Sheng Tang felt that Gu Shiting had a pure and kind heart, with a sort of innocence about the world.
She really enjoyed being with him.
Gu Shiting asked her, "Are you cold?"
Sheng Tang reached out her hand and held his: "My hands are warm, yours are cold, and you still ask if I’m cold?"
Her palm was soft and warm.
After holding his hand for a mont, she quickly let go, leaving Gu Shiting feeling like he had lost sothing and feeling uneasy.
He wished he could hold her hand all the way.
But he rembered, only in kindergarten would boys and girls hold hands all day.
He wasn’t a kindergarten child anymore.
He endured the discomfort and gently coughed: "I’m not afraid of the cold! Keeping warm in spring and tolerating the cold in autumn is good for the body."
Sheng Tang chuckled.
The driver drove steadily, and the car headed to the suburbs.
The studio was in the nearby suburbs.
By nine-thirty, they had arrived.
Song Chen and a casually dressed man were waiting, everyone else had left.
"Good morning, Brother Song." Sheng Tang greeted him.
They had been getting along quite well lately.
Song Chen gave a slight smile: "Good morning, Tangtang, was there any traffic on the way?"
"We left early, and it was the road out of town, so there wasn’t much traffic," Sheng Tang replied.
Song Chen glanced at Gu Shiting.
Gu Shiting showed no displeasure and wasn’t wary of the stranger beside them because his eyes were on Sheng Tang.
As long as Sheng Tang was by his side, his focus was entirely on her, very attentive.
They chatted as they entered the studio.
The man beside Song Chen was the owner of the studio.
The Crown Prince of Huishi being here thrilled him, but he remained calm on the surface.
He taught Sheng Tang and Gu Shiting how to make pottery.
"...It’s just like playing with mud, just pay a bit of attention to technique." The man smiled and then demonstrated.
During the demonstration, Sheng Tang and Song Chen watched carefully.
Gu Shiting glanced once and learned it, then looked around instead.
He saw various arrangents on the shelves.
They were pretty complex crafts, so for the living room, and so for the garden.
Gu Shiting, not very sensitive to art, still found these crafts quite impressive.
But, they were too ornate.
Only a small bowl caught his attention.
The small bowl was quite asymtrical, one side high, the other low, with surprisingly smooth lines.
"Brother, do you want to give it a try?" Over there, Sheng Tang had pretty much learned and was ready to start. She called to Gu Shiting.
Gu Shiting ca over.
Sheng Tang took the apron, rolled up her sleeves, and started scooping mud from the bucket beside her.
She turned and asked Gu Shiting: "You don’t have cleanliness obsession, do you?"
Gu Shiting did not.
He picked up the small bowl to show Sheng Tang: "This looks nice, can you make one just like it?"
His voice was very gentle.
The studio owner heard him speak for the first ti and glanced at him.
Sheng Tang smiled sweetly, showing her dimples: "Sure! I like little rabbits, how about you make a little rabbit for instead."
Gu Shiting agreed.
Song Chen handed Gu Shiting another new apron.
Two machines were set side by side, and Sheng Tang had already settled in, making her pottery earnestly.
It looked easy, but once she got started, it felt particularly challenging. The clay in her hand wouldn’t shape according to her will, she tried many tis to get the feel of it.
Sheng Tang didn’t dare to be distracted, focusing entirely on making that small bowl.
The final product surely wasn’t as good-looking as the one Gu Shiting showed her, but it was decent.
anwhile, Gu Shiting had already finished making a little rabbit.
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