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Su Baobao pursed his lips, it¡¯s Chinese Valentine¡¯s Day.
It¡¯s a very beautiful day. If she wants to give something away, in what capacity will she do it?
Although she is the person on Gu Yan¡¯s marriage certificate, it is only in name. She really wants to make it real, but Gu Yan won¡¯t allow it.
??Sighed slightly, picked up the phone and replied.
¡¾Xiaoya, let me take a look, I don¡¯t know what to give. ¡¿
After a while, Yi Lanya replied to the message.
[Hmm let me think about it for you. Your guy is the third son of the Gu family. He needs nothing. Well what he needs is your kindness. I remember that you seem to be able to knit scarves. Do you want to give him a scarf? A scarf? ¡¿
Su Baobao blinked. She can knit scarves, that¡¯s right.
Thinking of Gu Yan wearing a scarf, he suddenly got excited.
In her impression, Gu Yan always wears a suit. If he wears casual clothes
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¡¾Yi Xiaoya! Are you stupid! Are you stupid! Chinese Valentine's Day! The seventh day of July! You want me to knit a scarf in the summer? Are you stupid, am I stupid, or is Gu Yan stupid? ! ¡¿
Su Baobao pressed the phone hard, with a gritted expression on his face.
Yi Lanya was stunned for a moment, then replied.
¡¾Well, I heard that there is a porcelain pottery in the south of Muyun City. Do you want to make a porcelain pot yourself and put your mark on it? ¡¿
When Su Baobao saw this message, he had to say that he was a little moved. He made a porcelain with the marks belonging to the two of them engraved on it.
He thanked Yi Lanya and then thought about this place.
It doesn¡¯t take much time to make a piece of porcelain, so let¡¯s go tomorrow, and we can¡¯t let Gu Yan know that we have to give it to him on that day.
Su Baobao¡¯s little mind is active.
The next day, while Gu Yan was not at home, Su Baobao quietly came out of the apartment and stopped a taxi on the road, fully armed.
We arrived at our destination in a short while.
Su Baobao looked up at the small shop in front of him and felt a little confused. He saw that the shop was covered with ivy and looked very shabby.
It¡¯s hard to tell what the plaque above is, only the word ¡°Tao¡± on ceramics can be vaguely seen.
If it weren¡¯t for the bright lights inside, Su Baobao would definitely think that he was in the wrong place.
But, are you sure this place is not a black shop?
There were so many people on the street outside just now, she just turned a corner, why did it look so weird?
Su Baobao swallowed, stretched out his hand to hold his bag, swallowed and slowly walked inside.
"The worst thing is that it's just a black shop. She can run fast no matter what. She's a sneaky runner!"
Reaching out and knocking on the door, he asked cautiously: "Excuse me, is there anyone there?"
No one answered Su Baobao.
Su Baobao's heart trembled, and then he stretched out his head and looked around. No one was there. He frowned in disappointment, then turned around and prepared to leave.
At this moment, something suddenly shook on the counter, and then a slightly old voice sounded: "Someone, come in."
Su Baobao was frightened, and then turned around mechanically.
An old man sat on the seat behind the counter, pulling the newspaper off his face. The expression on his face was slightly serious, and his eyes were deep and emotionless.
Su Baobao hummed, then tightened her grip and walked in. The moment she entered, the door behind her suddenly closed.
Slowly walked up to the old man, then took off his sunglasses and mask, looked at the old man's somewhat cloudy eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "Grandpa, I want to make a ceramic pot here."
The old man paused imperceptibly, a flash of light flashed through his cloudy eyes, and a trace of nostalgia flashed deep in his eyes.
"Whatwhat did you call me?" The old man's voice was old and deep.
"UmGrandpa?" Su Baobao said with some uncertainty.
Shouldn¡¯t everyone at this age be called grandpa? Is it difficult for her to say something wrong?
The old man hummed and leaned back, his voice full of nostalgia and so far away: "There once was a man who also called me grandpa"
Su Baobao doesn¡¯t know why.I saw loneliness in this old man, boundless loneliness.
"What's your name and how old are you?" the old man asked, ignoring Su Baobao's first words when he came in.
Su Baobao opened her mouth, wanting to say that she was just here to make ceramics, but in the end she didn't say it, and her voice changed: "My name is Su Baobao, and I am twenty-one years old this year."
"Twenty-one, twenty-one, she should be twenty-one this year." The old man's voice was so quiet that it was imperceptible.
Then he looked at Su Baobao¡¯s eyes and sighed. If that girl hadn¡¯t experienced that incident at that time, her eyes should be the same now.
It is also so innocent and full of aura.
"Little girl, what did you say you were going to do?"
Su Baobao didn¡¯t know if she felt wrong. She always felt that the old man¡¯s eyes were much gentler than at the beginning.
"Grandpa, I want to make a ceramic to give to others, can you do it here?" Su Baobao's voice was sweet, with a slight smile on his face, which was very lovable.
The old man smiled: "Of course it's okay."
Then he pointed to the clay on the side of the room: "No. That's it. Just bring the clay over and make it here."
After speaking, the old man picked up the box on one side, and inside was a machine for making ceramics.
Su Baobao smiled at the old man, took off his bag, put it aside, and then walked towards the place with clay.
As she walked, she looked around and found that most of the things around her were antique vases and the like, and she could tell that these things were real and genuine.
Su Baobao¡¯s heart trembled. Who is this old man? This seems to be more than just a place for making ceramics.
The more I looked at it, the more frightened I became. Everything here costs at least 100,000 yuan.
Su Baobao did not dare to continue looking, took the clay and walked to the counter.
After Su Baobao watched the tutorial, he slowly started to do it. The old man looked at Su Baobao, and then said: "You said your surname is Su?"
Su Baobao nodded slightly: "Yes."
"How do you know where I am? No one has been here for a long time." The old man looked at Su Baobao.
Su Baobao sniffed: "I was introduced here by a friend. She said there is a place in the south of the city where you can make ceramics."
The old man thought for a while, and then he actually laughed.
Su Baobao raised his head slightly and looked at the smiling old man, feeling a little confused: "What's wrong? Isn't that what I said?"
The old man shook his head slightly: "Little girl, you came to the wrong place. This is not the south of the city, but the north of the city." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com