Several bodyguards moved the things upstairs. After eating with Xia Qianchen, Nangong Shaodi and Xia Qianchen carried her upstairs to her "studio" and found some strange tools, as well as clay.
Xia Qianchen took some mud in his hand and said, "Will you let me make ceramics?"
Nangong Shaodi also dipped some mud with his fingers: "If it solidifies, you can pull out your legs."
"..." Xia Qianchen, "I said that it was an accident that time, and I could do plaster statues, but it does not mean that I could make porcelain statues..."
By the way, are there any porcelain statues?
Nangong Shaodi raised his hand, and Rhode walked over and said, "It doesn't matter if Miss Xia doesn't matter, Master Emperor can teach you."
"You teach me?" Xia Qianchen looked at him, "You can make porcelain?"
"Try it."
"You've done it before?"
“I’ve watched online videos. It’s very simple.”
“…”
"Miss Xia, put your hand here..." Rod picked up a mold and let Xia Qianchen's right hand be put in from the entrance. The mold immediately automatically generates Xia Qianchen's hand patterns and shapes, etc.
.
Rhode picked up another mold and asked Nangong Shaodi to put his left hand in...
Xia Qianchen asked strangely: "What are we going to do?"
"hand."
"hand?!"
It turns out that what they want to do is a hand model. Xia Qianchen wants to put in a pose of holding things with elegant and beautiful lines and slender fingers. It’s a pity that she has worked for many years and has many small calluses on her hands, and Rhodes is also
Generate them one by one.
Xia Qianchen's hands became a model, and each part was as realistic as possible, with the same hand patterns...
Xia Qianchen didn't understand: "What are you doing this kind of thing? Is it any special significance?"
Rhode shrugged: "It may not make sense."
"Since it's meaningless, why waste time and energy?"
"Miss Xia, I'm afraid there are many things in life that have to be spent on meaningless things. This is a life journey..." Rhode said thoughtfully, "The results are not important, you can enjoy the fun of making and
process."
"This is a difficult technical job, is it really okay?"
"You and Mr. Di work together, I believe there is no problem."
Xia Qianchen was speechless...
Is this another kind of quirk of Shaodi of Nangong? He likes to collect other people's hands?!
But he seemed to plan to do his own hands...
"Miss Xia, this is your apron and sleeves..."
Xia Qianchen picked it up and it was a light blue apron, while Nangong Shaodi had put on a dark blue one.
Looking at the pattern of the apron, it is a pair...
Nangong Shaodi turned around and signaled Xia Qianchen to tie the belt.
"You bought a mini-size?"
“…”
"You are too strong to be able to tie you up."
And because he was too tall, the apron seemed to shrink into his thigh, which was very funny.
Nangong Shaodi raised his eyebrows: "You said I am strong?"
"Well……"
"Where am I strong?" His sinister wolf eyes tightly held her.
"Maybe I used the wrong word, you are not strong, you are tall, strong, strong, strong, and tall."
Nangong Shaodi raised his eyebrows again: "Butterfly?"
"Why do you only listen to the parts that use the wrong words, and also listen to the good things you use?"
Nangong Shaodi suddenly stepped forward.
Xia Qianchen was stunned. He took the apron in his hand and put it on her body. He turned her body to help her carry it.
With a slender waist, the straps are completely redundant enough to tie a bow.
This is the difference between him and her. Men and women have a natural difference in strength and body shape.
In his eyes, she was so petite, not enough to hold her...
The night gradually deepened, and the rain outside the window made a drizzle.
The tools in front of Emperor Nangong were rotating, his hands were holding both sides of the clay, grasping its shape, and then shaping it with his ideas...
"Did you understand?"
"Let me try it!"
Xia Qianchen was eager to try it out and inexplicably loved this kind of handicraft work.
Nangong Shaodi refused to let go of his position, spread his legs and signaled her to sit in the empty position between his legs.
Xia Qianchen hesitated for a moment and sat back.
Because of his clever mind and skillful hands, Xia Qianchen is very good at learning, but he is not very good at mastering shapes.
The man's body was pressed against her back from behind, and his powerful arms were surrounded by them. He put them on the back of her hands, and took her to master and appreciate them...
"Is it fun?" His breath blew hot to her ears, making her ears and neck hot.
"Um."
“Is it simple?”
"fine."
The ambiguity and warmth of the room...
Because there are too many steps to make porcelain, they just molded the rough outline tonight, then pulled the blank, replenished the blank, rinsed the glaze, blow the glaze, and then drew the picture to cover a layer of thin glaze, and then fired it into the kiln.
Because there is no temperature control kiln here, Rhodes will be sent to the factory for subsequent processing.
The sky gradually became brighter, and among the countless failed products, there were several finished products.
Nangong Shaodi chose two relatively perfect ones and handed them over to Rhode.
Xia Qianchen sat in Nangong Shaodi's arms and worked all night. She didn't feel tired at all. Because when she was learning painting, she stood there all day, made plaster statues, and some people were in seclusion for two days without leaving the outside world...
Xia Qianchen has suffered a lot and is also able to endure hardships.
Nangong Shaodi asked: "Are you tired?"
“Not tired.”
"So energetic?" He grabbed her chin and forced her to turn back and kiss him.
"You have mud in your hands, all of them are on my face." Xia Qianchen subconsciously avoided his lips and pushed his face with his hands. As a result, the mud in her hands was printed on Nangong Shaodi's face.
Nangong Shaodi's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were cold and cold.
Xia Qianchen's movements stopped: "I'm sorry, sir, are you okay? I... um..."
He kissed her suddenly, and while kissing her, he drilled his mud-stained hands into her clothes.
The sticky and wet feeling made her feel a little uncomfortable, and her body twisted subconsciously: "Enough, okay... don't do this again... I'm not polite if you do this again..."
“…”
"I'm really not polite!"
Xia Qianchen also reached his hand into his chest and made countless finger marks.
Nangong Shaodi laughed instead of anger, and his lips curled up diagonally, filled with a charming and unrestrained smell: "Cat's paws."
"Who do you say is the cat's paw...ah!"
Nangong Shaodi suddenly grabbed a handful of mud, applied it to her chest, and rubbed it through the mud.
Xia Qianchen's face turned slightly red, and she was not willing to be outdone. She grabbed a handful of mud and twisted it back on his body...