Chapter 59: It was done by me. Chapter 59: It was done by me. After opening the packaging box, thirty small porcelain bottles were neatly arranged.
The base color was as white as jade, and the bodies of the bottles were painted with delicate lines depicting various landscapes.
Some were in color, some in grayscale shading, making them unforgettable at first sight.
“Wow~~~~ so exquisite——”
By her side, Cheng Ranran couldn’t help but voice her admiration.
Ye Xiaohui, flipping through a book, glanced over and was also captivated by the scene.
“This bottle… such a sense of ‘Artistic Conception’ in the brushwork.”
“Artistic Conception’ I don’t understand, but it looks so beautiful——”
Cheng Ranran exclaimed, “Right, Xiaohui, you’ve been exposed to antiques since you were young, why don’t you have a look?”
With permission granted, she carefully took one out and handed it to her childhood friend.
Under closer observation, the bottles looked even more beautiful, as if the meticulous outlines had draped a mysterious veil over the white porcelain.
The latter observed it repeatedly for a long time, her eyes seemingly glued to it.
Cheng Ranran swore that her friend had not shown such astonishment and joy for many years.
“How is it, how is it? In this regard, you’re the expert, quick, tell me if it’s beautiful, right?”
Even though Cheng Ranran herself had little expertise in this area, a single glance was enough to perceive the uniqueness of the small porcelain bottles.
If Cheng Ranran had to describe her feelings, aside from the word “beautiful,” she really had no other words to express her current sentiments.
Ye Xiaohui couldn’t take her eyes off the black and white painting formed by mountains in front of her, unwilling to look away.
“I’m certain this was painted by hand. Whether it’s the rendering technique or the ‘Artistic Conception,’ it can be described as masterful!”
The porcelain vase itself was intended for storing pills, so it was not large, only about six or seven centimeters high, roughly the size of a snuff bottle.
Painting a pattern with a brush on such a small object required very advanced painting skills.
“Whose handiwork is this, after all?”
Under the influence of her family environment, Ye Xiaohui had been studying antiques and calligraphy since she was young, yet even after racking her brain and all the masters she knew, she couldn’t match any to it.
This style of painting seemed vaguely familiar?
The next moment, inspired, Ye Xiaohui’s eyes widened as she looked beside her.
“Tang Shu, this painting is very similar to the ones you did live on ‘Happy Together’ the other time!”
Sketching and landscape painting are different, but a person tends to incorporate their personal flair when painting, which only a person who pays attention to detail can spot.
And as it happened, Ye Xiaohui was one of those rare, meticulous, and rational people.
At that moment, Tang Shu was carefully examining a small porcelain bottle, looking at it over and over, nodding in satisfaction.
Modern firing may not be as refined as that of Damo Country, but it was fairly good, at least the control of the furnace temperature was quite dependable.
It had met her expectations.
“I made them. I bought a set of tools that were quite suitable, and then left the rest to the firing workshop.”
Even with a premonition, Ye Xiaohui still couldn’t help but be astonished for a moment when she heard the definitive answer.
Cheng Ranran was still unaware of how precious these porcelain vases were; she only knew that their maker was very capable.
“Wow~~~ so Shushu made these herself, your craftsmanship could run a shop now——”
Seeing the others loving the vases, Tang Shu pushed the cardboard box to the center.
“If you like them, feel free to pick a few for yourself, just leave about ten for me.”
She needed ten to fill with pills to give to her Weibo fans; the rest could be kept as spares.