Blocked by capital, I was in debt with millions of dollars, and I was making videos by buying broken bowls. I unexpectedly heard it speak:
"I am not a rag, I am a secret-colored porcelain from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty. The person who threw me is called Qin Hui!"
From then on, the world came alive in my ears.
The broken bronze tripod cried to me about the moment it was exploded by tomb robbers; the copy of "Lanting Preface" whispered in my hands its thousands of years of wandering; the jade clothes buried deep in the ground pointed to a dusty palace murder case...
Restore national treasures and listen to the past and present. Some people use their eyes to identify treasures, but I use my heart.
