Cen Jin never thought in his life that the man his father had been waiting for for twenty-three years would show up to pry open the back door of his house.
The man called Yun Qishi. He has a nice name, his hands are pretty, and he talks a lot.
As soon as he came, he asked how to match the azure glaze. After asking, he picked the lock. After that, he squatted at the door and refused to leave.
Cen Jin thought: Forget it, let's teach him.
Teach him to knead mud, and he will make blisters.
Teach him how to pull out billet, and he pulls out a crooked bowl.
Taught him how to make glazes, but after more than a hundred kilns, he still came up short.
But the man didn't leave.
I didn't leave even when my hands were broken, I didn't leave when I failed, and I didn't leave even when the kiln was about to be shut down.
He also told him: "I won't leave."
Cen Jin thought at that time: OK.
If you don't leave, you won't leave. Anyway, it takes two people to cook it.
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