Tentacles Give Birth to Spring

"Shen Yan, how much do you earn per month?" "Three thousand and eight." "How much is the stuff you repair worth?" "I didn't count." Shen Yan has two hands. When your mind calms down, you can catch the remaining obsessions on things. When he came across a gray clay pot from the Han Dynasty, he touched two hands - one big and one small. The big one holds the small one and presses it against the permanently sealed inner wall of the jar. "Press here. Hard." Encountering the Ru kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, he saw a kiln worker standing by the kiln waiting for the rain. After waiting for a long time, I went back to adjust the glaze. ——What he fired was not glaze. It was the day of the day. Every time he answered, he would relive the most critical moment for that person. Including death. "If something is broken, it's broken. If you pretend it's not broken, that's a lie." "A total of one piece of strength, passed through seventy-two hands, and the weapon was defeated."——Repair, it is the 73rd pair of hands.