Help Me, I'm Really Not a Genius Restorer.

Others rely on technology to repair cultural relics, but Lin Tingwan relies on the cultural relics themselves to tell her. On her first day on the job, a Xuande bowl broken into three pieces shouted in her head: "I've had back pain for hundreds of years! Get me back!" She did what it said, and her colleagues said she was a genius. Then the bowl officially "settled" into her brain. Anytime, anywhere, on call. One bowl is not enough? Here comes another piece of Jiajing wooden board, and when you open your mouth, you will hear four hundred years of gossip. Here's another lacquer box old man from the Ming Dynasty. He doesn't talk much but his words are on point. Later, even Lao Tong, who had been lying silently in the warehouse for three years, spoke up—— "I'll take care of the bronze one." Now she has a "Cultural Relics Restoration Department" in her mind, with a clear division of labor including the porcelain team, woodware team, lacquerware team, and bronze team. The noise made her brain hurt during meetings, but when faced with problems, they were more reliable than anyone else. The Cultural Relics Bureau named her to join the expert group. The museum regarded her as a treasure, and her peers said she was "a genius who can feel the breath of cultural relics." She smiled and didn't explain. After all, who would have thought that the secret of genius is a group of chattering old antiques?