Lu Beixiao shrugged, put one hand into his trouser pocket, and replied without any hesitation: "Grandma, Miss Gu repaired the urn for her sister with sincerity. She knows better and will be grateful."
After saying that, he was also a little surprised by his decision.
What Yuyuan said is not unreasonable.
If someone else had proposed cutting his sister's urn, he would not have agreed.
However, the only exception was Gu Beisheng.
There seems to be no immunity to her.
This feeling was so wonderful that he felt a little unbelievable.
Mrs. Lu saw that her three grandsons did not refute. Finally, she nodded, looked at Gu Beisheng, and said earnestly: "Girl Sheng, our toffee has been a little girl who is afraid of pain and loves beauty since she was a child. This time,
sorry to bother you."
Hearing this, Gu Beisheng was slightly startled, with some indescribable emotions in his heart.
Has she been afraid of pain since childhood?
She suddenly remembered some memories from her childhood.
There were a lot of things to learn from Grandpa's side, and there were always frustrations. Just doing embroidery and carving, I injured my hands countless times.
At that time, she would always cry and complain of pain.
Come to think of it, I am really afraid of pain.
It's just that it was too young, and the memory of pain has slowly faded away.
Now, I am no longer afraid of pain.
He smiled softly: "Don't worry, I will be gentler and slower, and try to repair it perfectly."
Mrs. Lu nodded.
Song Yuyuan saw that her grandma and brothers didn't refute, and didn't say anything more.
Not long after, the servant delivered a set of high-quality carving tools.
Gu Beisheng came to the urn, lit incense first, and then took the urn down.
Opened the tool box and took out the blade.
The servants on the side were a little stunned when they saw this scene.
I felt inexplicably terrified.
Gu Beisheng didn't pay any attention and used a razor blade to scrape away bit by bit the areas on the surface of the urn that had been damaged by dilute sulfuric acid.
Then take out a six-inch file and dig in bit by bit to carve the desired texture.
Everyone looked at her, and no one interrupted her.
An hour passed.
I saw that the previous scars completely disappeared.
At first glance, there are two beautiful bouquets of hyacinths on the top of the urn.
It hasn't been colored yet, but it's already lifelike.
Very consistent.
It looks like it was on the urn from the beginning, and it doesn't look like it was repaired at all.
In other words, this is how it should be on this urn.
Gu Beisheng used the same paint again and applied it bit by bit.
She kept her head buried and was not distracted.
Even though my neck hurt, I didn't stretch it and concentrated on repairing it.
Two hours later.
The urn was completely restored successfully.
At first glance, there is no injury at all?
It's clearly more refined and more majestic than before.
Mrs. Lu couldn't help but sigh: "These slender and white hands can actually carve such beautiful flowers."
Hearing this, the corners of Fu Xizhou's tightly pursed lips moved slightly, forming an imperceptible smile.
Lu Sinian smiled slightly.
His little fox sister always seemed to amaze him inadvertently.
Lu Jinchen's heart skipped a beat, but he felt a little distressed for no reason.
Toffee must have suffered a lot as a child before she became an all-powerful and amazing woman.
Song Yuyuan couldn't help but praise: "It's so beautiful."
Seeing this, Lu Beixiao felt at ease. He looked directly into her eyes and raised his lips: "Thank you."
Gu Beisheng shook his head and put the urn back in its place.
Then he looked at his watch.
It's getting late.
Suddenly I remembered what Jiang Yu said before leaving.