Reborn Glazer

Song Qingyi hurriedly covered his nose, and a few servants behind him covered their noses unbearably.

Liu Guang hurriedly said: "Master, what are you doing here? Tell us something, this place is really not clean, please don't go in."

Shaking his head, Song Qingyi signaled Liu Guang and the others to wait outside, and walked in by himself.

Liu Guang and the others were really worried about their young master going to such a chaotic place alone, but the young master refused to follow, so they could only guard the entrance of the alley and pace back and forth anxiously.

About half an hour later, Liu Guang wanted to take someone in to look for it, but saw his young master walking out of the alley with a man with a messy beard and a man who didn't look very clean, followed by two beggars .

Although Liu Guang was shocked, as a personal servant who has been following his young master, he naturally knew when to say something.

"Master, this is?"

"Go get a carriage, Guan Bi will go to the inn to open a room, and then find a doctor. Lizhan will go to the dental shop and ask where there is a house for rent. If you want a quiet place to raise people, it doesn't need to be too big." Song Qingyi didn't think of him I came to find Zhou Yeqi in advance. This person is so weak that he can hardly make the trip. Not only is his foundation exhausted, but also because a wound on his leg has not been taken care of, and it is already swollen and festered.But even so, he wasn't worried. After all, the last time he "arrived" was a little weak, but he had lived for a long time.It's just that I didn't expect such a situation when I came, so I didn't prepare a carriage, so I had to let the boys do it in a hurry.

When Hua Jue called for the carriage, he sent the three people brought out from the alley to the inn. The doctor showed him the medicine and prescribed the medicine, and arranged for the three people to settle down. When Song Qingyi returned home, it was already the beginning of the lights.

Looking at the sky, Song Qingyi frowned. He didn't expect to be out for such a long time. His family Zhengjun hadn't gotten up so early in the morning. He thought he could go back before lunch, but after he settled down and explained some things, he came here. It's time, and I don't know if the man is feeling unwell.

After returning to the Song Mansion, he met his parents and returned to the yard, under the lights, to see Qi Runyun wearing a middle coat with a light ink embroidered cloak, his hair loose, and looking down at the book in his hand.The hair is a little damp, it should be just after taking a shower.

There was food on the table, and the bowl was covered, and the two sets of bowls and chopsticks looked untouched.

"I'm late, you can use it first." I feel a little guilty in my heart, as if I always let this person wait for me.Song Qingyi walked in quickly, and sat down after cleaning her hands and face while being served by the maid.

"It's getting cold, how about warming it up again? I'm not hungry anyway. I just finished bathing, so it's just in time for you to come back." Seeing Song Qingyi coming in, Qi Runyun also put down his book, touched the lid of the bowl, and said.

"It's okay, it's not cold." Even so, Song Qingyi picked out a few meaty dishes and asked the maids to send them to the small kitchen to warm them up. After the meaty oil condenses, it really affects the appetite, and the taste is not good——Song Qingyi I have already found that in the last few years of my previous life, I had no food and clothing, and my desire to eat and drink was obviously much heavier when I started again.

"Everything is packed, when will we leave tomorrow?" Asking the maid to bring up the rouge rice warmed in the casserole, Qi Runyun took it and handed it to Song Qingyi first, and then took a bowl by himself.Now he has gradually gotten used to having meals with Song Qingyi while chatting about some homely situations.

"Well, it's about [-] o'clock. It doesn't need to be too early. The craftsmen have a lot of things to prepare in the morning. We will go there in the afternoon, and they are free. You can take us to get acquainted first." The Song family's kiln factory is not like the Qi family's furnace test The scale of the workshop is small, and there are three standard dragon kilns, all of which walk along the hillside to one bedroom and more than ten long kilns.The land in the city can't accommodate such a large factory, and the suburbs are mostly fields, so the Songjiayao factory is some distance away from the city.The Song family built a small hill outside the city, and the Song family's kiln factory was built on the mountainside, and it would take an hour to walk from the Song family's side by carriage.

"I went out early in the morning. I didn't call you when I saw you were awake. How are you resting?" After eating, he couldn't rest directly. Although it was not early, Song Qingyi and Qi Runyun went to see the small study room that had just been furnished.

The small study room was originally a wing room, so the place is not small. There are inner and outer rooms, and a desk is placed in the outer room. There are bookcases and ancient shelves on the side and back. For those who came back, the antique shelf was full of things, but except for a few large pieces of monochromatic glazed ornaments, many of them were clay sculptures of various colors, so it was definitely from the hands of my own Zhengjun.There is also a desk next to the window, a pair of rose chairs made of huanghuali, with a desk in the middle and a chessboard on top.After looking around, Song Qingyi looked at it with great interest.

The small study room was cleaned up by the servants when Song Qingyi accompanied Qi Runyun to Guining, but the ornaments and books were arranged by Qi Runyun himself today. Seeing Song Qingyi looking seriously in front of the ancient shelf, thinking about the things he made casually, his eyes flashed A trace of embarrassment.Therefore, Song Qingyi was not prepared for a sudden question, and was stunned for a moment. When he realized the meaning of the question, the embarrassment in his eyes spread to his face, and he didn't know how to answer.

Looking at the side face of his own Zhengjun turned away, Song Qingyi smiled silently, fearing that he would become angry, coughed lightly, and then asked, "Did you pinch the thing on this shelf? I think I need you to pinch it for me now." The model is right, but I have to work hard so as not to be unworthy of your skills."

Seeing that Song Qingyi finally stopped teasing people with private matters, Qi Runyun turned around, "After all, I have been groping by myself for more than ten years, and I haven't really molded them. These can only be regarded as clay sculptures."

Hearing Qi Runyun's words, Song Qingyi raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.From the experience of his previous life, he knew that this person was stubborn and serious, and he also accepted death.Otherwise, how could he have sacrificed his marriage for the sake of his family, how could he have conceived and given birth to a child who had wronged him a lot in the name of a husband and wife who existed in name only, and finally left with hatred for Song Qi's tablet.Therefore, there was no surprise for his answer. Before he actually burned a piece of colored glaze, he would not feel that there was something special about the craft he had practiced for so long.

This night's rest, Qi Runyun just paused for the fact that there was only one quilt on the bed, and then lay down to rest as usual. If Song Qingyi hadn't noticed the stiffness in this person's movements, he would have thought that he had adapted well to the intimacy between the two of them. .

However, this kind of Qi Runyun made Song Qingyi find it interesting to tease, and he would not die at a young age like in the previous life, which made him feel that he could really change a lot of things by doing it all over again.

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On the second day, as Song Qingyi predicted, they arrived at the kiln just after noon. Lunch was dry food and snacks prepared at home, and the craftsmen in the kiln had also finished their meals. The craftsmen arranged by Uncle Nan had already arrived at the kiln. The gate of the factory is waiting for them.

He was a simple and honest middle-aged man, some people around him called him Boss Zheng, he was a bit dark, he liked to laugh, he didn't have the dull look of a craftsman that Song Qingyi imagined, and he also had a slow pace when he spoke. He laughed naively when he said that, and he was a person who made it hard for people to feel bad.