It took Zhao Muzhi three years to find the old stone quarry deep in Sheshan Mountain.
What he wanted was not lapis lazuli, but that kind of blue - not shiny, not showy, as heavy as being weighed down at the bottom of the water. The old craftsman said that you are the only painter who can use lapis lazuli to create calmness. Later, the old craftsman fell off a cliff and died. In the mourning hall, Zhao Muzhi saw his daughter.
Nineteen-year-old Su Qing knelt on the straw, wearing coarse linen mourning clothes. He didn't see her face clearly, he only saw her clenching Mai's hand - the knuckles were rough, and the nails were embedded with cyan that couldn't be washed away. Just like her father's hands.
He asked: Will stones still be mined in the future?
She said: Pick it.
Concept: Craftsmanship is the origin of craftsmen, and it is also their way of not being forgotten.