Zhou Lin’s hometown is in Qingshi County, right next to Jiang City, and it only takes two hours to drive there.

After getting off the highway, the black SUV drove all the way into the county town. Fu Nan's face was close to the window and enthusiastically served as a guide for the teacher: "Turn left in front, it's Fairy Lake, and grandpa's house lives by the lake."

Lin Yue was looking forward to it, but she was also a little nervous. She lived with Zhou Lin, and now she came to his hometown with Zhou Lin. Will Mr. Zhou think wrong?

In the driver's seat, Zhou Lin drove slowly and turned around and his vision suddenly became wider. He grew up here since he was a child, and Zhou Lin had been used to seeing it. Lin Yueqing couldn't help but lean towards Fu Nan in the back seat of the car, and immersed himself in the lake one by one. There is plenty of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and Lin Yue's hometown also has a small lake, but the area is far less than the one in front of him. The lake water is vast, and a circle of weeping willows are planted on the shore, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Grandpa Zhou said that a long time ago, a fairy in the sky stole the Queen Mother's celadon vase and was chased by the heavenly soldiers and generals. The fairy fled here in a panic and flew into the air and was hit by the heavenly soldiers. The fairy fell to the ground and turned into a fairy lake. The Queen Mother's celadon vase was broken into many fragments and distributed in the surrounding mountains. The heavenly soldiers and generals could not find it and left. The celadon fragments were melted into the soil. When the people discovered it, they learned to burn celadon with this soil."

Fu Nan has a good memory and shares the story Grandpa Zhou told him with the teacher.

"It's all fooling people, otherwise how can we attract tourists?" Zhou Lin looked at the lake and exposed it mercilessly.

Fu Nan stared at him: "Grandpa Zhou won't fool me."

Zhou Lin snorted coldly: "It's weird."

Lin Yue smiled, took out her cell phone, and took a few photos outside the window.

A few minutes later, the car stopped.

The Zhou family is a celadon family. The "Qingyutang" created by our ancestors is a time-honored brand that has been passed down for more than 300 years. It is now one of the key traditional handicraft enterprises in the province and city. With the development of science and technology, the ceramic industry has attracted many advanced technologies, and the yield rate of celadon is getting higher and higher. However, Mr. Zhou insists on following the traditional porcelain making method and has become one of the respected masters in the circle with high-quality works of art. The porcelain of "Qingyutang" is a representative landscape at celadon exhibitions at home and abroad.

It is famous outside, but the Zhoujia Porcelain Factory is very low-key. It is built around the mountains and rivers, with gray walls and white tiles, elegant and simple, as if it is still in the midst of time. On the gate tower, the three big characters "Qingyutang" are flying and flying. Lin Yue does not understand calligraphy, but she also feels a unique momentum of a famous family.

I really didn't realize that Zhou Lin actually came from such a family, with roughness and exquisiteness, just two worlds.

"Yeah, the captain is back."

When the guard Wang heard the movement, he came out and saw Zhou Lin and joked with a smile. While saying that, he looked into the back seat of the car. Fu Nan was also familiar with him. Just as he was about to greet Fu Nan intimately, he saw a young woman in a white shirt and a light blue dress poking out from behind the elementary school student. Her face was clean and tender, and she smiled at him slightly shyly. She was more beautiful than the female stars in the TV series, beautiful and comfortable, like a girl growing up next to her house, without a sense of distance.

Uncle Wang was stunned. After returning to his senses, he couldn't help but smile, and winked at Zhou Lin meaningfully: "I finally know that I'm bringing my girlfriend back?"

A thirty-year-old man has never even had a partner for so many years. If Zhou Lin had not come back easily from the river city, he would have helped introduce him.

Zhou Lin was not in a hurry to explain and turned to look at Lin Yue.

Lin Yue lowered her head awkwardly, her face turned red.

Zhou Lin's lips raised, and she liked her all kinds of little women. Just as she was about to clarify, someone said it for him. Fu Nan held the teacher's hand and denied loudly: "No, this is my teacher. I will take the teacher to see Grandpa Zhou's celadon. The teacher is not Uncle Zhou's girlfriend."

Zhou Lin pursed her lips.

Uncle Wang was still alive and asked Zhou Lin with his eyes. Zhou Lin introduced with a blank expression: "Lin Yue is the math teacher in Fu Nan's class. There are many things in the bureau. Recently, Teacher Lin is taking care of Fu Nan."

Uncle Wang was very disappointed and asked the three of them to come in and said, "Old Zhou has gone to the museum and will not come back later. Why don't I call me?"

"No need." Zhou Lin refused, "He is busy with him. I will take Teacher Lin for a walk. There is nothing to do in the small ruins."

Uncle Wang glared at him fiercely, did you say that about his own factory? Mr. Zhou’s celadon is hard to come by, and he can sell it for a while if he hadn’t been low-key, he would have lived in a villa long ago. The same is true for brothers Zhou Lin. He is obviously a rich young man, so he insists on being a criminal policeman. Not only does he have to say that he is tired, he is still...

Thinking of Brother Zhou Lin who died in the line of duty, Uncle Wang felt depressed and asked Zhou Lin and the other two to visit by themselves. He continued to be the gatekeeper.

~

The porcelain factory is not big. If you take a quick look, you can finish it in half an hour. However, Lin Yue was very interested in every step of making porcelain. From clay, making blanks, drying blanks, repairing blanks to glaze, you must carefully read every place, and finally stay in the kiln for a while.

After he came out, it was noon. Fu Nan opened his mouth several times and wanted to go and play with him first, but because the teacher was not in a hurry, he forced himself to help him and patiently accompanied the teacher to visit.

A worker helped to pass the message: "Captain Zhou, Mr. Zhou is back, waiting for you in the living room."

Lin Yue's heartbeat faster.

Zhou Lin led the way in front and walked around a quiet small garden. In front of it was the living room, with a quaint layout, and the inside was filled with mahogany furniture. Lin Yue secretly observed and saw that the fruit she bought was still on the living room table. Zhou Lin put it before, and next to the tea table, there was a gray-haired old man drinking tea leisurely. He was wearing home clothes, with a bit of the elegant demeanor of an old artist, but the atmosphere was destroyed by a few fruits.

"Grandpa!" Fu Nan ran over happily, like a grandson.

"Nan Nan is here." Mr. Zhou put down the tea bowl and smiled and hugged Fu Nan. He also knew Fu Nan's father. When he was a child, he was stubborn with the second child every day. When the two bastards called the police academy together, Mr. Zhou brought the two closer to the blacklist together, and ignored anyone, but Fu Nan was obedient and sensible. Mr. Zhou liked it no matter how he thought about it.

"Grandpa, this is Teacher Lin, the teacher is very nice to me." Sitting on the old man's lap, Fu Nan proudly introduced the teacher.

Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young woman opposite him.

Lin Yue quickly introduced herself: "Hello uncle, my name is Lin Yue, I am Nannan's math teacher. Last time I heard Nannan say that you made celadon in the factory, I was particularly interested. I came here to visit today. I was very embarrassed. I bought some fruits and hope you don't dislike it."

All he said was polite, but Lin Yue was gentle and elegant, and her voice was clear and moist. She was born to be a good look that her elders liked.

Mr. Zhou nodded: "If you like the small factory you own, come often, don't be so polite."

The old man's tone was kind, and Lin Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's have dinner first. I don't know what you like to eat. They are all home-cooked dishes and there is no special preparation." Mr. Zhou pointed to the chair on the left and signaled Lin Yue to sit. As for Zhou Lin, he had already sat on the right side. The old man didn't have him in his eyes, and he didn't care. He leaned lazily against the back of the chair and listened casually.

"Thank you uncle." Lin Yue said politely.

The kitchen aunt brought the meal up. Mr. Zhou looked like an old-fashioned parent. She was actually very easy-going. She chatted with Lin Yue while eating and asked Lin Yue about her feelings about her visit in the morning. Lin Yue was interested in celadon, so she naturally had something to talk about. After a meal, she saw that Mr. Zhou was not so stranger.

"It's not convenient for you to come here. Let's stay here tonight. The room is ready. Let's take a nap first, and then go to pull the tablet when you wake up." After the meal, Mr. Zhou looked at Lin Yue and said, "Often people who come to the porcelain factory to play pull the tablet."

Fu Nan laughed, he liked to make mud.

It is hard to refuse the kindness, and Lin Yue once again thanked the old man for his hospitality.

There is a small yard here for guests to live in. The outside is quaint and the inside is full of modern furniture. Today, there is a wave of guests. Fu Nan was afraid that the teacher would be lonely and suggested living in the room next to the teacher. Of course, Mr. Zhou didn't care. Zhou Lin directly pushed open the door next to Lin Yue and became a guest of his own home.

Father and son, I don’t look at you, I don’t look at you. Lin Yue couldn’t help thinking before taking a nap, what exactly did Zhou Lin anger the old man?

~

After waking up, Fu Nan led the teacher to Grandpa Zhou's studio in a familiar way. The studio was divided into inside and outside. Mr. Zhou made porcelain inside, and several blanks were placed outside, which were specially kept for curious children. Mr. Zhou's major hobby was to teach children to make celadon.

Mr. Zhou had something to do in the afternoon, so he personally demonstrated that Lin Yue had pinched the blank, and then washed his hands and left.

Lin Yue is not a prodigy, so how could she read and listen to the explanation once and then sit in front of the blanket, facing the round blanket and a bucket of clay material.

"Teacher, look at me." Fu Nan sat on the blank cart next to him, pinching mud to teach the teacher in a very good manner. The primary school student has been studying for a while. Although the shape he pinched out is irregular, at least he can see that it is a vase.

Lin Yue looked at it for a while, started the truck and tried to do it.

Zhou Lin walked over with his hands in his pockets and saw the elementary school student having fun. The female teacher was clumsy and wanted to learn from the elementary school student secretly. When she saw him, she immediately turned back, and her mud-filled hands tried to block her "work".

Zhou Lin smiled, rolled up her sleeves and walked to Lin Yue, squatted down on one knee, and asked in a low voice: "I'll teach you?"

Anyway, before he went to college, he spent almost every winter and summer vacation every year after school.

Lin Yue really needed guidance and nodded softly.

Zhou Lin rubbed the clay material on the blanket. The blanket rotated at a constant speed. He focused his eyes and simply pulled out the tall blanket, and then demonstrated how Lin Yue made the shape of the bowl.

"Sure?" Zhou Lin asked her.

Lin Yue:...

It looks simple, but it feels very difficult.

"I'll try first." She said, gritting her teeth.

Zhou Lin watched leisurely.

Here, Lin Yue was under greater pressure, afraid of making a fool of herself, but the more she felt pressure, the harder she could not handle it, and her body could not stand up. She was in a hurry, and her big hands suddenly stretched out and pressed against the back of her hand tightly, similar to a posture of connecting her fingers. Both of them had mud on their hands, but the feeling of being smooth and gripped together made people feel even more pity.

Lin Yue's whole body was stiff and her face looked like a fire.

"I'll teach you." The man said softly on the side, and the warm breath sprayed on her ears.
Chapter completed!