It's rolling thunder.

The rumbling thunder rolled all the way from the sky, sounding round and rattling, and feeling a little cute.

Of course, what is more beautiful than the thunder itself is its meaning.

After the spring thunder, the spring rain is coming, and the entire Western Desert will be moistened. At the same time, it also symbolizes that the earth is about to thaw and the best season of the year is coming.

Xu Wen ran down the street in small steps, and many people on both sides came out of their homes, looking up at the sky, their faces full of joy.

In this day and age, there is no one who doesn't love spring.

Looking at these people, Xu Wen suddenly remembered when he was in junior high school.

Since elementary school, many texts and poems praise spring, and teachers have talked a lot about it.

Then a male classmate with glasses in the class began to make a statement, saying that spring is too tiresome, and he still prefers autumn, with bleakness and withering in abundance, and it is not as cold as winter, and it feels cooler.

In retrospect, this was just a little boy's attempt to be a maverick, and it was also because most of the children of that era did not really suffer.

When they have gone through a long, cold winter, and have seen their family's food scarcer day by day, and they are starting to go hungry, they will know how praiseworthy spring is.

Even if they have just started planting, it is far from harvest time, and the new weeds and wild vegetables in the spring can barely wrap their stomachs, and the warmer weather will no longer make them freeze to death so easily.

Spring, a season of infinite hope that is directly reminiscent of new life.

Xu Wen temporarily put aside the affairs of the new city, and let his thoughts stretch carelessly, as light as the catkins of spring.

He entered the inner city and walked up to Zhudi Alley, his eyes passing over the door number in the alley.

No. 17 Bamboo Flute Lane, a number he will never forget.

The door numbers of Zhudi Lane are basically self-made, and they are basically bamboo or wooden signs.

Some bothered to find a craftsman, carved neatly, and the surname of their own family. More of them are homemade, crooked, but not interesting.

He's just going to pay special attention to that kind of stuff now.

When passing by Ni's house, Xu Wen happened to bump into Qin Zhijin at the door. She was about to enter the door, as if she had just returned from outside.

Whenever she goes out, she has to veil her face, and the fluttering gray veil hides her beautiful appearance. Seeing Xu Wen, she seemed a little surprised, raised her head slightly, and then laughed again: "Did you go home?"

"Yes. Xu Wen also responded with a smile.

"Hurry up. Lin Lin she prepared a ......" Qin Zhijin closed his voice halfway through his words, then smiled again, urging, "Go back quickly!"

Lin Lin has something for me?

Xu asked guesses, and then he let out a heavy "um" and quickened his pace.

For the rest of the road, he didn't care about looking at the door numbers of other people's houses one by one, and he just wanted to get home quickly.

But when he arrived at No. 17 Zhudi Lane, he still stopped, attracted by the door number next to the gate.

The content on the wooden card is interesting.

At first glance, it is not a word, but a few bamboo leaves.

The bamboo leaves are scarce, deserted and quiet.

If you look closely, you will find that this bamboo leaf is actually three words: bamboo seventeen, but the calligraphy and painting are integrated, so that it is like a painting and a word.

In fact, Xu Wen has also seen this kind of writing before, often appearing in the header design of the board newspaper, signature design, etc., in most cases, it can add a little change to the simple text, but Xu Wen's reaction to this is very general.

In his senses, this is design, not art, and the words added are fonts, not calligraphy.

He rarely saw a perfect combination of picture and lettering.

But the carving on the wooden sign in front of me is different, the bamboo shadow is staggering, as if there is a wind blowing, elegant and smart. The rhyme in the words also seems to be flowing, confined to the square inch, but it seems to flow in this side of the world.

So beautiful.

Xu Wen stopped at the door, unconsciously seeing God.

"I'll send him over......" A crisp voice came from inside the door, and then, the wooden door was pushed open with a creak, and Lian Linlin came out lightly, carrying a large bamboo basket in his hand.

Xu Wen turned his head and just crashed into her eyes, the light and shadow flickered, his eyes were full of waves, and he smiled.

"Ah, you're back!" Lian Linlin said happily, "Why don't you stay at the door and not go in?"

As soon as she turned her head, she immediately realized, "Are you looking at this house number? This is what Uncle Wu did at home when we went to Tianshan, it is said that he did it for five days, and he was doing this for half of the time we went out!"

may have heard the sound outside, Wu Keming also walked out, he stroked his beard, and said with some pride: "How is it, not bad?"

"It's so beautiful. The key is the charm and coherent circulation, and the integration at the level of artistic conception, so that people feel so harmonious. Xu Wen said sincerely.

"Hahaha, I have an eye! I thought about it on a whim, and then I pondered it for a long time. In fact, it is not difficult to integrate calligraphy and painting, but what is difficult is what kind of words and what paintings. Bamboo leaves are like swords, born with steep materials, and it is very simple to spell them directly, but they will appear too steep and too stiff. I take the wind as the medium, the leaf as the body, and the shadow as the follow, and I am talking about one word, movement, and another word, life. Vigorous and vigorous, it is the state of bamboo leaves, but also the state of green forest. Wu Keming felt as if he had met a confidant, touching his beard and explaining to the two.

It is actually rare to be able to hear such a master explain his creative intentions in detail, and Xu Wen listened very carefully.

"Lin Lin said, it took you five days to complete?" Xu Wen asked.

"Yes, but that's not because I'm not good at it! You have to think about this thoroughly, and you can't come in a hurry!" Wu Keming emphasized.

That's how a real work of art is done......

Xu Wen thought for a while, and saw that the basket that Lian Linlin was holding seemed to be very heavy, so he took it easily.

When he took it, Xu Wen felt a little struggling, and he immediately realized that Lian Linlin didn't want him to see what was inside, and he was a little puzzled. The basket was covered with a blue cloth, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Didn't Lian Linlin just say that he was going to give it to me?

Am I being amorous?

But even Lin Lin quickly let go, and then Wu Keming also came over, and said with a smile: "Try it, this is the new clothes that Lin Lin made for you with her sister-in-law Ni, it took a lot of thought, just now she thought that you would not come back, and she was still saying that she would send it to you." ”

Even Lin Lin's face immediately turned red, but he immediately squinted at Wu Keming again, and said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Wu, you can't let me say the gift I gave?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my question. Wu Keming hurriedly apologized, and then he squeezed his eyes at Xu Wen again, and entered the door with a smile.

There were only two of them left outside the door, and even Lin Lin avoided Xu Wen's gaze, and Xu Wen suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

After a while, Lian Linlin cleared his throat and said, "Come in, go in." ”

"Hmm. Xu Q&A answered, and entered the door with her, he paused and whispered, "Thank you." ”

"No, nothing. Lian Linlin walked in front of him, with her back to him, her movements were obviously stiff, she waved her hand, and walked in quickly.

The atmosphere between the two has never been so stiff, but at this time, Xu Wen's heart has never been so happy.

He tightened his grip on his things and crossed the threshold, but before entering the door, he subconsciously turned his head and couldn't help but glance at the door number again.