Illness in Spring Mountain

Three years ago, Cen Ye personally signed Chi Yan's removal document. At that time, Chi Yan was 21 years old and the craziest genius in the Forbidden City Youth Class. He was kicked out of the system because of "illegal operations." When signing, Cen Ye didn't hold the pen steady, and a small dot of ink blurred on the paper - no one noticed, but Chi Yan did. He said with a smile, "Brother, why are your hands shaking?" Cen Ye didn't reply. Three years later, Chi Yan opened a ten-square-meter porcelain repair shop in Panjiayuan. The signboard had just one word: "kui". No one knows what these three strokes mean. They only know that this little madman is good at repairing things - he can put back a jar that was broken into thirty pieces, and he can make a cracked bowl heal as before. But he has a quirk: he listens to stories before fixing things. You tell him the origin of this thing before he takes action. When Cen Ye appeared in front of him again, he came to investigate a cultural relic smuggling case. He was standing at the door of the shop. He was 26 years old, and the shirt he was wearing was still the same brand as three years ago. Chi Yan squatted on the threshold and ate watermelon. He looked up and saw him, with watermelon juice dripping on his hand. "Brother Cen," he smiled and narrowed his eyes, "are you here to check on me?" Cen Ye said nothing. He stared at Chi Yan's ripped T-shirt and the three old scars on the collarbone under the T-shirt - caused by the corrosion of laboratory chemicals. For three years, these three scars appeared repeatedly in his dreams. The cases were investigated one by one, from broken porcelain to tea sets, from ancient paintings to inscriptions on tablets. Behind every fake is the same name - the Du family, the real culprits who stole the national treasure thirty years ago. And Chi Yan's master, whose cause of death was unknown, was found out by checking this line. Cen Ye started driving to Panjiayuan in the middle of the night just to make sure the lights in the shop were still on. Chi Yan began to cook an extra bowl of noodles every day he came. Until the Du family counterattacked, public opinion exploded, and the shop was splashed with red paint, Cen Ye stood at the door with a bucket of white paint: "I'll paint the wall." Chi Yan squatted on the threshold holding his suit jacket. The wind blew in at two o'clock in the morning. His voice was a little hoarse: "Cen Ye, you looked at me for seven seconds when you signed the contract three years ago." Cen Ye put down the brush: "Did you count?" "I have a good memory." "Then you should remember what I said that day." "You said, 'According to the rules, we will remove you.'" "Wrong." Chi Yan looked up. Cen Ye came over, bent down, and looked directly into his eyes. The 26-year-old young man had no expression on his face, but his voice was shaking. "I wanted to say that day - Chi Yan, can you stay?" Spring mountains are immovable, but spring mountains are diseased. The disease is called you. Sweet-tongued and wild-hearted·Rampaging little lunatic porcelain repairman Purpose: Rules exist to protect good things