Unlike in the past, his supporters are no longer limited to young men and women.

Some people cite scriptures and discuss Lu Zi'an's life and style of action, thinking that Lu Zi'an could not do this kind of thing.

Some people use the 36 plan as the basis to explain in detail the consequences of Lu Zi'an's actions.

[I'm a pure passerby, let me say my point of view: Even if it is a judgment, it also pays attention to a motive, I want to say, Lu Zi'an really has no motive to do this, he is now in a high position, oh no power, but his momentum is extremely high, why should he take such a big risk to frame some people who are not as good as him at all? With all due respect, I have never heard of any of these people, although I am not interested in Lu Zi'an, but this wave, I stand with him. 】

[With all due respect, you said that you don't know these people, you really can't blame others, you can only blame yourself for having too little knowledge. However, in this wave, I also stand as a master. 】

is no longer limited to the weak verbal support of 666 Lao Tie, but it is really and fundamentally attacking all the doubts raised by the other party.

And none of this even happened in the operation of his support group.

There are also suspicions that someone is manipulating the comments, but some people directly go back: If you want to control it so well, how powerful should it be to crisis PR?

Lu Zi'an looked down for a long time, and basically supported him.

He returned to his Weibo interface, thought about it, and finally posted: Thank you for your support, I am very grateful.

For these ups and downs, he will arrange for people to investigate and clarify for himself, but he will not take the matter to himself in a public place in advance.

Because, he has a clear conscience.

But he suddenly remembered that when he was misunderstood, he was not only speechless, but also surrounded by reporters......

Of course, I also remember how Manman blew up his hair at that time and sharply repelled those unwilling reporters.

Thinking of Man Man, Lu Zi'an couldn't help but show a faint smile.

In fact, at the beginning, the moment he saw the iron painting, he thought of Manman.

After all, her temperament and characteristics are too similar to iron paintings.

This "Snow Queen in the Mountains" was put on display in the museum, and the iron painting he bought was given to Manman.

didn't look at the comments of fans anymore, and Lu Zian quit Weibo.

"Brother An, I've got it done!" Zou Kai turned the notebook excitedly: "You look at the copy, if it's okay, I'll make the video!"

I have to say that Zou Kai's further study is indeed useful.

At least in terms of literary style, he has made great progress.

But......

Lu Zi'an looked at it, frowned and shook his head: "No." ”

Zou Kai was completely stunned, and looked at his copywriting again and again in disbelief, and said anxiously: "Brother An, take a look at it again, look at it......"

"You write very well. Lu Zi'an looked at him calmly, but his words were merciless: "But this copy is not suitable for iron painting, let alone Uncle Tang." ”

The writing is brilliant, and if it is used in traditional crafts that are relatively soft in themselves, such as calligraphy and painting, such as palace lanterns, it is definitely the icing on the cake.

However, Yu Tiehua's combination of rigidity and softness, and the copywriting piled up with such ornate words, will bury its own attractive characteristics.

Especially Uncle Tang, he has a rough temperament, and if he uses this kind of crepe, he is afraid that he will be even more unaccustomed to it.

After listening carefully to Lu Zi'an's thoughts, Zou Kai frowned and nodded slowly: "It seems that this is indeed the case." ”

It was he who floated, just thinking about showing off his hand and impressing others, but he forgot Uncle Tang's personal style.

"You say...... What if I go in the warm wind?" Zou Kai dragged across a piece of paper and slowly traced: "Uncle Tang's growth story, for example, the secret that Tie Hua and I have to tell or something......"

"It's up to you. Lu Zi'an got up and took the hot tea handed by Tang Yuan, blew lightly and took a sip.

Zou Kai suddenly turned his face and stared at Uncle Tang, who was taken aback: "Huh?"

On the evening of the third day, Zou Kai, who had stayed up for two nights, finally stretched his waist and kicked open the coffee table in front of him, he fell backwards and collapsed in the sofa.

Lu Zi'an sat by the window reading a book, the dim light cast on the pages, slightly glowing with the old color.

Hearing the movement, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Zou Kai: "What's the matter?

"No need...... Zou Kai closed his eyes and muttered indistinctly, "You...... Help me pass it on and do it...... Okay......"

As soon as the words fell, snoring sounded.

Lu Zi'an smiled helplessly, picked up the cushion on the side and threw it on him, sat on the opposite side of the sofa, and turned the notebook around.

He selects the only video file on his desktop and then double-clicks.

A snowflake, fluttering, gently floating with the breeze, anything at will.

The faint sound of silk bamboo looms, and then the snowflakes fall on the surface of the water, slowly melting.

The moment it melted completely, the entire river froze inch by inch.

Not only did the river freeze, but even the stones had beautiful ice flowers.

The camera moves forward quickly, and the scene seems to be completed in the blink of an eye.

The cracked ice, at the end of the crumbling, was a huge, lifted hammer.

"When—"

He blinked subconsciously, thinking that he would hear a loud bang, but he didn't expect that it was just a clear, striking iron sound.

Again, and again.

It is as if tirelessly striking the iron into the shape you want.

The voiceover was a low and cold voice, and Lu Zi'an glanced at Zou Kai a little unnaturally, worried that he would wake up, because this voice was matched by him.

[Iron painting is a kind of art work made of iron cast into lines and then welded. 】

The camera gradually spreads down, and Uncle Tang's strong and powerful arms appear in the picture.

Powerful arms and sinew bulges and are as hard as bone.

Against the fire, the muscles are distinct, and it makes people feel extremely safe.

[Mainly drawing on the ink painting, chapter, layout, concise and powerful lines, vigorous and simple. 】

The light and shadow were slightly off, revealing Uncle Tang's eight-pack abs and his sweaty face in the prime of life.

This is an iron man, he is not afraid of the cold and heat, not afraid of the heat, the power is extremely well controlled, every time, the high-definition camera faithfully captures the changes of the iron.

[With the hammer as the pen, the iron as the ink, the anvil as the paper, the wrought iron as the painting, the magic axe, the charm of nature. 】

With a loud sound, Uncle Tang put a forged iron branch into the pile of iron branches on the table.

Between the collisions, there was a crisp sound.

[Iron painting process integrates the welding technology of ancient gold and silver empty flowers, absorbs the advantages of paper-cutting, woodcut, brick carving, integrates the brushwork and chapter of Chinese painting, the picture has a clear contrast between light and dark, strong three-dimensional sense, unique in ancient arts and crafts, is a pearl in the treasure house of arts and crafts in China. 】

The camera follows Uncle Tang's movements, switching freely to perfectly show all the scenes when he was making the Iron Tree.

Then there was Uncle Tang's vicissitudes of life and honest voice: [My surname is Tang, I am the third generation of iron painting technology, and Tang Peng is my ancestor. 】

Rough fingers, twisting a plum petal made of iron, flexibly welded it to the iron tree.

[Anything that can be drawn on paper, we can draw iron paintings!]

The voiceover's voice was full of laughter and pride: [In the past, iron paintings were very famous, and there is still a huge iron painting "Welcome Pine" hanging in the Great Hall of the People!]

Contrary to the pride in his words, Uncle Tang in the picture is seriously holding a stamen with tweezers and slowly welding it in the center of the petals.

After editing, Uncle Tang's movements were like flowing water.

There are no pauses, and every step is just right.

A plum blossom is half blooming and half grateful, but it stands tall in the face of the harsh winter.

Although it is only a semi-finished product, it is already quite stylish.

Then a pair of hands appear in the picture and begin to paint the iron painting.

Uncle Tang's voice was also much more relaxed: [When I first started learning iron painting, I actually didn't want to learn it at all.

At that time, my father was very strict, he was reluctant to beat me, and every time I wanted to be lazy and didn't want to learn iron painting, he would carry me to the stove and punish me.

In dog days, I sweated after standing for about ten minutes, and I was honest after standing for half an hour. 】

Lu Zian couldn't help laughing, the picture was very strong.

[Later, my dad died.] 】

The music gradually rises, the sound of Xiao Sheng's flute is harmonious, and the silk strings merge with it, but the sound of striking iron one by one is extremely clear.

It's getting clearer and clearer.

[I was ...... with me Lover, talking about friends, I said I don't want to learn iron painting anymore, she said, then who will learn?]

No one, he has reached a dead end, his father has passed away, if he doesn't learn, who else will learn?

[My father-in-law and mother-in-law were very unhappy, but we still got married, and without getting a certificate, I bought her new clothes and invited everyone to a meal. 】

The music became sluggish, like the ink that slowly stained the iron tree.

Boundless, no hope in sight.

[She felt bitter in her heart, and I had no choice, I worked hard in the factory during the day, and came back at night to make iron paintings.

When I didn't have the money to buy iron, I wanted to scold my father, what are you doing with this, you said you forced me......]

The voice was a little nasal, and then there was a long pause before it sounded again: [Later, when the days were better, I could slowly afford to eat meat, and the iron paintings were also decent, so I opened a shop.

Heck, this shop can't be opened by ordinary people, and I have a bad temper, so I have to fight every time.

I don't dare to really hit someone, I have a lot of strength, I'm afraid that I will accidentally beat someone to death.

Later, my lover said that it was better to go back to the village, anyway, I saved some money, and I didn't have to worry about food and clothing, so I focused on iron painting.

She followed me and suffered a lot, I listened to her everything, she said back, and I came back. 】

In the picture, the figure of him working appeared and turned into nothingness.

Bamboo fences, white walls and green tiles, and potholes that appear when the muddy road dries up.

The combined tune is a clear spring and white snow.

The melody is fresh and smooth, and the rhythm is light and bright.

The picture extends, new greenery appears on both sides of the country road, and willow trees sprout new buds, which is the early spring beauty when winter turns to spring, the earth recovers, and everything flourishes.

Uncle Tang's voice was also much lighter: [When you find that people don't want to do things, life goes by faster.

My son didn't want to study and wanted to go to college, so I let him go, I couldn't do it, and I was very happy to see him do it.

Well, I'm planting vegetables, beating iron, and life is good!]

The tone is relaxed, and the words are full of satisfaction.

The picture ripples gently, and a millipen appears, the tip of which is stained with white paint, and slowly dots on the stamen.

The camera revolves around "Snow Queen in the Mountains", the kind of beauty between masculine and soft, under the background of the sun, the beauty is stunning.

The whole work reflects the brilliant light, and one hand picks up a pearl and gently releases it from the top of the iron tree.

The pearl went all the way down and slid into the interconnected holes of the jade stone.

The crisp sound is emitted all the way, and the combination is combined into an incredibly fresh tune.

[There are ironworkers in Wuhu! Kneading iron can paint! Flowers, bamboos, insects and birds accompany the landscape, and the four sides are welded into a lamp ......] With the long and rough singing, the sound of striking iron has become clear again.

is still shirtless and iron-solving, but the image of Uncle Tang is much more three-dimensional.