Xu Wen poured a bowl of clean water, put the porcelain pieces in one by one to clean them, and at the same time took out a small pot of ceramic, put some materials in it, and started to simmer.

There are two ways to repair porcelain, one is berry and the other is sticky.

The turban is a sewing repair method that uses metals such as gold and copper to lock it on the buckle.

Generally speaking, this requires that the broken porcelain is relatively complete, and it will leave very obvious traces after being crafted. Even if the metal is processed using artistic techniques to make it look more beautiful, it is completely different from before.

Lian Tianqing once told Xu Wen about a porcelain technique called "Thousand Thousand Threads". Using thinner gold wire and smaller holes to sew the porcelain, it can cope with more situations - such as thin body porcelain, broken porcelain, etc. At the same time, if the porcelain with this technique is well-bred, the gold wire seeps into the porcelain, it will look less obvious and more beautiful.

However, no matter which porcelain technique is suitable, it is not very suitable for you.

First of all, the porcelain bowl is too thick and too thick, and the earthquake intensity is too high, which makes its porcelain pieces very severely broken, and the smallest part is about the same thickness as the sewing needle.

This porcelain turban is too difficult, so Xu Wen thought about it and gave up. Moreover, the conditions at hand are not allowed now, and the traces of the turban will also be very conspicuous and do not meet his requirements.

So in the current situation, he decided to use the bonding method.

If the porcelain that is repaired with bonding is well repaired, it can achieve complete appearance, but it is basically impossible to use it again.

The old man kept this porcelain bowl mainly for a thought and would basically not use it again - who would use his wife to serve the rice?

So in comparison, this situation is more appropriate to use bonding.

He brought enough materials in his carry-on bag, which was more than enough to repair this bowl.

The most troublesome thing about the glue method to repair bowls is to put together.

This is like a puzzle. When it is broken, it has no idea which piece is from which part. For thick porcelain, there is also a distinction between inside and outside, which is very three-dimensional.

Moreover, this is a plain bowl of gray-coarse porcelain, without any patterns, so there is no basis for positioning, making it even more difficult to put together.

While boiling glue, Xu Wen arranged the cleaned pieces of porcelain neatly.

He was very confident in his arrangement, and the bamboo tweezers and the broken porcelain were all in their place.

For many restorators, this is the most time-consuming part, but in Xu Wen's eyes, he seemed to have already seen the location of the porcelain pieces. All he had to do was put them where they should be.

This is actually a very simple action, pick up, put down, pick up, and then put down.

But such a simple and continuous action stopped the old man's crying without realizing it.

He looked at Xu Wen's hand blankly, tears still flowing on his wrinkled face, but his breathing gradually calmed down.

The same is true for the others next to them. Some of them were just passing by, taking a break from their busy schedules, and seeing Xu Wen. Unconsciously, they looked in and were stunned.

The stable and regular movements seem to contain some kind of magic, some kind of wonderful gradually spreading atmosphere, which makes people's hearts stable, and their inner emotions gradually become less intense, a little quiet, and a little... I don't want to cry so much.

There was a boy in his teenage years old sitting under a tree with two corpses swept up from his feet, his face full of numbness and dry face.

At this time, he turned to look at Xu Wen, stared at his movements, and looked blankly.

Before he knew it, tears suddenly burst out from his eyes, he suddenly lowered his head, and pounded heavily on the ground, trembling silently and crying.

After a while, he stood up with tears, helped his neighbors move a big stone away.

The neighbor looked behind him, then looked at him again, and patted his shoulder lightly.

The boy still had tears on his face, and he wiped his sleeves randomly, continuing to help with things.

Such things keep happening.

Xu Wen was just sitting there, with a brick under his butt, and focused on doing work that seemed useless at this time.

The old man knelt next to him, staring at his movements, his face was confused, and his tears had completely stopped.

Suddenly, he grinned and smiled as if he had remembered something. But halfway through laughter, tears came out again. He cried and laughed, grinning while wiping tears, his face covered with mud.

Xu Wen was stable and peaceful, and put the broken porcelain pieces together and stuck them together. He was careful and meticulous, and even the tiniest porcelain pieces found their place and put them in the most suitable place.

His progress was much faster than that of an ordinary restorator, but even so, it took more than an hour.

And in this more than an hour, the air around him changed subtly and significantly. He cried and stopped, but he began to cry. The deadly breath was dissolved unconsciously, and the vitality of life was injected into it again.

That feeling - it was like when he was repairing this porcelain bowl, his heart was also repaired.

After sticking, the porcelain bowl is not perfect and needs to be modified with similar colors.

At this time, a man stood not far away and looked here. Another man had just returned from another area and was not sure about the situation here. He looked at him and smiled: "Why are you repairing the bowl at this time? Isn't this your unique skill?"

The man in front was a pawnshop shop, and he also had a master of palms and repairs. His eyes were straightened. When he heard his friend's words, his hands immediately posed like a fan: "No, no, no, how dare you take it? If you don't say anything about it, the kung tweaking and modifying skills... Oh, how could he know that this color adjustment can be the same color? There is also the shadows on this corner, deep and shallow, and it is accurate to grab it, how can it be done..."

The shopkeeper muttered to himself, almost immersed in it.

After about a cup of tea, Xu Wenxiu finished the porcelain bowl, polished it, removed the excess of colloids and pigments, turned around the fire, baked the porcelain bowl for a while, and handed it to the old man.

"I used the best glue, but I definitely couldn't do it the same as when it wasn't broken. Be careful to protect it in the future, and there will be no problems with normal movement and placement." Xu Wen reminded.

The old man took the bowl with trembling hands.

Xu Wenzhe said this, but the feeling of the porcelain bowl falling into his hands is smooth and rough, and the color and light that are visible to the naked eye are exactly the same as it used to be, no difference!

His tears flowed out again. The moment he fell, he remembered what Xu Wen said, and quickly moved his hand away to prevent the tears from falling on the bowl.

Then, his hands trembled and his voice trembled. He lowered his head to Xu Wen and kept saying: "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Xu Wen looked at his gray head and felt sour. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

At this time, under this emotion, the words are always pale and powerless.

At this moment, another voice sounded beside him, and the young boy's voice, with obvious hesitation and timidity, asked: "Brother..."

Xu Wen looked up and saw a twisting copper ring being handed to him.
Chapter completed!