The little apprentice who burned the kiln looked at him tremblingly, his face pale, and tears burst out from anxiety: "Lu, Master Lu..."

His master pulled him back, lowered his head, and regret pressed against his heart like heavy night fog.

It's useless to want to say something, but feel sorry or blame yourself.

Lu Zian waved his hand slightly and stared at the cigarette: "What happened?"

"This, right..."

Lu Zi'an interrupted his apology and stared at the kiln: "I don't want to hear this. Now, tell me what's wrong."

"I was always staring at me before, but later I wanted to go to the bathroom, so I asked my apprentice to stare at me." The master felt a fever on his face and his voice became deeper and lowered: "Later, he probably felt that there was less firewood and couldn't help but add two sticks inside."

The kiln is very strict in terms of rules, especially the temperature.

The color of the kiln comes into the kiln is the color of the kiln.

When it comes to kiln change, the key to change lies in temperature.

Temperature control is a valuable experience that takes years of burning kilns to obtain.

Especially for this old-fashioned kiln, without a thermometer, it can only be estimated. How can this kind of firewood be added casually?

Lu Zian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is there too much Chai?"

"Ah, no." The master shook his head quickly and said anxiously: "Although the small hall has been with me for only two years, it feels pretty good. But after I came over, I wanted to remove the extra firewood. As a result, I brought in oxygen and the fire burned even more violently. I was worried that something would happen, so I took the initiative to withdraw two of them."

All the smoke I had pressed before was held in the stove. As soon as the firewood was removed, all the smoke came out.

No one knew what happened in the kiln, and the smoke was so strong that they could only ask Lu Zi'an to come over when they were anxious.

"So, should I continue to burn or open a kiln first? I'm thinking of making a vegetarian fire, add some glaze later, and then firing it again..."

This is a barely appropriate method. In the past, they had minor problems and would have made up for it if they didn't burn them.

But it has not been burned yet, and it is tantamount to gambling if you open a kiln rashly.

Even if it can be remedied, it is impossible to produce a beautiful kiln transformation. At most, it can only be considered... better than nothing.

He wiped his sweat and said anxiously: "I'm worried about burning it again. If um... I won't add more firewood... Master Lu, what do you think?"

Apology, or anything else, will be put on hold.

The most important thing now is to deal with things first.

They watched Lu Zi'an make this kiln porcelain blank with their own eyes.

If ruined, their sadness will be no less than Lu Zi'an.

Everyone looked at Lu Zi'an with a gaze. No one dared to speak. His heart was hanging in the air, as if waiting for the big knife to slash it.

But Lu Zian did not rush to give an answer. He walked a few steps around the kiln and listened to the sound.

After a brief thought, he poked his hand towards the kiln.

"No! Master Lu!" The master didn't even think about it and directly reached out to block it, with a sweat on his face: "The temperature doesn't look very good, but the high temperature inside has reached thousands of degrees. You stretch out your hand..."

"I have my own opinions." Lu Zi'an's eyebrows were quiet. He took the towel on one side and wiped his hands: "Get out of the way."

The master looked at his colleagues around him as if he was asking for help, but no one dared to step forward.

Someone gently pulled his arm and pulled him into the crowd.

Don’t use doubts, don’t doubt people.

Since Master Lu dares to speak, he must be sure!

After Lu Zian wiped some sweat stains in his palm, he gently threw them back to their original place.

With a slight breath, he stretched out his hand and slowly approached the kiln.

Every minute, the temperature is one minute higher.

Lu Zi'an pushed slowly, and the back of his hand was burning and gradually became hot, and he even felt the pain later.

He withdrew his hand and thoughtfully exploring to the top of the kiln.

After repeatedly confirming, he thought about it and raised his hand to add a piece of wood.

Everyone who had been staring at his movements suddenly showed a hint of surprise: Could it be that this porcelain is fine?

But even though I thought so, no one dared to go up and ask.

After all, this is their fault, I feel guilty! Just one word, cowardly!

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. They made a lot of small moves in private, but no one went up to ask.

In the end, the young man who wanted to become a disciple had a quick mind and ran back to take Lu Zi'an's coat over.

Lu Zian looked back and reached out to take it: "Thank you."

Actually, sitting next to the stove, the temperature is high, and it doesn’t feel too cold. At most, the back is a little cold.

The young man hesitated for a moment: "Master Lu, are you going to wait here all the time?"

"Yes." Lu Zi'an held a firewood and murmured: "Heat..."

Seeing that he had sunk into his thoughts again, the young man did not dare to disturb him anymore and quietly retreated.

There is no way, hey, wait!

Master Lu can't wait here all the time.

As the sky was getting darker.

The wind blew the leaves and the cafeteria staff delivered the dinner here.

Lu Zi'an sat upright on the stool, listening from time to time, either increasing or decreasing firewood.

"Master Lu, your dinner."

"Thank you." Lu Zian was still standing in front of the kiln even while eating, rejecting their suggestion to let him go to the cafeteria.

What's scary is that even if he just sits in a stool and eats with a bowl, he is more dignified than other casual people.

In the end, there was no way, so they brought a small table over, and Lu Zi'an sat over happily.

Seeing that he seemed not so angry, the master finally plucked up the courage to apologize to him and asked by the way, how is the situation now?

"I'm not angry." Lu Zian waved his hand: "But if the situation is now, I can't say it, I'm not sure."

Before the kiln was opened, it would be useless to say anything.

The most mysterious thing about burning a kiln is that its changes are unimaginable.

There is no rule to follow, success or failure depends only on God's will.

Therefore, everyone did not doubt Lu Zi'an's statement, but only comforted him.

Lu Zi'an's expression was faint and he had no time to quit. After saying a few words, he sat back on the pony.

Hey, this is...

"Master Lu, don't you go back and take a break?"

"yes……"

He was talking nonsense, and everyone was persuading him to go back and rest first.

After all, people are not made of iron. How long does this kiln take to burn, and you can't stay here forever.

Several other kiln-burning masters even patted their chests and promised to take turns to guard them, and that the previous situation would never happen again.

But no matter how they said the flowers, Lu Zian refused without hesitation.

His voice was calm and he didn't look back: "I believe in your profession, but I still have to wait here, because this kiln porcelain is different from usual. Regardless of success or failure, I hope I will participate from beginning to end."

Even if it was a bet, even if the kiln porcelain was completely destroyed, he hoped that it would be destroyed simply in his own hands.

No matter what the result is, he can accept it as long as it is his entire experience.

Since he said that, everyone stopped persuading.

After all, something happened before and Master Lu didn't drive them away, so how dare they give their opinions?

I can't tell what it is for, but it's getting late, but no one left.

The moonlight passed through the window and fell on the ground, on everyone's calm side face.

There was a sound of needles falling in the room, no one was playing with his cell phone, and everyone sat quietly, listening to the occasional slight sound of the furnace.

The only pleasant thing is probably the crackling sound of the firewood burning.

In such tranquility, everyone looked at the straight back and suddenly had a deeper understanding of art.

The so-called love may be like this.

The moonlight gradually slanted, and the afterglow disappeared.

A golden light appeared in the sky, and there was a sound of roosters crowing from afar.

Someone who fell asleep suddenly woke up. Looking up, he found that Lu Zi'an had not even changed his posture.

The bed prepared for him did not change at all. Obviously, Lu Zian stayed there all night and did not lie down to rest.

The second day.

With the experience of the previous day, although people are tired, they are gradually getting used to it.

No one complained, and no one was willing to leave early.

This kiln porcelain pours out everyone's expectations and yearning.

What kind of surprise will it bring to them by the porcelain that Master Lu has been guarding for a night?
Chapter completed!