My name is Lin Shen, a restorer, and the cultural relics I restore will come alive.
The first item is the Warring States Period Jade: It was put together by itself at three o'clock in the morning, and a voice came out from inside, saying that its name was Ji Ping, and that I was the "master weapon" it had been waiting for for two thousand three hundred years, and that it had to find nine items for it.
The second piece was repaired without making a sound: later I discovered that its inner edge had been dented by someone touching it - someone had held it against their face for forty-seven years.
The third item was a bronze mirror: it told an old story about deep brotherhood, which almost made me cry. But on the day I finished the repair, I glanced at the mirror - the sparrow flew past outside the window, and the one in the mirror fluttered its wings downward.
Everything it reflects is the opposite, so what about the story it tells me?
Everything after that has its quirks: some only tell half of it, and some show you the scene but it gets shorter each time. Until the night when the seventh piece returned to its place, I saw a shadow in the mirror, wearing clothes I had never seen before. I turned around, but there was nothing behind me.
Ji Ping said: That shadow is yourself, the part of you that has not been burned cleanly.
The day the last piece was returned to its place, I knelt in the ruins. There is a line of words on the back of Yugui, which has been carved and polished, polished and carved again. I pressed my palm on it, and there was warmth under my fingertips.
That sentence was very short, and after 2,300 years, someone finally heard it clearly.
Later, I returned to the museum and went to work, passing cultural relics as usual. No one knows what they told me. Only I know that I will hold it for a while before sending it away every time.
Warm, cool, rough, smooth,
Some things have been quiet for a lifetime, but finally seeped a little warmth into your palm. It's like someone pressed a button on your hand after a long time.
Intention: Utensils don't lie, it's people who lie. What is repaired is not the jade, but the crack in the heart.