die like the dodo

Liu Ci asked Pei Zian to be a lobbyist to persuade the old man to go to the United States. Even though Pei Zian was reluctant, he knew that reuniting Master and his children was the best choice. What's more, the old man was not unwilling to go to the United States, but just reluctant to part with old friends and old things , and used to duplicity, refused to bow.

The old man had a conflict with his daughter, so he complained to the young apprentice: "How can I choose this? I am concerned about all of them, and I can't let go of any of them."

"I understand." Pei Zian shook his hand. These hands have restored thousands of treasures. What filled those gaps was not as simple as clay, but an old man's hard work and tens of thousands of treasures. years of youth.

Pei Zian asked him if he wanted to go to the provincial museum, and the old man sighed and nodded.

It was inconvenient to push the wheelchair all the way to the provincial museum, so Pei Zian called Lu Boyuan and asked him to help drive the old man there.

When the old man saw that it was Lu Boyuan, his eyes lit up a lot, and he was very enthusiastic: "Xiao Fei, long time no see!"

It was only then that Pei Zian remembered that Lu Boyuan and the old man knew each other. Not only that, the old man also met him late and called him a brother. It was a pity that he had been kept in the dark for so long. He suddenly had some small thoughts of revenge. He said narrowly: "You have such a good relationship with my master, so should I call you uncle?"

Lu Boyuan covered his face and coughed, looking guilty.

Just when Pei Zian thought he had succeeded in revenge and couldn't help but get carried away, Lu Boyuan suddenly whispered in his ear, "Yes."

Pei Zian instantly turned red from his ears to his neck, and thought in his heart, he never thought that Lu Boyuan would be such a beast, the world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not old.

Pushed by Pei Zian, the wheelchair followed the audience into the exhibition hall.They passed the rows of display cabinets in the exhibition hall, and seemed to have passed through the life of a cultural relic restorer. The old man was thinking about which piece of porcelain was from his handwriting and which piece was his cherished collection. He remembers nearly a hundred exhibits in the Ceramics Museum clearly, and each one is like his child.

Pei Zian felt a little uncomfortable, he was an emotional person, he couldn't bear to part, and he couldn't bear to talk about aging.Lu Boyuan followed them all the way, taking photos silently. At the end, he took out the memory card and solemnly handed it over to the old man—it contained not only the porcelain of the entire ceramics museum, but also the memories of the old man.

"Okay... okay..." The old man nodded excitedly, put the memory card close to his body, turned his head and quietly wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.

They all knew the old man's choice, and today's trip to the provincial museum is more like an old man saying goodbye to his youth.

After sending the old man home, Pei Zian still couldn't cheer up, and his heart was sore and uncomfortable.

"The teacher is crying. It's the first time I saw him cry. You know he's a stubborn little old man." He lowered his head as he spoke, with a hint of sadness in his voice: "I can't stand parting..."

Lu Boyuan patted the top of his head: "Uncle Shi will accompany you."

"Not serious!" Pei Zian gave him a speechless look, but at least the sadness in his heart dissipated.

Soon after the Spring Festival, Lu Boyuan received a new job at this time. Shen Bo's archaeological team invited him to Duolun to shoot an archaeological documentary.When he mentioned this to Pei Zian, Pei Zian was preparing dinner in the kitchen. After hearing this, he nodded casually to show he understood.Lu Boyuan looked at him with a look of indifference, as if he was not as important as the meat in the pot, some small emotions surged in his heart, he hugged Pei Zian from behind domineeringly, and leaned on Pei Zian's shoulder: "I can't be with you this year It's Spring Festival..."

Pei Zian felt that Lu Boyuan was probably acting like a spoiled child to him. He had never seen Lu Boyuan like this before, and somehow found it very cute. He resisted the urge to tell Lu Boyuan that he would also follow, and deliberately teased him: "It's okay, anyway, before You haven't spent the Spring Festival with me for several years. Such a good opportunity, don't you go if I say you don't go?"

Lu Boyuan rubbed his nose awkwardly, Pei Zian turned around and met his eyes: "You don't have to feel indebted to me, didn't you agree that I will accompany you to fulfill your dreams, so whatever you do, I will accompany you."

Pei Zian's gaze was as soft as water, yet contained tenacity. The trace of panic that had been lingering in Lu Boyuan's heart was swept away by the baptism of this gaze. On Pei Zian's lips.

He was lucky.

Lu Boyuan's studio isn't too big, he just skipped the Spring Festival holiday, but he can't treat his employees so harshly. In the end, he went to Inner Mongolia with Lu Boyuan, and only had consigned equipment, which is really pitiful.

After more than ten hours of long-distance train ride, Lu Boyuan finally arrived in Duolun. Shen Bo said that the guide of the archaeological institute would be waiting for him at the station. Lu Boyuan rubbed the hem of his trousers nervously, feeling a sense of cowardice in his heart , came to the archaeological site again after many years, but as a documentary shooter, it may be far from the original ideal, but it is still bright.

Taking advantage of the time, he sent a message to Pei Zian: "Arrived safely, I started thinking about you just after getting off the train." But after thinking about it, he felt that it was too nasty, so he deleted all the second half of the sentence, leaving only one "Arrived safely." ".

The moment the message was sent, Pei Zian's voice sounded behind Lu Boyuan. He was a little joking, as if he was watching his joke: "You miss me so much?"

Lu Boyuan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. He never thought that Pei Zian would come to Inner Mongolia with him.

"Well, I really want to." Lu Boyuan lowered his eyes and whispered in his ear.

Pei Zian felt as if he had eaten a can of honey. The fatigue of the journey was nothing at this moment. He bowed to Lu Boyuan and said, "Mr. Lu, I am Pei Zian, the guide in charge of contacting you from the Provincial Museum Archaeological Team. Take care."

Lu Boyuan responded cooperatively: "Teacher Pei, please take care of me."

Pei Zian and Lu Boyuan went to the archaeological site in a small car, while Shen Bo was squatting in the exploration square, instructing a few students to divide the strata.Pei Zian looked curiously at Shen Bo's shovel to draw layers on the section, and quietly asked Lu Boyuan: "What is lamination breaking, I don't even understand..."

Lu Boyuan thought for a while and gave him an example: "If the stratum is regarded as a piece of cake, the cake put down first is at the bottom, and the cream on the top and the cake are superimposed. The higher the top, the later the age. If I Digging out a spoonful and putting a strawberry in it becomes a broken relationship, and this strawberry obviously has more information about human activities."

After Lu Boyuan finished speaking, he found that Pei Zian had been staring at him with a half-smile on his face. After all, he hadn't touched archaeological things for a long time, so he couldn't help but feel uneasy: "Didn't you understand?"

"Understood, it's just..." Pei Zian narrowed his eyes with a smile: "I didn't expect Teacher Lu to be so cute."

So cute that he wanted to kiss it.