On the day of the divorce, my mother-in-law threw my canvas bag out the door.
"The Xu family has raised you for five years, and you only gave birth to a loser. How can you still get the dignity and property?"
I took my daughter out of the house with a bank card balance of 380 yuan, and moved into an urban village with a monthly rent of 380 yuan.
Next door is the scrap station. At four o'clock in the morning, a tricycle collecting scrap iron ran over the manhole cover——
Clang. Clang.
It was like the sound of the furnace door closing in the funeral home on the day my mother was cremated.
I thought this would be it for the rest of my life.
Until I tripped over a broken bowl in a pile of waste paper boxes.
An old voice came from the bowl:
"Daughter, I have been waiting for you for one thousand three hundred years."
That night, the Forbidden City called me overnight.
Experts say that this is the secret color porcelain of the early Tang Dynasty, the only complete one in the world, and its market price starts at 8 million.
My ex-husband blocked the door of my rental house overnight: "Zhiwei, sell the bowl to the Xu family, you decide the price."
I ignored him.
I donated the bowl.
——The condition is that the Forbidden City gives me a job.
My new colleague is an iceberg-faced cultural relic restorer. On the first day, he questioned me about falsifying my academic qualifications.
I didn't explain.
Until he touched the rusty sword I repaired and heard the last words of the general from the Warring States Period of two thousand years:
"Send the order... Retreat! Get the hell out of here!"
He blocked me at the door of the repair room, his eyes bloodshot:
"Can you hear it too?"
I didn't look up.
"Gong Pei, let me go. My daughter is still in kindergarten waiting for me to pick her up."
He got out of the way.
