood carving in the box, and finally tied the knots and filled it with cotton.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, Lu Zian finally shook the box.

Mr. Zhuo stared at his movements nervously, for fear that he would make a clang if he accidentally clashed. After all, the butterflies were carved very finely, and he would feel distressed even if they broke their tentacles.

Seeing his worried look, Lu Zian couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, after this fixation, it won't break even if it is thrown to the ground."

Mr. Zhuo looked over and looked at it. He made sure there was no problem before he sighed: "Then you still have to be careful..."

After patting the box, Lu Zi'an locked the wooden box and handed over the key: "Mr., please pack it."

Zou Kai turned around and sang: "Brother An, okay, it's all copied."

Everyone looked at the computer, and Lu Zi'an clicked on a picture and was immediately attracted by all his attention.

This is a shallow-mouthed porcelain cup, with fine cracks all over the body. There is a golden lotus leaf along the side of the cup. Although the color is slightly brighter than the cup body, the shallow patterns on it vaguely match the cup body, and it is extremely harmonious, as if this is the embellishment on the porcelain cup.

Mr. Zhuo stroked his beard and said with some emotion: "This is his early work. The lotus leaf is actually a copper piece. If you click another one, he also put a nail on the bottom of the cup."

Clicking on the next one, Master Zhao tapped a fish-shaped copper nail at the intersection of the cracks at the bottom of the cup.

Next, tea has been poured into the cup, and the "fish" seems to be swimming in the water, and the "loose leaves" on the mouth of the cup echo it, full of interest.

With such embellishment, cracks are completely ignored.

The most amazing thing is that after the cup is cooked, it will not leak.

The art of the sacred art is vaguely similar to his repair of the wood carving of "The Transformation of Butterflies".

It's repair, not repair.

Unlike his repair of wood carvings, in addition to basic repairs, porcelain also needs to think about how to give new meaning to these objects that have gained new life, which is a deeper knowledge.

Lu Zian narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "If it is simply repaired, it is a craftsmanship. If it is repaired, it has new viewing and playing value. This is art."

Maybe, the next time he repairs the item, he can improve his artistic conception...

"Yes, Lao Zhao once said that turban porcelain is a process of investigating things and seeking knowledge. In this process, you can constantly gain insights. Every successful repair of damaged objects is like a perfection of self-cultivation." Mr. Zhuo looked at the picture and sighed quite emotionally: "Handcraft is a respect and awe of time, such as turban art, and so is wood carving."

The ancients advocated the study of things and realized knowledge, believing that only by contacting things can one obtain true knowledge.

The appearance of the art of restoration is the perfect life.

Lu Zian nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you, the old man for your advice, I've been taught."

"Yeah, this is nothing more than a discussion." Mr. Zhuo gently patted the wooden box: "However, the restoration of this "Butterfly Transformation" is already an art. I have not told you before. In fact, the damage of this wood carving is not an accident."

In the puzzled eyes of everyone, Mr. Zhuo's eyes became softer: "He used to be a very talented wood carving master. I believe you can see that he is a person from Jianchuan and is a friend of Jianchuan wood carving. He is a close friend of my father. At his peak, he wrote a draft and said that he would apply the craftsmanship of Jianchuan wood carving to the extreme."

"The skills in this manuscript were simply fantastic for Jianchuan at that time, because there was nearly five layers of carving technology in just one cloud, not to mention that if you wanted to carve the wood to translucent, it required too exquisite carving..." Mr. Zhuo shook his head and sighed: "No one believed he could do it."

In fact, he really failed to do it in the end.

"He went into seclusion when the popularity was in full swing, and made a living by selling his property, and finally..."

In the end, his wife tried hard to persuade him for two years, but he remained unchanged. His wife left in anger. His son became resentful of him and left home directly after he became an adult.

He finally admitted that he had accomplished nothing and was angry and ruined the wood carvings' depression.

Everyone present was silent.

Artistically, this is a senior who deserves admiration, but for family, he is an irresponsible husband and father.

Mr. Zhuo patted Lu Zi'an on the shoulder: "Zi'an, you have amazing talent in carving and your future is limitless, but please remember that this is your own life."

He clicked until he spoke out the deepest hidden worries in his father's heart.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to be raised but the parents are not waiting.

Lu Zian is about to be 27 years old. Many of his peers have gone to kindergarten, but he has been delayed...

Skills are important, but family members are equally important. What he needs to do is think about how to balance and harmony between the two.

Lu Zi'an couldn't help but think of Shen Mange, and said with a slight smile on the corner of his lips: "Thank you, I understand."

After seeing off Master Zhuo and the others, Lu Dad looked at Lu Zi'an: "Well, what Mr. Gang said makes sense."

Lu Zian was still thinking about the art and replied casually: "Yes, yes."

There is a chance!

Dad Lu's eyes lit up: "Well, there is a girl on your uncle's relative. Last time someone told me that she looked pretty good and had a high education...why would you make a reservation and have an appointment with someone?"

Lu Zian was busy all the time before, but he didn't even have the chance to say it.

"Oh...No." Lu Zian suddenly came back from his thoughts, stopped, and finally pressed his forehead: "Dad, don't worry about this, I know what's going on."

With his father's personality, it is difficult to ask him to accept the newly grown Manman, so he would let his mother blow the pillow someday.

"Hey, why can't you get into the oil and salt? What the old man said, you are now..."

Dad Lu wanted to chase after him without giving up, but Lu Zian directly raised his hand: "Dad, I'm sleepy and tired, I'll go to bed first."

After all, he felt sorry for his son, so Dad Lu had to nodded: "Oh... Then you go to bed..."

Early the next morning, Lu Zi'an was about to set off to the TV station, and a large group of people came to his house.

"Master Lu, is your "Butterfly Transformation" wood carving sold..."

"Hello Master, we are here..."

"Master Lu! Do you still accept apprentices? I am honest, diligent, and good at education..."

A group of people were talking in chaos, one by one and the other was excited.
Chapter completed!