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Chapter 60 Second Uncle, I'm Not Going, I Decided to Stay
Meng Junzhuo sat in front of the computer, staring at the things he wrote again with a sudden inspiration the night before. He was a little puzzled why after one night, he seemed to suddenly lose his inspiration and lost his direction.

The feeling of having no clue about creation is extremely strong, which is completely different from the feeling of the day before.

He stared at the content on the computer for a long time, finally closed the computer, got up and asked Zhao Mo to go to Tianming Workshop together.

"Tianming Workshop is going to close, what else are you going to do?" Zhao Mo was a little puzzled: "Master Tianming is a good craftsman, if you want to write about purple pottery, you might as well interview Master Tianming."

Meng Junzhuo ignored Zhao Mo, he decided to go to Tianming Workshop just to verify one thing.

The sudden burst of inspiration the day before was because I went to Tianming Workshop, or... because I met Tong Xiaojing!

He wanted to confirm whether his thoughts were due to Tong Xiaojing's influence or because of Tianming Workshop, or it had nothing to do with these, it was simply his own psychological problems.

……

In the workshop, Tong Tianming was dealing with the affairs in the workshop. The backyard has always been the place where he used to make pottery. The soil and various semi-finished products have been piled up for a long time, and it looks a bit messy and dilapidated.

Sun Zhe is helping him clean up.

"These places need to be tidied up. After cleaning these things, repaint them. When Xiaojing comes back later, she can live here." Tong Tianming said self-consciously.

"Second Uncle, don't take it easy! There are so many of these things, and you have worked so hard for so many years. Now that you say they will be dismantled, I can't bear it." Sun Zhe said, thinking that all the glass cabinets in the front hall would be destroyed. He was a little reluctant to dismantle it.

In the past two years, he has learned a lot from Uncle Tong. Even other masters in Wanyao Village praised him for his excellent firing skills. Second Uncle Tong studies hard and strives to study for a few more years so that he can become a teacher himself.

Now that Tianming Workshop is going to be closed, he is reluctant after all.

"Don't delay, the door will be closed sooner or later anyway, and I have to trouble you to tidy up the things in the front hall. My hands are not steady, and I might fall." Tong Tianming said lightly, dragging his unsteady steps Into the back room.

Sun Zhe was somewhat reluctant, but the matter had come to this point, and he suffered from the fact that he did not have fine skills, otherwise he could still help his master.

"Is Master Tianming not here?"

Hearing the voice, Sun Zhe turned his head and saw that it was Zhao Mo and Meng Junzhuo. He immediately said, "My master is resting in the back room. Are you looking for him? I'll call him."

After Sun Zhe finished speaking, he turned around and hurried to the back room, shouting loudly, "Uncle, Teacher Meng and the others are here to look for you again."

Tong Tianming went back to the back room and didn't rest, he just wanted to be alone, and when he heard Sun Zhe shouting outside, he adjusted his mood, got up and left the room.

Seeing Meng Junzhuo and Zhao Mo, Tong Tianming said softly, "You guys are here! Let's sit in the front hall. The backyard is full of dust and it's quite messy."

Zhao Mo glanced at the cleaned-up area of ​​the backyard, hesitated to speak, and had to follow Tong Tianming and Meng Junzhuo to the front hall to sit down.

"I'll make tea for you." Tong Tianming got up and took the tea set to make tea.

Everything from teacups to teapots is purple pottery made by Tong Tianming himself.

He carefully put the pot out, took the good Pu'er tea, his hands were a little unsteady when pouring the water, and a few drops of water accidentally spilled on the table.

"You guys are laughing, I'm old and useless." Tong Tianming hurriedly reached out his sleeve to wipe off the water droplets on the table, he sat down with a smile, and handed the tea to Meng Junzhuo and Zhao Mo.

"Master Tianming, is this workshop really going to be closed?" Zhao Mo asked while looking at Tong Tianming.

When Tong Tianming heard this, he was silent for a moment, and then responded softly.

Meng Junzhuo looked at Tong Tianming's lost look, and said, "Master Tianming, have you considered setting up a handicraft class so that more people can participate in learning how to make purple pottery?"

When Zhao Mo heard this, he also followed suit: "A Zhuo is right, Master Tianming, your handicrafts are displayed there, and now because of your hand injury, you will not be doing handicraft work for the time being, but you can set up a purple pottery class. It is also a kind of inheritance to let more people understand and learn about Zitao, and more people love to come in.”

"Inheritance?" Tong Tianming laughed directly when he heard the vocabulary this time: "What is inheritance? Now everyone looks at money, and there is not much future in this industry. Few people really want to learn in this industry. It’s also slow, young people don’t want to waste time, and the craftsmanship that pays attention to craftsmen’s ingenuity has almost been lost, machines can replace labor, and there will be nothing for us in the future.”

When Zhao Mo heard this, he fell silent.

Meng Junzhuo looked at Tong Tianming, and said seriously: "Maybe we can change our way of thinking, now is the Internet age, we can rely on the development of the Internet to let more people know, let more people know, you have been To stick to your original intention and pass on this kind of thing, you need more people to participate. After all, one person is weak. You may not be able to change anything if you work hard alone, but as long as you work hard, you are moving forward. It’s a big step, if we can, we will work hard together, that’s a big step forward.”

Tong Tianming was taken aback when he heard Meng Junzhuo's words. He raised his head to look at Meng Junzhuo, and suddenly there was some light in his eyes, but the light disappeared in a flash.

"Having said that, who doesn't want to do this well? My hand is useless, and this workshop is just like this. No one will support it in the future, and there will be no one..."

"Who said there is no one left."

A sudden voice interrupted Tong Tianming's words. Everyone was taken aback when they heard this. They followed the prestige and saw a person standing imposingly at the entrance of the workshop.

Tong Xiaojing stood at the door with her luggage, looked at the people in the room, and smiled.

Seeing Tong Xiaojing standing there, Tong Tianming couldn't believe his eyes, thought it was an illusion, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and seeing Tong Xiaojing really standing there, Tong Tianming tremblingly said: "Xiaojing...you...why? ..."

Tong Xiaojing looked at Second Uncle, her eyes turned red: "Second Uncle, I won't leave, I decided to stay."

When Tong Tianming heard this, he stood up immediately.

Zhao Mo and Meng Junzhuo were also shocked when they heard this. They looked at each other and looked at Tong Xiaojing involuntarily.

It was evening at this time, and Tong Xiaojing got off the bus at the halfway station, and then took the return bus. After more than two hours of tossing on the road, she finally came back.

Tong Xiaojing didn't go home, but went directly to the second uncle's workshop.

"Xiaojing...you..." Tong Tianming came to Tong Xiaojing, looked at the backpack and suitcase on her shoulders, and was stunned: "What did you just say? Do you want to stay?"

(End of this chapter)