In the past, if someone told Xiao Qingcheng that he would fall in love with blue and white porcelain and fall in love with it to the extreme, he would definitely smile sarcastically and call it crazy. But the truth is always unexpected.
"Painting porcelain." The girl's clear voice stirred up waves of interest in his heart, and he gradually became addicted and lost his mind.
"Painting porcelain?!" Shock climbed onto his face, and his eyes shone with disbelief.
Is that blue and white porcelain painted porcelain?
Paint porcelain!
He threw the painted porcelain into the sea!
People and things can never get along after all...