Chapter 1138: Chapter 1129: Heart-to-Heart (3)
Xia Siyu looked up at Bo Yan. She knew she had messed up again: “Don’t be mad, I’ll go buy one that’s similar.”
Bo Yan felt a pain in his heart: “The master who made this teapot passed away many years ago. This Gongchun teapot was one of his masterworks.” The shape of a Gongchun is very hard to craft and fire. To make a beautiful one requires at least ten years of experience in pottery.
Xia Siyu tried to comfort him: “It’s okay, no matter how expensive, I can afford it.” She was responsible and was willing to pay for whatever she broke, especially something dear to her husband. As an actress, her income was quite high. As long as it wasn’t in the billions, she wouldn’t even bat an eye.
Bo Yan clutched his chest and shook his head. This time, he didn’t use a broom; instead, he squatted down and picked up the shards one by one.
The expense of the teapot is one thing, but another aspect is that a Yixing clay teapot requires care. Especially a Gongchun teapot with its uneven surface, to nurture it to a state of smoothness and warmth takes at least one or two years. Every time it’s cleaned and cared for, a wolf hair brush should be used to remove dust and dirt from the crevices.
This teapot has been cultivated for many years. Bo Yan bought it while he was still in school. Before he entered the entertainment industry, he had the leisure to nurture it until it was as smooth and glossy as jade. Now, even if he got a better teapot, he couldn’t nurture it the same way.
“Hey, don’t be mad, I’ll buy you one, buy a dozen, and you can use a different one every day.” Xia Siyu tried to comfort him when she saw Bo Yan’s heartbroken expression. Bo Yan shook his head and tossed the shards into the trash, making a crisp sound.
Xia Siyu stood aside, feeling she might have gone too far just now and quickly tried to make amends: “Then why don’t I help with the cleaning? Wipe the tables, dust a bit.”
Bo Yan quickly turned around: “No need, really no need.”
In addition to Xia Siyu’s large posters on the wall, there were a few oil paintings, all of which were artworks. If she cluelessly wiped them with a cloth, it wouldn’t just be a matter of heartbreak; it would drive him crazy.
Xia Siyu shook her head: “It’s okay, it’s not tiring. I won’t touch your porcelain; I’ll just wipe the tables, coffee table, and picture frames.”
Surely, she was targeting the paintings! Bo Yan quickly came over and hugged Xia Siyu from behind: “Don’t move, don’t move anything.”
He sighed: “I’m not mad about you breaking the cup and teapot. Yixing teapots are inherently fragile objects. The house chores here are meant for housekeeping, no need to tire yourself. Didn’t you say you were going to read? I’ll accompany you after I finish washing the dishes, okay?”
This time, Xia Siyu agreed. She turned and said, “Hubby, you’re not mad at me anymore?”
Bo Yan sighed and patted her little head. What good was getting mad? She was his wife, loved even on bended knee: “The teapot is precious, but you are even more precious. Be good, go read first, okay?”
Xia Siyu nodded, went back to the computer, dazed for a while, then opened the computer and checked the “strategies.”
Aside from these points, going out with friends for a gathering was clearly unrealistic. What methods could improve their marital relationship and help him regain confidence?
“What are you looking at?” While Xia Siyu was in a daze, Bo Yan had quickly washed the dishes and cleaned the table. He walked over and saw Xia Siyu at the computer, apparently seriously looking at something…