Ding: "The favorite of this line is jade, which is divided into three or six grades. People are also divided into dragons, phoenixes and ants. Since my name is Bai Han, I deserve good jade. "
Ji Shenyu: "Brother Shi has always been top-notch."
Ding: "Since you are the best, do you deserve to be your lover?"
Evaluation of works:
The work "Broken Jade Throwing Beads" is about jade shops and antique circles. This hand seems to have broken the pattern of cookies. However, the author has no intention to write about all the bustling and various people in the antique industry, but only draws the most fundamental distinction between authenticity and falsehood, and then concretizes that authenticity into two legendary figures: Zhang Sinian, the "ghost eye", and Liang Hecheng, the "ghost hand".
One of them is good at palm-slapping, and the other is good at counterfeiting. They took Ding and Ji Shenyu as apprentices, respectively, and formed a four-person team to play with children's spears as shields. Although I can catch a glimpse of the virtual shadow in the corner of the ancient rivers and lakes, after all, I just used my strength and didn't really intend to write in the depths.
At the end of the day, it seems that it is all jade antiques, and there is not a word about jade antiques. Just find a source and write about the intersection of these fellow teachers and friends in daily life. What is commendable is that the novel is particularly willing to make a fuss about the details, and it can always weave all kinds of mutual appreciation between people into the pen tip.
The flashing light on the South Red Pearl makes the relief stone shine, the hibiscus stone covers the surface of the hibiscus stone, and the chicken blood print condenses a sincere heart. Finally, you tie a pearl button and I will carve a white Yu Pei. There are characters hidden behind the artifact, and the knife method is the blade method. No place has a romantic feeling, and there are often opportunities between words.
It is extremely rare to put pen to paper meticulously and polish words carefully. It is the technique of Soviet-style dim sum, exquisite and timely. But even so, I tried my best to take the rosewood mold out of the small cake covered with lines and put it in my mouth, but it wasn't a real Soviet snack, but it was the taste of cookies.
Or maybe, in fact, the taste is different, but the people who cook and eat only think that this novel is a cookie after all, which satisfies the desire. Other than that, it's all redundant.