She amazed the world after the divorce

Seeing the old man's sad expression, Su Hua asked in a soft voice, "Grandpa, who do you think I look like?"

Only then did the old man seem to have come to his senses, paused, and shook his head very lightly.

Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Su Hua didn't ask any more questions.

She and Chu Suosuo look a bit alike.

It's not unusual for someone he knows.

Qi Baisong, an ancient painting restoration expert who greeted Su Wei just now, came over upon seeing this.

He introduced to Su Wei: "Xiao Su, this is the master of ancient ceramic restoration in our country, Hua Tianshou, Mr. Hua."

Su Hua had heard of Hua Tianshou's name.

In the field of cultural relics restoration, his reputation is no less than that of his grandfather.

Su Hua greeted him respectfully: "Hello, Elder Hua."

"Hello." Hua Tianshou nodded, the corners of his eyes were still red.

Qi Baisong introduced to him again: "Old Hua, this is Su Wenmai's little granddaughter, Su Wei, a genius in restoring ancient calligraphy and painting."

Hua Tianshou's eyes lit up, and he looked at Su Wei with great interest.

Seeing this, Qi Bosong said, "Not long ago, the painting of Wang Meng's seclusion in the museum was taken by her. Regardless of her young age, she is very good at taking over brushes. We old guys, with The magnifying glass, lying on it, searched for a long time, but didn't find the slightest flaw."

He smacked his lips and sighed: "When you and I were as old as her, we were still apprentices, and they had already reached the pinnacle of restoration of ancient calligraphy and painting. The waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves before, and since ancient times heroes have emerged from youth."

Hearing this, when Hua Tianshou looked at Su Wei again, there was a different look in his eyes.

What about those eyes?

It's like a carver meeting a beautiful jade, and like a bole meeting a good horse.

It is a kind of eager eyes.

Su Hua often saw this look in the eyes of these old experts.

It may feel uncomfortable at first, but later on, you will gradually get used to it.

Hua Tianshou stroked his beard, looked at her intently for a while, and asked, "Xiao Su, are you interested in restoring ancient ceramics?"

Su Hua smiled and said, "Very interested."

Hua Tianshou pondered for a moment and asked, "Then do you want to learn?"

Su Hua said truthfully, "I want to learn."

Hua Tianshou twirled his beard, "How about learning from me? I happen to be short of a close disciple."

Su Hua was stunned.

I didn't expect this kind of old master to accept apprentices so casually.

The first time he saw her, he had to take her as his apprentice.

In her perception, the art of restoration of cultural relics is generally passed down from ancestors.

Pass on the inside but not the outside, pass on the male but not the female.

Grandpa passed it on to her because there was no male in the family.

Seeing Su Wei's silence, Qi Baisong quickly winked at her, and said, "Xiao Su, promise Hua Lao quickly. Hua Lao doesn't accept apprentices easily. Many people tried every means to worship him as a teacher, but he refused."

Naturally, Su Hua couldn't wish for it.

Skills do not overwhelm.

For her, being able to worship Hua Tianshou as a teacher and learn how to restore ancient ceramics is like adding wings to a tiger.

Su Hua raised her eyebrows and said devoutly, "Mr. Hua, I would like to learn how to restore ancient ceramics from you."

Hua Tianshou nodded approvingly, "You are a good material, but learning to restore ancient ceramics requires hard work and loneliness. Once you learn from me, you have to learn to the end. You can't give up halfway, and you can't fish for three days. Can you do it for two days on the net?"

Su Wei smiled, "Don't worry, I have mastered these basic skills since I was a child. It is my blessing to be able to learn art from Mr. Hua."

Hua Tianshou changed his sadness just now and laughed twice.

He tilted his head to Qi Baisong and said: "Look at this little girl, she is very clever. The more I look at it, the more I like it. By the way, girl, where is your home? If you want to learn skills with me, you have to go to Kyoto. Is it convenient for you?"

Su Hua's eyes lit up, "What a coincidence, I'm also from Kyoto."

"That's very convenient. When we get back to the capital, we'll do the apprentice ceremony, and I'll formally accept you as an apprentice."

Su Wei smiled sweetly, "Okay, I'll come and visit you then."

The two left contact information with each other and parted happily.

Su Hua is happy to be able to learn a craft again.

Hua Tianshou was gratified that what he had learned all his life finally had a successor.

In the past, he also took in several apprentices one after another.

The one with the best qualifications, after finishing his studies, took this craft as a stepping stone and climbed up to pursue an official career.

The others are diligent and diligent in their old profession, but their qualifications are mediocre and tepid.

He wanted someone like Su Hua who was talented, could endure loneliness, and be able to concentrate on one line of work.

In time, she will become famous in the world of ancient ceramic restoration.

Speaking of her, everyone knew that she was Hua Tianshou's apprentice.

Of course these are secondary.

The most important thing is that she looks too much like his daughter when she was young, and she has the same temperament, gentle, quiet and elegant.

Su Hua returned to the room.

The ancient silk painting has been cleaned, and the holes on it will be repaired next.

Because the materials that Shen Yuan sent to find were not yet in place, Su Wei was not busy at night.

After dinner, she called Gu Beixian, and she went to bed early.

I slept until after nine o'clock, and was awakened again by the nightmare 13 years ago.

When I woke up, I couldn't fall asleep.

She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, the bed was almost dug out by her.

Suddenly there was a sound of flute, faintly flowing in from the window like water.

Su Wei was slightly surprised.

These days, there are really not many people who play flute, especially in this kind of barren mountain village, it is too rare.

The sound of the flute is melodious, like weeping and complaining.

As Su Wei listened, a ripple like autumn water gradually appeared in her heart.

In her memory, Brother A Yao was a good flute player.

When she was very young, she had learned flute from him and knew some tunes.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while.

That person played "The Bright Moon A Thousand Miles Sends Lovesickness".

She vaguely remembered the words:

People are separated by thousands of miles, and the stars are rare before they are asked in the distance.Please ask Mingyue to bring greetings, those who miss her often cry.

The moonlight is dim, the night is not over, and the surroundings are lonely and quiet.The cold light on the table is not bright, and I sit alone and feel lonely.

There is no news from people thousands of miles away, but there is no evidence to ask from afar.Please Mingyue send a letter on behalf of me, and send me a piece of paper to comfort my separation.

Very poignant words.

There are seven holes in the flute, one hole is a mood, which is very beautiful and sentimental when embellished.

Those who play the xiao must have these two emotions, otherwise they will not be able to play the tune well.

She was curious, is the person playing the dick a man or a woman?

What kind of story is there on him that makes the flute sound so sad?

Curiosity drove her to get dressed and get out of bed.

Opening the door, the two bodyguards guarding the door hurriedly asked her, "Young Madam, where are you going?"

Su Hua said softly: "I can't sleep, I want to go out for a walk, can you follow me?"

"it is good."

After what happened last night, the bodyguards didn't dare to ignore her, and followed her closely like a shadow, protecting her personally.

Looking for the sound of the flute, Su Hua walked out of the gate of the guest house.

To the west of the gate, a hundred meters away, there is an old arch bridge.

Standing on the arch bridge was a tall and sturdy figure, with his back to her, playing with a flute in his hand.

The man has short hair, wears a handsome black jacket, and has long, straight legs.

Su Wei felt that the back was very familiar, as if it belonged to Gu Jinyao, but she was not sure.

A large, peaceful moon hung over him.

Sprinkle a piece of very white and very light moonlight.

The moonlight blurred the sharp figure of the man.

Being close, the melodious and mournful sound of the flute penetrated into Su Hua's ears clearly.

Like weeping like complaining.

The tune is translated into words: people are separated by thousands of miles, and the stars are rare before they are asked.Please Mingyue bring greetings, those who miss her often cry...

Su Hua listened blankly.

The sound of the flute is too sad, and the sound is full of longing.

She couldn't help thinking of her deceased grandparents.

Thinking of Brother A Yao who was buried in the flames to save her.

It was as if my heart was being cut by some blunt instrument, and it was so painful.

After many years.

She still clearly remembers those nights more than ten years ago.

Two taciturn children, each holding a flute, were sitting under the pear tree in the yard, playing silently.

The moonlight is cool, the pear blossoms are like snow, and the sound of the flute is reverberating.

That picture was forever frozen in her mind.

I can't forget anything.

If brother A Yao hadn't died and lived to this day, I don't know what would have happened.

Su Wei looked forward with vain eyes.

A tear hung on her face, shining quietly in the moonlight.

The moonlight is like washing, and the night breeze is slightly drunk.

At this moment, Su Wei was quiet and weak, the tears on her face were like broken jade, like ice.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly, the bodyguard's surprised voice came from behind: "Look quickly, is that person Mr. Gu?"