die like the dodo

Every morning at eight o'clock, Pei Zian rode his bicycle through the few old streets left in the city center, and went to the provincial museum to start his day's work.The studio of the ceramics group is on the left side of the main building, in a secluded small courtyard. The old house was built in the period of the Republic of China, which itself is worthy of cultural heritage.

On the apricot tree in the yard, there lived a big yellow cat with white eyebrows. It always liked to step on Pei Zian's bicycle seat and jump all the way to the ground.This cat is called Tang Lizi, an old man from Shengbo, and even Pei Zian wants to call him senior brother.

He threw a handful of cat food to Tang Lizi, and his passing colleagues greeted him: "Morning, Mr. Pei, come and feed the cat!" Pei Zian followed the other party's greeting, smiled and nodded. There are faint fine lines, and when he smiles, he looks like the beard of a sugar chestnut on his mouth.

After all, he is already 28 years old.

Pei Zian sometimes felt powerless. He sat in the studio for a whole morning. Outside the window was a camellia planted by a colleague, and only a few flower buds bloomed here and there.Tang Lizi stretched out her claws to grab the red dots on the branches. Pei Zian heard her colleague shout angrily, "Teacher Tang, be merciful!"

Pei Zian wanted to laugh, this job is not that unsuitable for him, at least Shengbo's cat is very cute.In his first year in the ceramics group, he was scolded and cried by the old man who took him to work.The old man has been repairing cultural relics for decades, and he can tell at a glance that his focus is not on cultural relics, so he is not allowed to do it at all.

With the name of a high-achieving student, Pei Zian sat on the bench for a year in the provincial museum, and the only thing he could do when he came to the old house every day was to feed the cat.During that period of time, he was so self-defeating that even the cat refused to talk to him with his lifeless face.Pei Zian was distressed as to why he couldn't leave as quickly and calmly as Lu Boyuan did, but God always makes sense for everyone to be born in various ways, and he was not Lu Boyuan in the first place.

The old man asked him to think clearly about what he came here for.Pei Zian opened the diary that hadn't been touched since Lu Boyuan left, and stared at the last sentence written.

The dodo bird is such a stupid creature, it makes itself docile and clumsy, how can it be blamed on human beings for exterminating it?So he can't blame Lu Boyuan, he just wants to forget him.Trying to forget him in a place close to Lu Boyuan, Pei Zian is a dodo who knowingly commits a crime and is too stupid to be cured. Who can say that he deserves it?

After a night of serious thinking, Pei Zian decided to resign from the Provincial Expo.He said goodbye to the old gentleman and thanked him for waking him up.The old man raised his head from a table of broken porcelain and asked him, "Have you really thought it through?"

Pei Zian nodded slightly. He felt that he had wronged many people, not only the old gentleman and his former teacher, but also himself.Because of one Lu Boyuan, he made a mess of his life.

The old man got up to make way for him, Pei Zian took the tools in puzzlement, and sat on the workbench.

"Fix this lamp and tell me what you think."

The old man waved his hand, blocking what he wanted to say.Pei Zian could only bury his head at the desk and carefully piece together the broken porcelain.That day, he wanted to resign and sat in front of the workbench for seven hours, repairing the first cultural relic in his life, a small white porcelain cup from the Ding Kiln of the Song Dynasty.

Holding Xiaozhan, the old gentleman checked Pei Zian's results, and suddenly asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

Pei Zian couldn't answer, and only then did he realize that he had hardly thought about anything for seven hours, and only had jade-like porcelain in his eyes.

"You repair the tiles, so the tiles are not repairing you. Have you thought about it clearly, should you go?" The old man stared, his gray eyebrows were exactly the same as his beloved cat.

Pei Zian didn't leave the provincial museum, and he sat on the bench in the studio for five years. Recently, the old man complained that he couldn't rest assured, and insisted on re-employment, but his eyes could no longer see clearly, and his children didn't agree.

Pei Zian often went to visit the old man, and sometimes secretly brought him a bag of fried chestnuts with sugar. The old man stared and said, shhh, don't let my family see.

Pei Zian felt that this kind of life was very good. It was getting harder and harder for him to think of Lu Boyuan. Only at certain times would this name come to mind.

Just like at present, a batch of cultural relics have arrived in Boxin, which needs to be repaired by ceramic groups.Pei Zian looked at a piece of black pottery that was as bright as lacquer and black in his hand, and he couldn't help thinking of the past.The first pottery cup made by Lu Boyuan and him was black pottery. At that time, he saw information about a certain black pottery civilization in the Yellow River Basin at Lu Boyuan's place. Bury the red-hot clay cup into the charcoal ash, and wait for the finished product to have the same unique and delicate black color.

The floating charcoal ash made Pei Zian couldn't help but sneezed, and the basin full of plant ash splashed Lu Boyuan's face.He looked at the disheveled Lu Boyuan, and laughed, and was hugged in his arms in the end, rubbing himself dirty.

The clay cup was unsuccessful, with uneven carburization, black and red mottled together.Lu Boyuan said it was too ugly, but Pei Zian insisted on putting it on the table, he was happy.

Lu Boyuan shrugged and said, it's up to you, just don't break it.

Pei Zian choked on him, no, I'm baby.

But his precious cup was finally broken. On the day Lu Boyuan got the offer, he smashed it with his own hands, and it couldn't be repaired anymore.