Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

"Here?"

Jian Zhinian was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Mu Qingyuan wanted to live in his dormitory.

Jian Zhinian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. The person in front of him had the same features, but the contours were deeper and his eyes were more determined and deep.

The boy who used to be sunny and straightforward in front of him now has more years of hardships.

Jian Zhinian collected his thoughts and said, "It's a little small... If you don't mind, I can..."

"I don't mind. I'd love to have you."

Mu Qingyuan smiled, staring at Jian Zhinian's nervousness and helplessness, just like before, his smile was triumphant and sincere.

Jian Zhinian felt inexplicably uneasy, like a young man who had just fallen in love and was bringing his beloved back to his room for the first time...

Obviously, the dormitory had not changed much in the past five years; but he was afraid that Mu Qingyuan might be able to find out something.

He doesn't have high demands on material things. As long as a cup of water is not broken, he can drink from it for the rest of his life.

The dormitory building for faculty and staff is not like the student dormitory. It has dormitory management cards and registration, so entering and exiting is relatively simple.

This dormitory building is a bit old and has no elevator. Jian Zhinian lives on the fifth floor. Mu Qingyuan just followed Jian Zhinian two steps and went upstairs step by step.

When he met his colleagues' inquiring gazes on the way, Jian Zhinian just nodded and smiled without saying much.

When he opened the door, Jian Zhinian became even more nervous and said, "Where I live...hasn't changed much...If you're not used to it...it's still early, let's sit for a while and then go back..."

As he spoke, Jian Zhinian unlocked the door, pushed it open and turned on the light.

The old door lock has been replaced, but Jian Zhinian still has the habit of locking the door casually. However, this time after Mu Qingyuan entered the door, he retracted his finger and did not move.

The layout is familiar to the eyes, and even the items inside have not changed much, except that they have become a little old with the passage of time.

Mu Qingyuan looked at Jian Zhinian deeply and said, "You... you have a high professional title and are young and promising, but the school didn't change your dormitory? Doesn't K University have housing allocation?"

Jian Zhinian got busy as soon as he entered the house. The house had not been lived in for a while, so the air was not circulating and there was a smell. He opened the doors and windows, wiped the tables and chairs...

"sit down."

Jian Zhinian just smiled and did not deliberately answer Mu Qingyuan's doubts.

The school has housing for its staff, and he also bought a small apartment, but he did not move out and has been living here ever since.

"I'm used to living here." This was his answer.

Jian Zhinian boiled some water, made a cup of tea for Mu Qingyuan, and changed the quilt cover and sheets. Although he didn't know whether Mu Qingyuan would really live here, since he came back, it wouldn't hurt to clean up a bit.

The dormitory was not big. Mu Qingyuan sat on the chair at Jian Zhinian's desk, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cup at hand.

When he lowered his eyes, his deep eyes paused.

“This cup…”

A trace of panic flashed across Jian Zhinian's eyes, and he hurriedly explained: "It's new, I washed it..."

Mu Qingyuan was not talking about new or old, but...if he remembered correctly, he had given a cup to Jian Zhinian...

On May Day that year, he took Jian Zhinian on the high-speed train and went to the world-famous ceramic town.

There is a splendid ceramic civilization throughout the ages, as well as the porcelain culture left by the official kilns of successive dynasties. The vicissitudes of life and the changes in history have not washed away the unique ceramic heritage of this small town.

He carefully selected the travel cities for Jian Zhinian, because he knew that the temporary popular Internet attractions could not attract Jian Zhinian, and only a place like this with rich and brilliant civilization could not be rejected by Jian Zhinian.

With his own little thoughts, he held Jian Zhinian's hand and walked through the Imperial Kiln ruins to see the glorious history pieced together by thousands of ceramic fragments.

It seems as if one can pass through the exquisite cups and lamps and see the end of the Silk Road, where the distant foreigners thousands of years ago marveled at and envied the exquisiteness of our porcelain.

At night, this small town has its own unique romance. Under the light, the orchestra stops here and plays modern melodies.

The ancient charm of history and youthful innovation collide to create sparks of inspiration.

The clay soaked in water takes shape in the hands of young people. After careful carving, it is given color by hand, and then fired at high temperature in the kiln, finally presenting a piece of creative work.

unique.

Jian Zhinian was almost immersed in it. He passed by each stall and looked at every work carefully, his eyes full of amazement.

In addition to young and innovative works, this town also hides the ancient charm of heritage.

The low-key stores on the street may very well be the property of a ceramic family with a century-old heritage.

Finally, Jian Zhinian was attracted by the sky blue color. He stopped in front of a row of exquisite porcelain and couldn't take his eyes off them.

It’s not that I haven’t seen it, it’s just that reading about it a hundred times in a book is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.

The museum's collection of precious artifacts is the sublimation of art, which can only be encountered by chance.

But what you see before you is within your reach.

The elegant and verdant blue and white, the exquisite carving craftsmanship, and the translucent and clear glaze make it look exquisite and delicate under the light...

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Jian Zhinian smiled gently and elegantly, nodded and said, "I like it. My grandfather likes to collect ceramics. There is an auction item at home..."

But that piece is not blue and white exquisite.

Moreover, most of the authentic artifacts left over from history are preserved in a constant temperature and humidity space and viewed from a distance, with their colors worn off. What we see is the craftsmanship and heritage, and what we explore is the stories and culture behind the objects.

Rare and precious, it does not belong to this mortal world.

The blue and white porcelain in front of you is exquisite, with rich and clear glaze. If you like it, you can own it.

At that time, he saw that Jian Zhinian liked it and originally wanted to buy a set for Jian Zhinian, but after hearing him say "collection" and "auction item", the fledgling boy showed his fear and hesitated.

Compared to those precious and rare things, this one in front of me is so insignificant.

So, he fell silent.

Although Jian Zhinian didn't know what he was thinking, he could see that he was in a low mood, so he changed to another store and continued to stroll slowly without stopping.

They stayed in the ceramic town for three days and then returned to K University. He regretted not buying the set of blue and white porcelain at that time.

After tossing and turning for a few days, he found the flagship store of that store on the Internet, bought a practical blue and white porcelain cup, and gave it to Jian Zhinian.

Not expensive, but good to have on hand every day.

I remember that at that time, those phoenix eyes were sparkling with surprise.

He knew he had made the right choice.

……

As time passed, the cup next to him was about 80% similar to the one he gave away that year...

"If you don't like it, I'll change it for you..."

Seeing that Mu Qingyuan didn't drink for a long time, Jian Zhinian thought he didn't like it.