Ties of Silence Chapter 8

"The quality of this batch of things is average. There is no need to store them in too conspicuous places. When compatriots from other places come, they think we don't have good products." Grayson Ding pointed to the north wall of the exhibition hall. "The interpretation sign hasn't been made yet? I've given you several appraisal reports." Oh my god."

He didn't wait for the other party to reply, but he glanced at a graceful figure and immediately stepped forward to put her shoulder on her shoulder: "Whose beautiful girl is this?"

Elliott Jiang was startled, turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Why are you here?!"

Grayson Ding said, "I'm working, and I was called away by my work unit early in the morning." After he finished speaking, he stepped aside and revealed the girl next to him, "Okay, I'll go find your curator, and you two can talk."

The girl's name was Shang Minru. She had known Grayson Ding since childhood. She was the same age as Elliott Jiang, was a classmate, and was a staff member of the museum. The two girls got together affectionately, and Grayson Ding continued to work. Then he thought about why Elliott Jiang came to the museum suddenly?

Elliott Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "I brought Caleb Ji here. He is over there. Look for him."

Grayson Ding's eyes wandered and he searched among the tourists. Originally, the lighting in the museum was always soft, and everyone looked kind and friendly, but everyone was moving around, and only one figure stopped in place and did not move for a long time.

Grayson Ding stuffed the pen into his pocket, strode a short distance away, walked behind the other party, and pretended to be a commentator: "The turquoise green ground is painted with gold folded rims, the circles are detailed, and the fetal bones are of high quality."

The transparent glass is covered with light, and people standing in front of it will be reflected a little. Grayson Ding did not look at the plate, but looked at Caleb Ji's silhouette reflected on it. When Caleb Ji turned his face, he lowered his eyes and said, "This is what a plate looks like." "Jiu, how long do you have to go shopping?"

Caleb Ji didn't expect that Grayson Ding would see him, nor did he expect that Grayson Ding would greet him so gracefully. He did stand there for a long time, so he walked elsewhere, but Grayson Ding followed him, so he said : "My aunt brought me here, so I can go shopping by myself."

Grayson Ding still followed, as if he didn't understand the words: "Look at that white-glazed diamond-shaped pen holder, does it look like the one in my study?"

Caleb Ji said nothing and entered the inner hall diagonally. Grayson Ding also entered. He glanced at his watch to calculate the time, thinking that breaking an appointment would be unreasonable. Since the other party is here, he should stay with him as long as he can.

Who would have thought that Caleb Ji didn't need it at all, and even couldn't bear it: "Why do you always follow me?"

Grayson Ding was a little confused: "I'll go shopping with you, haven't you noticed that my aunt is gone?"

Caleb Ji looked around and found that Elliott Jiang was nowhere to be seen. He pretended to go out to look for her, but Grayson Ding stopped him and put his arm on his shoulder. As he got closer, he smelled the smell of potion on Grayson Ding's body, and noticed the list in Grayson Ding's hand, and asked, "You asked someone to come out and you took this?"

Grayson Ding couldn't get around it: "Someone else? Didn't I make an appointment with you?"

The two of them only communicated by asking questions, and neither of them answered a word for a long time. Caleb Ji opened his hands on his shoulders and stood in front of a large vase: "You made an appointment and then regretted it. I even saw you going shopping with someone else."

Grayson Ding was wronged and shouted at the top of his voice: "What the hell, my mother didn't tell you? I was called to the work early in the morning. I didn't know I was coming here until I got to the office. I came to hand over the water cultural relics after testing them. I checked them by the way." A few things from Xina."

The other party's voice was not loud, but Caleb Ji was stunned by the yelling. Grayson Ding took advantage of him not to recover and said again: "Did you see me and a girl? That's a staff member. Of course we know each other."

Caleb Ji confirmed: "You didn't want to go back on your word? Didn't you promise me yesterday?"

Grayson Ding rolled up a paper tube and knocked at him: "You think of yourself as a leading cadre, and I agree with you." He didn't understand Caleb Ji's thoughts until he finished speaking, "Of course I want to bring you here, who will do it on the weekend?" He wants to go to work, and I don’t even want to go to work on weekdays."

It was just a complete misunderstanding. After solving the problem, he should have gone for a nice stroll, but Grayson Ding was constrained by time and had to work on his next project. He gave Caleb Ji the picture album inside the tube and told him: "Look at the floor plan. I will be there when new things are added to the Han and Tang Dynasty Pavilion."

Caleb Ji held the picture album in his hand and turned it over carefully after Grayson Ding left. He took a pen and paper with him, and it took a lot of time to record while reading. The tourists around him changed one after another, and he took a long time to leave.

Returning to the hall, he was about to enter the adjacent inner hall in order. At this time, the crowd became commotion and everyone rushed towards the east. He unfolded the floor plan and saw that the Han and Tang Pavilions were to the east. Could it be that something new had been installed? But shouldn’t we go there when the museum is closed?

Caleb Ji followed the crowd, and after entering the Han and Tang Museum, he squeezed outside the barrier. Those in the line were museum staff wearing uniforms, and those not wearing uniforms were from the Cultural Relics Bureau. He saw Grayson Ding at a glance. Grayson Ding was taller than the others. Others wore clothes that were convenient for working, but Grayson Ding was not wearing an ironed shirt with his pockets inserted, like a leader.

On the huge exhibition stand were two newly installed stone portraits with dragon and tiger patterns. The dragon pattern was slightly damaged, but the tiger pattern was beyond recognition. There was also a stone slab of equal length on the ground. The spectators were confused and left one after another impatiently. Caleb Ji gradually squeezed into the first row and could be seen by Grayson Ding with a wave of his hand.

Naturally, he didn't wave his hand and silently watched the pile of cultural relics repaired by humans. However, the dragon pattern can be repaired normally, and the tiger pattern can only be restored by a god. The staff also had a headache and had difficulty taking off their masks: "We can only do this once according to the information, there is no other way."

Grayson Ding revealed: "The slates are all ready, so what are you pretending to be?"

The number of tourists increased again, and those who came behind were blocked by the staff. The area was generally cleared, and the stone slabs were moved to the booth, while others moved out of the way. Grayson Ding stepped forward to open the tool box, picked out a few brushes, poured a stack of ink on them, and then marked several dimensions on the slate.

"What is this for?" the tourists discussed, "Why did the youngest do it?"

Caleb Ji also wanted to ask, what was Grayson Ding doing?

Grayson Ding was focused on nothing else, as if he thought this hall was full of dead people. Once he started writing or slashing, he only had this piece of information in his eyes. From the first stroke to the completion of the outline, a tiger with an open mouth is clearly visible, with wings and legs flexed and claws raised.

Listening to the rising exclamations around him, Grayson Ding's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He felt that these people had turned him into a performer on the bridge, and he wanted to clap his hands and cheer, and throw a few more steel balls.

He glanced up and caught a glimpse of Caleb Ji in the first row. Caleb Ji clutched the picture album until it was crumpled, and opened his small mouth slightly. His usually smart eyes showed a bit of naivety. He moved his lips and silently traced the words "senior brother".

Ding Han and Bai Zhengchou had no one to attack him, so he pulled Caleb Ji into the encirclement and started to control him very naturally. Caleb Ji held the pen and pressed the ink at the corner. He was close enough to see clearly. He appreciated every smooth line, but the speed at which he could see it could not catch up with Grayson Ding's painting speed.

The ghostly patterns covering the four sides were complex and consistent. Grayson Ding moved the tip of the pen horizontally without shaking at all with his wrist flat. It was nearly one and a half meters long and more than half a meter wide. Apart from pausing to dip in ink, he almost painted nearly four meters in one go.

Caleb Ji remembered what Elliott Ding said before, just ask this senior brother for advice if you have anything to do.

He was unconvinced at that time, but now his doubts have been shaken to the ground.

"Pearl." Grayson Ding suddenly called him, yelling in front of so many people, "wipe the tip of the knife and prepare to go to embryo number three."

Caleb Ji took action immediately. After wiping, he waited quietly. When Grayson Ding put away his pen, he didn't know who took the lead in applauding. To outsiders looking at the excitement, people think that the painting is over, but they don’t know that this is just the beginning.

Grayson Ding took the drill and said, "I have to be busy all day. After you finish shopping, go home with your aunt. Don't get lost."

Caleb Ji didn't move: "I haven't seen you carve anything before, I want to see it."

Grayson Ding didn't comment. He waited for the ink to dry and then cut himself, letting the other party see. He knew the difference between Caleb Ji and himself. He was showing off his arrogance, while Caleb Ji was hiding his arrogance. No matter how you look at it, sooner or later there will be a day when they can compete.

It was approaching noon, and the onlookers were all intoxicated. They were full of surprises. They thought that the painting would be awesome enough, but they didn't expect that they would have to carve it with a knife. A local old man couldn't help it and said loudly: "Boss, I have to praise you."

Ding Han was called the leader for the first time. He really regretted that Zhang Yin was not here, otherwise he would have made the other party look ashamed. He didn't stop his sword and responded with a smile: "It's best to praise it to the point. I don't like to hear it if it's too partial."

The old man gave a thumbs up: "I put my words here, the master of Yupinji can't stand up in front of you!"

Grayson Ding was very cooperative: "There are several masters of Jade Sales, who are you talking about?"

The old man joked: "Elliott Ding is the best. I think you can challenge him."

The local residents became happy, and the foreign tourists who didn't understand it also laughed. Grayson Ding was not a low-key and elegant person, so he spoke loudly and loudly: "I really can't challenge Elliott Ding, I have to call him dad!"

After saying that, he remained silent and stabbed one after another, just like the chef cutting off an ox. At noon, the flow of people relaxed, and the staff took the opportunity to clear the exhibition hall. It was quiet and cold, leaving only cold cultural relics and two holding breathless pearls and white jade.

Seconds passed, and the surroundings were as silent as an empty mountain. Grayson Ding's palms were sweaty and his fingertips were cold. He raised his head and glanced at Caleb Ji, then moved his numb limbs: "Are you hysterical? Don't hold on if you find it boring."

Caleb Ji explained: "It's interesting, I'm fascinated by it."

Now it was Ding Han's turn to be stunned and unsure: "Master Ji didn't teach you about large stone carvings?"

Caleb Ji replied: "I said I would teach him next year, but he got sick. If he said he was well, he would teach me again, but he didn't."

Grayson Ding is not a considerate person. He doesn't consider whether it will make people sad before asking. Even after asking, he doesn't bother to regret it. He just knocks on the slate: "I will teach you, will you learn?"

This is not the machine room at home, nor is it the inner room of the Jade Sales Record. It is the city museum with a huge flow of visitors. It is not just for fun now, but for the restoration of cultural relics. Caleb Ji obediently called him "Senior Brother" and looked closely at Grayson Ding, as if he was surprised.

There was a faint echo in his words, so Grayson Ding first explained: "This is a Han Dynasty portrait stone. It is painted and then carved directly on the stone building components. The tiger pattern piece is basically scrapped. I can only carve the same one according to the data and then give it to Restoration expert distressed, marked when showing.

There are many similar exhibits in the museum. Caleb Ji understood that Grayson Ding pulled him closer and taught him in detail: "This piece is first carved with a bas-relief outline, and the finer parts are carved with negative lines. Others are generally carved with ground plane lines." , concave line engraving, high relief and openwork."

Grayson Ding said without any pause: "Repeat immediately."

Caleb Ji repeated it word for word, and was nervous by the other party's teaching method. He stayed by the side, combining audio and video with a steady gaze, occasionally striking, or writing down Grayson Ding's special techniques.

This one was not open in the afternoon, and there was a lot of noise from tourists outside, who were soaking up the time and carving here. Grayson Ding's hands were sore and his fingers ached, and no muscle in his body was loose. When the sweat on his forehead was about to flow into the corners of his eyes, Caleb Ji wiped it away lightly and quickly with the back of his hand.

Carving stone slabs consumes too much physical energy and requires extremely high finger and wrist strength. Otherwise, it is easy to start with a sonorous start and follow up weakly. Grayson Ding's sword has been accumulating strength for five or six hours, so Caleb Ji suddenly wanted to watch Grayson Ding. Carve that hibiscus stone.

He couldn't imagine what Grayson Ding would do to the "beautiful" hibiscus stone.

"Brother." Caleb Ji asked, "What are you going to do with that hibiscus stone?"

Ding Han looked at him in vain: "You still have the nerve to ask Furong Shi?"

Finn Ding said the same thing last time. Caleb Ji thought it had nothing to do with him, and it wasn't the four cuts he made. He simply kept silent until the visitors had dispersed and Grayson Ding put away his knife. He couldn't help but yawn.

Grayson Ding did not engrave meticulously according to the information, and deliberately left a few broken gaps for the convenience of subsequent retouching. His whole hand and arm were sore and cramped, and he did not put on a straight face to express his gratitude to the museum.

They left with empty stomachs after not eating for a day. It was hot and windless outside, and both of them were a little wilted.

Grayson Ding refused to go home: "I'm exhausted. I have to go and relax."

Caleb Ji felt that it was most relaxing to go home and lie on the bed, so she asked, "Why don't you go home? Where can you go to feel comfortable?"

Just on the street, Grayson Ding lowered his head and answered him: "How do you think this man's home is so comfortable? Of course he took off his clothes and had fun... If you go, I will carry you with me."

Caleb Ji's heart was pounding. He only knew that Grayson Ding was arrogant and extravagant, but he didn't expect that he was also lewd.

He should refuse, but he was curious, so he got into the car with Grayson Ding in a daze. He didn't know where to look along the way, hiding his little excitement and being extremely nervous.

Master, I am going to learn bad things. he thinks.

Master, it was quite bad for you to have an affair and give birth to me, so don’t blame me. he thought again.

Half an hour later, Grayson Ding stopped the car and turned off the engine, parked on the side of the road, pulled out the key and got out of the car in one go, as if he couldn't wait any longer. Caleb Ji followed behind with his head lowered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the grand entrance, stepped onto the steps of the Golden Cave, and took a few more steps to enter this gentle countryside.

Grayson Ding suddenly turned around: "Have you taken a shower?"

Caleb Ji raised his face blankly and saw the sign - Huaqing Pool, a public bathhouse.