Chapter 2 — Cracks Under Light

In Tham Nhuoc Ninh's hand, he held a toolbox. Seeing me, she looked surprised enough. "Miss Lam, why are you here?" Chu Nghien Tu immediately frowned: "You're following me?" Uncle Phuong's face immediately turned black: "Who do you say is following whom?" I held Uncle Phuong back: "I came to work." Chu Nghien Tu glanced at the cloth bag in my hand: "Since when do you know how to restore porcelain?" Tham Nhuoc Ninh gently said: "Nghien Tu, maybe Miss Lam is just here to help, don't say harsh words." The middle-aged woman immediately continued: "It's okay to help, but don't go near the vase. Ms. Nhuoc Ninh is Master Hua's student, skilled and experienced." Uncle Phuong angrily reached into his pocket, felt for a long time and only took out a pair of old glasses. "Hua Kien Thanh only taught a few appraisal sessions but can he still be called a master?" Tham Nhuoc Ninh's face was ugly: "Master. Phuong, I know you look down on me, but the organizers inviting me means they trust me." Chu Nghien Tu looked at me: "Lam Van, this is not the place for you to be angry. Now that you're out, I can pretend I haven't seen you." I asked: "If I go out, who will fix it?" Tham Nhuoc Ninh said: "I will fix it." I looked at her toolbox: "You didn't even bring a soft mattress." Her finger stroked the box lock twice. Chu Nghien Tu immediately stood in front of her: "You stop nitpicking. At least Nhuoc Ninh dares to take responsibility, unlike you, who only knows how to force me by taking care of others in the past." Uncle Phuong couldn't bear it anymore: "If she doesn't know how to fix it, half of the antique shops in Nam Thanh should close." The middle-aged woman frowned: "Teacher Phuong, don't say angry words." I walked to the front of the glass cabinet. There is a small crack on the neck of the blue enameled porcelain vase. People had temporarily used clear tape to seal it, but the edge of the crack was still dusty. It was not dropped forcefully, but due to uneven impact force during transportation. I opened the cloth bag, took out the soft cushion and small broom. Tham Nhuoc Ninh suddenly said: "Miss Lam, don't touch it. If you mess up, even Nghien Tu won't be able to protect you." I looked at her: "He can't protect me, I don't need him to protect me." Chu Nghien Tu smiled coldly: "Do you have to show yourself?" "I just ask one question." I pointed to the crack. "Do you know what this crack must be cleaned first?" Tham Nhuoc Ninh opened. mouth: "Of course you have to clean the glue." "Use what?" She hesitated: "Special solution." Uncle Phuong immediately laughed: "Solution? Are you planning on soaking the entire layer of enamel?" The middle-aged woman's face changed. Chu Nghien Tu looked at Tham Nhuoc Ninh. She bit her lip: "I suddenly said the wrong thing." I put down the small broom: "One wrong word is enough to destroy a vase." Chu Nghien Tu tried to suppress his anger: "Lam Van, do you have to make Nhuoc Ninh uncomfortable?" "I'm saving the vase." "You're using things to make things difficult." I didn't pay attention to him anymore and put on my gloves. The middle-aged woman wanted to stop, but Uncle Phuong stepped up to block her face: "Whoever dares to touch her, leave the stage empty tomorrow and explain to the guests yourself." Half an hour later, the crack was fixed. I wiped the neck of the bottle clean and placed it back on the soft stand. Uncle Phuong lowered his head and looked back and forth a few times, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It can last until tomorrow night. After that, it still needs to be restored more carefully." The middle-aged woman did not say anything more. Tham Nhuoc Ninh stood next to her, her face unsightly. Chu Nghien Tu looked at the vase and then looked back at me: "When did you learn these things?" I packed the cloth bag: "It has nothing to do with you." "Lam Van." "Don't you think I've made you lose face?" I locked the bag. "Don't call my name outside, it's easy for others to misunderstand." Uncle Phuong

almost clapped. Chu Nghien Tu's face darkened. I turned around to leave, but the middle-aged woman suddenly chased after me: "Miss Lam, can you leave a contact method? Before the exhibition starts tomorrow, we still have to invite you to come check." Before I could speak, Tham Nhuoc Ninh said first: "There's no need. Miss Lam will only handle it temporarily. Tomorrow is the official occasion, it's better to let my teacher come and things will be better." Uncle Phuong smiled coldly: "If the teacher comes, you'll have to ask her how to fix it." Chu Nghien Tu couldn't listen anymore: "Master Phuong, Nhuoc Ninh is kind enough to come and help, you don't need to insult her like that." Uncle Phuong looked at him: "You can protect anyone you want, but don't take out ancient artifacts for her to practice." Tham Nhuoc Ninh's eyes turned red: "Nghich Tu, let's go. If Ms. Lam is that good, she doesn't need us." I looked at her holding Chu Nghien Tu's arm. If it were before, that scene would have made me sad. Now I just feel noisy. The phone vibrates. That was a message from Mr. Phuong: "Tomorrow night, don't reveal your real name. There are many complicated people on the organizing committee. Someone is asking about the whereabouts of your ancient vase." I turned off the screen. Chu Nghien Tu suddenly turned his head: