C10 The Kowloon Dance

Wang Nanyuan never thought that her father, who was almost separated from her, would meet in such a mysterious and embarrassing environment.

To Wang Nanyuan, the Sun Yang kiln of the Wangshi Hall was an old garden that she had long since memorized in her heart. If he no longer had any memories of the Lotus Rui Village that he had lived in for the first three years of his life before he was three years old. . . Then this Wang Clan's Youcai wine kiln was really too familiar to him. This kind of familiarity came from his step-father's detailed guidance and imparting of knowledge to him. Not only did his step-father tell him in detail about the various locations of the Wang family's Luo clan's Luo clan's various Luo clans on the two banks of Nanxi, but he also told him in detail. He also taught him all the internal structure of the nine sites and the main content of the cooking of the ceramics. These nine westerns were wine kilns, tea kilns, bowl kilns, alms kilns, bottle kilns, pot kilns, lamp kilns, ceremonial kilns, and book kilns.

Wang Nanyuan's step-father had the works of the representative of Wangshi Hall that had been created from these nine kiln sites. Every time her step-father took out these rare treasures, he would teach Wang Nanyuan at the same time. While he would play with them like toys, his mother would always scream, "Old Wang (Mother doesn't want to call father by his name). Are you crazy, these treasures. . . What if the child breaks them? If one of them breaks, then there will be one less treasure of the 'Prosperous Era Hall' in this world! " As he screamed, At the same time, he snatched the treasures from the child's hands. However, his step-father always reached out and gently took them from his mother's hands, then gently put them back into Little Nan Yuan's hands. He said to him, "I'm not afraid that you'll break them, but I'm afraid that you'll forget about them. Everyday you touch them, Even if they really break, their appearance will always be engraved in your heart!"

His step-father never called them "Ouzhou porcelain," but instead called them "Ethereal porcelain. " These porcelain placenta that my step-father calls" Ethereal porcelain "are exquisite. The white color was slightly gray; the glaze was light green, and the degree of transparent was quite high. His stepdad told Wang Nanyuan: Originally, it was a light green silk cloth from the Jin Dynasty. The color of the blue porcelain was very similar to this kind of silk cloth, so it was called porcelain. It was called the Ethereal porcelain. Even the ancestors of the Wang family who made porcelain were called this. His step-father was also unwilling to change his words. He continued until he reached his end in London, which was 10,000 miles away from Nanxi River's opulent blue porcelain kiln. His step-father's collection of the Wang family's Ethereal porcelain had distinctive features in its design. For example, the cow-shaped lamp, brown disc, penta-pot, imitation fruit-shaped bowls, plates, and other items that Wang Nanyuan often played with were especially lively and beautiful. However, the decorative patterns were simple and simple, and the colors were mostly brown decorative. Most of them were colored dots, spots, and strips. In the face of these treasures, Xiao Nan Yuan often forgot to eat with infatuation. He loved these treasures too much, so. . . In addition to her step-father's twenty years of teaching, Wang Nan Yuan went to all the British Museum related to China's porcelain, including the British Museum. China porcelain, Wujiang porcelain, Wang family porcelain. It was already a part of Wang Nanyuan's blood.

Wang Nanyuan had dreamt countless times that when he stood by the riverside of China's Wujiang Branch, Nanxi River, and climbed any of the five lotus petals surrounding the Lotus Rui Village, what kind of situation would it be when any of the nine sites first appeared in front of him? He never would have thought that it would be today!

Wang Nanyuan had long known that the basic kilns of the Wangshi Hall were all in the form of dragon kilns. They were built according to the mountain, like a "crouching dragon" from the bottom to the top. The bottom of the kiln was a fire chamber. The top was open to smoke, and the middle was a brothel. In order to maintain a fast and uniform fire, there would be a firewood hole several meters away. The nine brothels in Wangshi Hall were all divided into three parts: the head, the bed, and the tail. Because it was a high-temperature fire, the highest temperature could reach more than 1,300 degrees Celsius. Due to factors such as thermal expansion, contraction, and high temperature melting, After being used for a period of time, the dragon kiln would become rotten or deformed, and the back of the kiln would also collapse to different degrees. Therefore, it would often take a period of time for major repairs to be carried out. Today, the wine kiln in front of Wang Shitang. . . The dragon's head was incomplete, the dragon's body collapsed, and the reeds on the dragon's spine fluttered in the wind. But no matter how dilapidated the wine kiln in front of them was, Wang Nanyuan and Reed could still feel the 'dragon' that was sitting on the mountainside of Sun Mountain. It was still as domineering as before. It seemed to be the Mr. Zhuge Kongming of the Three Kingdoms. Shaking the goose feather fan, he muttered, "I am watching the scenery on the city wall. I heard chaos outside the city. Flags fluttered in the air, so it was the soldiers sent by Sima. . . "

Wang Nanyuan held her breath and tried her best to suppress the wild beating in her heart. Lu-er saw through it with a glance. She teased him, "You've found your ancestor, hurry up and kneel down. " Wang Nanyuan also ignored her. She bowed and reached into the head of the wine kiln. Weinier screamed, "Don't go in, it's dangerous!" Before she finished speaking, Wang Nanyuan had already stepped on a grass hut. In an instant, a figure rushed out from the side of the Dragon kiln like a bolt of lightning. It knocked Wang Nanyuan to the side, but. . . However, it was still a little late. Wang Nanyuan's left toe was firmly clamped by an iron fellow. Wang Nanyuan shouted, "Mom, what projectile hurt me?!" He bowed and shot out. In an instant, Weir jumped up, and the figure also stood up. They caught Wang Nanyuan almost at the same time. Wang Nanyuan was so scared that at least his seven souls and six souls flew out, and the remaining one soul and one soul couldn't be found in the north. Lu-er must be a god. She grabbed the pair of rough hands that were about to leave Wang Nanyuan's waist, but those hands were still pulled out from Weinier's hands. He hugged Wang Nanyuan, who was about to fall down. She saw a side face with a mustache and a wide shoulder with rough lines. He was about half a hundred years old, but there was still a trace of an unnoticeable heroic spirit between his eyebrows. However, he did not seem to have experienced much of the vicissitudes of life. There was even a cute expression on his face. He possessed his body and said to Wang Nanyuan, "Hey, kid. Stop pretending. I know that your foreign goods shoes are thick. Hurry up and take off your shoes. See if there's a hair on your toe that hurts? " Wang Nanyuan took off her big boot while trembling. Her white toes were exposed, and indeed, not a single hair was injured. She hurriedly thanked the man. The man said, "Thank you my ass. He had just received a Wild Boar Grenade (Telekinesis) from the Dragon kiln. He wanted to test if the youth's kung fu was still there. The bullets and wild boars eat and eat are all messed up by you, kid. Give me back my Wild Boar!"

When Reed heard this, he laughed: " Uncle, so you're a local family member! That's not difficult. Follow me down the mountain. I guarantee you that you'll eat fragrant and thick wild pork tonight, as well as the wild pig belly that has been poisoned by the bamboo leaves! "

"You must be serious. The wild pig belly that has been poisoned by the bamboo leaves is very nutritious!" Wang Nanyuan was confused when he heard that, but that slag pulling uncle was already happily about to follow the leaves down the mountain.

Wang Nanyuan pulled on the big head shoes on the pig iron bullet. They were tightly clamped and could not be pulled out no matter what. The uncle casually threw something over and said, "Don't waste your energy. Put this on. Let's go!"

Wang Nanyuan looked down and saw that this uncle had casually pulled a wild bamboo leaf that was half the height of a person beside him. After a few times, he tied a foot cover for him so that he could put it on his feet as a bait and put it on his shoes. Wang Nanyuan said, "Weed leaf. We haven't even entered the kiln to take a look!" Weeping pulled him and said, "Don't look today. Uncle is still waiting to go down the mountain to eat wild pork and wild pig belly!"

Wang Nanyuan never would have thought that this seemingly abnormal uncle was the biological father that he had been thinking about day and night, flying for ten thousand miles and only meeting after twenty years! And the first time they met, he had put his bare feet on the heel that his father had made for him with wild bamboo leaves, and hobbled down the mountain.

The three of them faced the Fengshui tree at the village entrance and limped into Lotus Rui Village. From afar, they could hear the hubbub of voices under the big banyan tree in the middle of the village. Wang Nanyuan didn't care about his embarrassing appearance, and pulled up the reeds to squeeze into the crowd. The reeds also turned around and pulled Wang Qingtan's hand tightly, saying, "Uncle, let's go and take a look. "

On the tall tree stump outside the pavilion, stood Xiao Yunzhi. He was giving a generous speech. The villagers of the Lotus Rui Village were talking animatedly, while Ye Cheng crossed his arms in front of his chest. He stood in front of Xiao Yunzhi with his long legs crossed. Suddenly, he saw Ye Chengcheng extend his hand forward. He pointed at Xiao Yunzhi's nose and shouted, "You b * stard who forgot your ancestors, shut your stinky mouth and get down here!"

Wang Qingtan saw this and said to Reed: "So this place is so fun, I'll go up and play too!" After saying that, he jumped onto the tree stump and said to Xiao Yunzhi, "Didn't you hear that? Someone told you to get down, but you still didn't get down!"

As soon as Wang Qingtan finished speaking, a shout came from the crowd. Although it was low and deep, it had already rolled past everyone's ears like thunder. "Father!" Everyone turned around and saw that the cry of surprise had come from Wang Nanyuan's elder brother, Wang Yusong!