Inner calm, emotional, high-demand, aggressive VS cool, reserved, low self-esteem and suffering. In the VIP lounge of the private auction, it was so quiet that only the soft sound of tweezers touching porcelain could be heard.
Cheng Du was wearing pure white gloves, lowering his head to repair a damaged Ru kiln from the Song Dynasty. He was wearing a very regular white shirt, his expression was focused, and even his breathing rate was controlled to perfection.
Until the door to the lounge was pushed open, and the familiar scent of agarwood mixed with the hustle and bustle outside poured in.
Cheng Du's porcelain repairing hand paused imperceptibly, but did not raise his head. He just lowered his eyelashes and said softly in a businesslike tone: "Mr. Jin, you are here."
Jin Hanzheng walked to the workbench and his eyes fell on Cheng Du's red knuckles due to long-term exposure to potions. His heart ached due to the unfamiliar call. He said nothing, staring at the focused figure in front of him. There was no fault in his tone: "No matter how busy Master Cheng is at work, don't waste your body."
"It's okay." Cheng Du leaned forward slightly and took the water glass to moisten his throat. Jin Hanzheng reached out to touch his cheek.
Cheng Du instinctively wanted to retreat and smiled habitually. The air condensed for a moment. Jin Hanzheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, suppressing the sourness in his heart, and said "Long time no see" in a flash.
"Yeah" without any emotion, his eyes drifted away. When he saw Jin Hanzheng again, Cheng Du was not at ease. The farewell that year put their relationship on the pillar of shame.
Jin Hanzheng looked at his calm face and compared it with the turbulent thoughts in his heart. He took half a step forward and forced Cheng Du back to the edge of the workbench. He lowered his head and looked at Cheng Du's eyelashes that were trembling slightly due to nervousness. His voice was low and hoarse, hiding five years of paranoia and grievances:
"Cheng Du, are you going to sever ties with me again and leave me alone?"
He never took the initiative to talk about love, but he used all his restraint and arrogance to quietly cross the boundaries drawn by Cheng Du himself, put his broken soul back together piece by piece, and welcomed him back to Tianguangda.
Concept: The incomplete ancient porcelain and the souls trapped in the quagmire can eventually be pieced together gently and welcome back to the light of day as long as they dare to face the scars.