Pulling the tablet is a fine job. Zhou Lin squatted beside Lin Yue. Looking at the tablet angle, applying strength on his hands is a problem. His vision is low. Seeing that her face is red and she doesn't disgust his teaching method, Zhou Lin let go of her hand.

The man's big hand left, Lin Yue relaxed, but inexplicably felt that something was missing.

"It's inconvenient, I'll sit behind you?"

The man's low voice sounded again in his ears. Lin Yuexin was shocked. How to sit behind her?

She turned her head and Zhou Lin raised her chin behind her: "All beginners have to teach you step by step."

He said so, but he didn't move, looking at Lin Yue calmly, waiting for her to express his opinion.

Lin Yue sat, Zhou Lin squatted on one knee, and her tall and burly figure almost enveloped her. His sleeves rolled up to the bent elbow, his forearms were thick, and his hands were covered with clay. Lin Yue looked at the hands and suddenly felt deeply moved somewhere in her heart. The celadon brought to her was pure and elegant, the Qingyuntang Porcelain Factory of the Zhou family, white walls and gray tiles, and a typical Jiangnan garden pattern. So when standing in front of the Zhou family, Lin Yue found it difficult to associate the rough and cold Zhou Lin with this place, but now, Zhou Lin, whose hands were covered with clay, unexpectedly became part of the porcelain factory.

As exquisite as celadon, it is also cultivated from the soil. In its roughness, it has a special beauty.

At this moment, Zhou Lin was just a celadon craftsman in Lin Yue’s heart, a professional craftsman who wanted to teach her to pull the tablet.

"Okay." Lin Yue moved forward, staring at the clay on the cart with her eyes focused on her face, her cheeks were fair, like a good student who was listening to the class carefully.

Zhou Lin understood, this girl really wanted to learn.

Forget it, he should teach it seriously. If you think about something else at this time, that's called a hooligan.

Rubbing his hands, Zhou Lin sat behind Lin Yue, and there was not much place to sit. He had reason to squeeze forward, but Zhou Lin didn't move. He held the female teacher's slender and soft little hand from behind and took her to feel the clay material: "Physal soil, glaze soil, porcelain making in various places has its own characteristics. Some people heard that Jingdezhen's soil is good, so they bought it to make celadon. The celadon in our Qingyutang only uses the soil near our hometown, which is authentic."

The place was small. Although Zhou Lin deliberately controlled not to squeeze into Lin Yue, the two of them were still next to each other. Lin Yue could feel the body temperature on Zhou Lin and the vibration of the chest he was talking. The ambiguous aura came out bit by bit, but he explained in a low voice, which was temporarily more attractive than that kind of ambiguousness.

"Is the place where soil is collected close to this place?" she asked in a low voice.

Zhou Lin said, "You drive for twenty minutes, do you want to go?"

Lin Yue's eyelashes trembled. She wanted to see the source of celadon, but this time she came to visit, she had to spend the night at Zhou's house. If Zhou Lin drove her around, it seemed quite troublesome.

"If you want to go, go, I'm so bored when I stay here." Zhou Lin said, looking at the clay material.

Lin Yue raised her lips and said, "I'll bother you." As long as he didn't feel it was troublesome, she would of course be happy.

"I'll go too!" The primary school student next to him suddenly interrupted, and Uncle Zhou was talking to the teacher, and he listened.

Lin Yue smiled, Zhou Lin's eyes were slightly deeper, adults went to go to cultural field trips, what do little kids know?

But he could only complain in his heart, paused, and took Fu Nan: "I don't go there just by wanting to go on the mountain. I made a question. If you answer correctly, you will take you there. If you answer wrong, stay at home and play with your Grandpa Zhou."

Fu Nanheng: "You said, it's too difficult to do it!"

Zhou Lin patted Lin Yue’s mud and asked the primary school student: “Why do you need to knead mud before pulling the tablet?”

Fu Nan laughed: "I know, Grandpa Zhou said that there are bubbles in the mud, so you have to knead it, otherwise the vase will bubble and crack when burning the kiln, so it will not be used."

Zhou Lin pursed his lips and blamed him for underestimating the memory of elementary school students.

The six-year-old child is so awesome. Lin Yue tilted her head and praised Fu Nan: "Nan Nan is so smart."

"Look." Zhou Lin gently hit her face with her arm, interrupting her interaction with the little brat.

Lin Yue had no choice but to continue studying.

When kneading the mud, Zhou Lin only gave some advice occasionally. The two of their hands did not touch each other and they were about to pull the tablet. Zhou Lin held Lin Yue's hand again, squeezing between the two's fingers wet and greasy. The body rotated at a constant speed with the rotating disc, like the touch of the skin. Moreover, because of the force, Zhou Lin had to lean forward on her upper body. No matter from which angle, Lin Yue was hugged by her.

Too intimate, you can even feel the shape of a man's chest muscles. Lin Yue's heart is pounding and it is difficult to concentrate anymore.

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Lin asked as he looked at the rotating body.

Lin Yue let out a soft "ah" sound, and the upward tone did not understand what he meant.

The sound hit Zhou Lin's eardrums, and the itch he had experienced quickly spread throughout his body. Zhou Lin's body stiffened and looked down at her. Then he realized that the woman's face turned red again at some point, and her shy little face was tempting to take a bite.

Is it because he is too close to you?

Zhou Lin moved back a little and repeated the question just now: "What do you want to do? Vase, tea bowl, water cup? You can use it if it is cooked."

Lin Yue felt guilty. It turned out that what he meant was, and she thought...

Leaving the random thoughts, Lin Yue thought for a while and asked, "Is the water cup OK?"

Zhou Lin didn't say anything, and his eyes returned to the blank, and taught her to pinch the cup: "The same person uses the same clay material, the same glaze, and the same kiln to fire the finished products, so porcelain is unique, just like fingerprints."

Lin Yue's heart moved and couldn't help but look at him secretly. The man looked calm on his side and his eyes were particularly focused. When he looked at his hands, his fingers were long and clear, full of strength, but now he was doing the most delicate work. The unique smell of clay material floated over, and Lin Yue was also a little fluttering. This water cup was pinched by him holding her hand, and it was unique in this world.

Full of anticipation, Lin Yue focused on cooperating with Zhou Lin's movements and followed him with his hands.

A couple focused on making porcelain. Fu Nan tilted his head and watched Uncle Zhou improve the body of the water cup over and over again. No one noticed that Mr. Zhou was back. After watching at the door for a while, he turned around and left quietly.

~

The water cup was made, and the lid handles were all pinched by Zhou Lin. When they were put together, they were already a work of art. Fu Nan saw Uncle Zhou's ability for the first time, and his admiration for Uncle Zhou was further improved. He sat next to him and kept praising his good looks. He also wanted to stretch out his fat fingers to touch it, but Zhou Lin was photographed open.

Lin Yue didn't touch it, but took several photos with her mobile phone, and there were no blind spots in three hundred and six degrees.

Zhou Lin looked like a little terrible expression and leaned against the door panel and said, "I haven't touched this for several years, and my hands have been born."

Mr. Zhou hummed gently. If he hadn't made up his mind not to talk to his son, he would have destroyed the majesty of the bastard.

Pulling the tablet is just the first step. Before firing, there are a series of complicated procedures, such as drying, repairing the tablet, decorating, vegetarian fired, glazing, etc. Zhou Lin did not talk to the old man, put the cup in the drying place, make a mark in front, and then told the foreman: "This is from Teacher Lin, you can take special care of it."

The case came in a irregular manner, and he could not guarantee the time, otherwise he would do it himself from beginning to end.

The foreman showed a mysterious smile.

Last time Fu Nan made a vase for Teacher Lin, and the glazing was done by Mr. Zhou himself. Although the finished product shapes produced by primary school students have many shortcomings, the vase is definitely the standard of top-notch artworks. Now Zhou Lin has brought his girlfriend back, which is beautiful and gentle. Mr. Zhou has prepared the guest room without seeing anyone. After seeing it, can he be slow to treat the water cup?

Zhou Lin was also a sloppy person. In fact, the words were for the old man to listen to. The father and son were not sure when they would play the mystery.

After finishing the business, the three of them washed their hands and set out to the mine.

The mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are beautiful, and it is a tour wherever you walk. Fu Nan ran in front excitedly. Zhou Lin slowed down and stood side by side with Lin Yue, chatting while walking: "You can't learn this for one or two days. You are really interested. You can live in the porcelain factory during the holidays. The old man will definitely welcome him. If you learn it, it can be considered as inheriting culture." When he was a child, the old man talked about these things every day, what cultural heritage and ancestral craftsmanship are.

The mountain wind blew, and the comfortable weekend unknowingly brought each other closer. Lin Yue plucked the hair in her ears and asked him curiously: "I think you are quite talented, why did you become a detective?"

Zhou Lin looked up and reached the top of the mountain in front. Fu Nan ran up like a monkey, carrying the boy's wild energy.

He was not honest when he was studying. After school, he took a group of friends around and climbed mountains and waters. There were shadows everywhere in Qingshi County. Born in a celadon family, the word "celadon" was left in blood and imprinted in bones. When my elder brother applied for the police academy, he was still a primary school student. The old man chased the elder brother and beat him. He stood aside to watch the fun. He also felt that his elder brother deserved a beating, and he did not honestly inherit his ancestors' skills and went to be a policeman.

But when he followed his elder brother into the police academy and saw a group of big men shining in the scorching sun but gritted their teeth and insisted on training. Zhou Lin felt that this was the man.

But at that time, he had no idea of ​​being a policeman. He studied in Jiang City in high school. He usually lives in school and would go to his elder brother's house to play on weekends. He had seen his elder brother quarrel with the woman, and he had also encountered two people mixing oil in their honey. He broke up and got back several times. The woman finally left, leaving behind a few domineering presidents.

My elder brother drank a few times and returned to normal after he woke up. Zhou Lin didn’t understand what he wanted. My elder brother just needs to be fine.

It was another weekend, and he went to his elder brother's house. He was not here. He was used to it and watched TV and played games by himself. The elder brother didn't come back all weekend, so he must have been busy with the case again. Zhou Lin locked the door and left and went back to school to attend classes. Then, it seemed that it was the second math class in the afternoon. The old man called him and said...

Zhou Lin smiled and looked back at Lin Yue: "Celadon cannot run away, I have been waiting there. I can't play the detective anymore and I can pick it up at any time. Bad people can run away. They must catch a few when they are young and can run."

Why be a criminal policeman?

There is really not a noble ideal. The man is still alive, living in an unknown place. He has to find it and shoot him for his elder brother.

Lin Yue raised her head and the man stood under the clear blue sky like a tall green pine. He was smiling, smiling lightly, but there seemed to be something else hidden in his eyes. She couldn't understand, but she just felt that such a police officer Zhou had made her like him even more...

"Uncle Zhou, teacher, hurry up!"

Above the top of the mountain, the crisp shouts of elementary school students suddenly came.

The atmosphere became quiet and relaxed. When Zhou Lin stepped onto a big stone, he turned around and reached out to the little woman below. The stone was very high, and if she didn't pull it, she had to climb up like a primary school student.

"Thank you." Lin Yue didn't show off and put her hand in his palm. There was no clay blocking, and her hands were a little cold. The man's hand was big and hot. He grabbed her tightly. When he went up, Lin Yue was pulled up by him. Standing firm, Lin Yue wanted to retract her hand, but Zhou Lin didn't let it go, and asked her in a low voice: "The scenery by the lake is okay at night. Do you want to go out for a walk?"

After saying that, he let go of her.

Lin Yue was still panicked and nodded without thinking about it: "Okay."

Zhou Lin looked at the watch: "See you at the door at 8 o'clock."

Lin Yue stopped unexpectedly and set off at 8 o'clock. Could it be that the Zhou family had dinner late?

At a guess of her confusion, Zhou Lin glanced at the top of the mountain, where Fu Nan was still waving excitedly.
Chapter completed!