Shiyang saw a restorer working in a museum. His hand was so steady that she made a decision that no one could understand. In her sophomore year, she transferred from the oil painting department to the cultural relics restoration department.
On the first day she transferred to another department, she knocked over Lu Zhixiu's tray and scattered the broken porcelain pieces on the floor.
The day after she transferred to another department, she wet the restoration notes he had drawn for three months. Lu Zhixiu only said two words to her: Get out.
He is a recognized genius in the restoration department. He talks little and has a steady hand. He can sit in front of the workbench for ten hours without saying a word to anyone. He is the coldest person Shiyang has ever seen, and he is also the person with the steadiest hands she has ever seen.
The two of them shared a repair table. From not talking to each other to tacitly understanding each other, he hit the back of her hand with a repair knife to correct her movements, and she stayed up late with him to repair each silent artifact.
Later, Shiyang realized that Lu Zhi was repairing more than just artifacts.
What he cultivated was the part that he had sealed away.
And she was the one who broke into his world.
This is a slow, quiet story that unfolds slowly amid the smell of old paper and mineral paint.
They all complete themselves in this story.
