The sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon, with a hint of laziness, slanted in through the glass window of the "Gu Yunzhai" antique shop that was covered with a thin layer of dust.
In the air, countless tiny dust particles rolled and danced in the light pillars, like golden elves given life.
Lu Zhou sat in front of the workbench, turning a blind eye to all this.
He is twenty-two years old and is an apprentice in this shop. His job is to repair old objects that have been forgotten by time. His character is not considered withdrawn, but being with silent antiques for a long time has made him develop a professional insouciance. Calm and observant, but not talkative.
At this moment, he was completely immersed in the palm-sized ancient bronze mirror in his hand.
This mirror was collected by the boss from the countryside last week. It is rusty and has a blurry surface. The only thing that stands out is the complicated cloud and thunder pattern on the back. Lu Zhou had spent three days using the finest sandpaper and special liquid to carefully remove the patina, revealing its rustic background.
He was using a soft mink-bristle brush to clean away the last remaining residue deep in the lines.
