The president is committing suicide

After chatting for a while, I found out that the jade factory was at the entrance of the alley of Xueye Primary School, and Uncle Daping used to be a jade carving master in the factory.

No, now he is a jade carving master.

As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't measure the depth of the ocean.

Although Uncle Daping is not very good at making coffee, he is actually very good at jade carving.

However, what he is good at is not small pieces, but mountain carvings. Generally, the materials are relatively large and often have colors, cracks, impurities and the like, which is a great test of the master's skills and imagination to adapt to the shape.

Shanzi carving involves carving pavilions, towers, flowers, birds and figures on a jade stone that looks like a hill. The theme is prominent and the shape is exquisite, which is very labor-intensive. In order to produce fine works, the construction period is often calculated in years.

Because of these characteristics, a Shanzi carving is often worth a lot of money.

Because the materials are expensive, customers now buy them and ship them directly from the border, and Uncle Daping is the one who does the work.

Because of the exquisite craftsmanship, even the labor cost is not a small amount.

"Then why are you staying at Qiao Shen's place?"

Ding Jiaying was puzzled, because most of the veteran craftsmen she met who had been engaged in the jade carving industry for decades had already achieved success in their careers and often owned several properties. Intangible cultural heritage inheritors of a similar level to Uncle Daping, jade carving masters, all had their own studios in independent small buildings.

This is obviously not the first time that Uncle Daping has been asked this question: "Qiao Shen is afraid of loneliness and is stubborn. Sometimes when I sneak back home, the house is deserted and he is unhappy. Sometimes when I don't have any inspiration, I go there for a stroll and teach the kids how to write and draw."

"Oh. I see. He's afraid of loneliness?" What Ding Jiaying wanted to say was, how could this guy be lonely? He looks very attractive, and he is always surrounded by people. His gossip partners often change in the entertainment headlines.

Xiao Yunzheng, who was about to die, also came today. Oh, yes, he is talking to Qiao Shen now.

Uncle Daping followed her line of sight and chuckled, "The loneliness I'm talking about is not the same as the loneliness you're talking about. You'll understand later."

Ding Jiaying had just seen the ring on Qiao Shen's hand and thought it was very beautiful, so she asked, "Uncle Daping, did you carve the ring on Qiao Shen's hand?"

"Yes, but that was carved from scraps for fun. He said he liked it so I asked him to take it." Uncle Daping was not someone who didn't understand semantics. "Why, you like it too? I'll make you an identical one?"

Ding Jiaying shook her head repeatedly: "I just want to ask if I can buy one from you and give it to my husband."

"Oh, is that so? I don't have any." Uncle Daping shook his head. "Recently, my family has been waiting for big items, so I don't have the energy to make small ones. But I can recommend my junior sister to you. She likes making jewelry and is very good at it."

The uncle's expression changed so quickly. Ding Jiaying maintained a friendly smile and nodded: "Thank you very much."

Uncle Daping took out his cell phone and tapped a few times quickly. He looked at his watch and said it was getting late and he should go home and sleep.

Having said that, he disappeared in a flash.

Are you in such a hurry?

Ding Jiaying saved the business card sent by Uncle Daping, applied to be his friend, and wrote in detail in the information column that she was recommended by Master Zhang Daping.

The other party quickly added me as a friend and we said hello to each other.

"Zhang Daping calls himself a master? How dare you!"

Faced with such provocative remarks, Ding Jiaying carefully replied: "It's just that the brochure says so. We call him Uncle Daping in private."

"Well, that's fine. Come to my studio next Wednesday."

"Okay, please."

It is said that people with talent in art are mostly rebellious or stay away from others, and this seems to be true.

When the event ended, the night wind was cold. She did not let Qiao Shen send her off. She sat in the back seat with her eyes half closed. The driver remained silent as usual.

"Has Mr. Shen returned home?" she suddenly asked.

The driver's voice came from the front: "Mr. Shen hadn't returned when I came to pick you up. Half an hour ago, the housekeeper asked about the progress here, but didn't mention Mr. Shen's news. Do you need me to contact the housekeeper now?"

Ding Jiaying thought for a moment and said, "No need."

The car returned to its usual quietness. Ding Jiaying was tired and leaned back in her chair to clear her mind.

It turns out that attending an event like this alone is so tiring. My head is now filled with noisy voices, insincere laughter and all kinds of scrutiny.

I remember reading in a book a long time ago that light also has weight, and when one person looks at another person, it can bring about the tension of a wild animal's instinct. Therefore, the eyes can also make people tired.

She had said too many things and seen too many things today, which made her temporarily forget the unpleasantness between herself and Shen Cong.

She was even interested in custom-making a unique ring for him.

I don’t know whether they want it or not.

What if it's just wishful thinking?

Shen Cong wanted her to come back earlier, but he was afraid that she would feel that he was restraining her, so he picked up the phone and put it down again.

I heard the sound of a car engine far away outside, so I quickly put down my phone and picked up a book at hand to read.

Soon, the sound came from far away and was particularly clear in the silent night.

Shen Cong was actually a little nervous. If she came in, should he tell her that he had just returned?

The sound of the engine came closer and then farther away.

Shen Cong's eyes fell on a corner of the page and did not move for a long time.

She must have read the news today, after all, it was on the headlines again.

But she didn't care about such a big storm and so many rumors.

Shen Cong was very nervous. Did she really not care about him?

If it were the other way around, he wouldn't be able to not care and wouldn't be able to bear it.

Recently, she met with Chen Mi for dinner, and tonight she will attend an event hosted by Qiao Shen, but she just refused to go home to see me.

Thinking of this, Shen Cong impatiently threw away the book in his hand.

He couldn't stand seeing her chatting and laughing with Chen Mi.

So tonight he warned himself not to go, not to peek, and not to lose his dignity like this.

But he regrets it now, very much.

Even though the driver had gone to pick her up, she still didn't come back.

He counted the clock here, imagining every minute what her expression would be like when she talked to others.

He knew how popular Qiao Shen was, but she was the only one who didn't know what Qiao Shen felt towards her.

With the window open, the night sky and cool air outside tried to calm Shen Cong's wandering mind.

But it is often interrupted by the sound of the engine outside just as it begins to take effect.

The torture repeated itself over and over again, and Shen Cong stood up and sat down again.

Finally, he was about to decide to call her directly.

"Madam is back!" The housekeeper's joyful voice brought Shen Cong back to his senses.

He picked up the book from the floor and put it back on the table, straightened his clothes, pretended nothing had happened, and put on a mask of calm.

"Why are you panicking? Just leave once the sweet soup from the kitchen is on the table."

"Yes."

The housekeeper arranged everything and left. Shen Cong pricked up his ears and listened to her footsteps.