Under the thin and transparent clothes, half of the butterfly's faint wings are exposed.

When the wood carved by Lu Zi'an and the log carving were put together in one place, there was no gap in the middle, but in the place where Lu Zi'an dug up, a tentacle was exposed, as slender as cloud cotton.

This tentacle is even curled, poking out in a grand manner, and it looks extremely agile.

[I was suddenly very curious, master, how do you get this. 】

[Glue it, right? It shouldn't be possible to hit nails or something, right?]

Lu Zi'an was carving all the scattered objects at this time, glanced at the screen, and thought for a while: "It's glue...... It's not glue either, I'm going to adjust it myself......"

He got up and looked for the instant adhesive, and showed it generously: "Look, when repairing a wood carving, the damage of the carving and the wood should be carved out at the interface of the two sides of the irregular trunking, preferably to be able to clamp each other...... Well, like me. ”

Then he gathered the extremely fine sawdust on the table, gently brushed the cross-section of the wood on both sides with adhesive, and then snapped the carved small wood into it and pressed it tightly.

"This step is relatively simple, like me to carve first and then glue, you have to consider whether the size is sure, if you are not sure, you can stick it on first and then carve. Lu Zi'an said and wiped off some of the adhesive extruded: "Then before chiseling the wood, there must be a bottom in the heart, and the wood grain of the wood of the shape of the repair should be parallel to the wood grain of the carving, otherwise it will be obvious." ”

As he spoke, he loosened the small piece of wood that had been glued on, and the small piece of wood that had been pasted on it was perfectly integrated with the log carving, and it was really difficult to determine that it had ever been destroyed if he hadn't seen the original damaged appearance.

Lu Zi'an made up the other parts one by one, and finally took out the fine sandpaper: "Then it will be polished and colored, because this wood carving itself is not colored, so I will only polish it for the time being." ”

Polishing is a very meticulous work, because many of the details he carved out are too detailed, and the relief of the log carving has already been polished once, so that the second polishing has to be more careful, so as not to disappear too much.

Therefore, it took him more than two hours to carve, but he was busy polishing until the evening.

I don't know when, Lu Jianwei and they all came up.

The barrage in the live broadcast room all disappeared without a trace, and everyone quietly waited for Lu Zi'an to finish polishing.

Polishing is a very important link, in the old days there was a saying that "three points of carving, seven points of grinding".

Not only the lines and surfaces of wood carving need to be polished to finalize, but the charm of carving is perfectly reflected by polishing.

After Lu Zi'an's fine polishing, the surface of the wood carving is not only smooth and round like baby skin, the carving is vivid and vivid, but also extremely translucent, showing the natural texture and texture of the wood to the fullest.

When the final finished product was finished, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Lu Zi'an pressed his stiff fingers and sighed softly: "Okay." ”

Under the light, the horribly damaged wood carving on the table was restored to its original appearance.

The woman is graceful, the man is elegant, the two look at each other affectionately, and their ten fingers clench their clothes fluttering.

It's a beautiful picture, but there is a tomb standing beside the two of them.

There was no place on the tomb, and it looked like it was just a dirt bag, but there was a cloud on it, which was about to fall, and a butterfly loomed under it.

Why are there butterflies?

Lu Zi'an slowly rotated the wood carving, and then looked at the entire wood carving along the streamer, only to find that butterflies were everywhere.

In the shadow at the corner of the streamer, there are perched butterflies;

Under the clouds, there are butterflies;

Even the woman's butterfly bones even faintly showed half of a butterfly wing!

There are no superfluous patterns in the whole wood carving, and the clothing patterns of the characters are also expressed with extremely simple geometric patterns and lines, but in the end there is a strange sense of flow and elegance.

It was as if the two of them were held in mid-air, their clothes fluttering, and the next moment they were going to turn into butterflies.

Yes, this is Liang Zhu.

In the barren era, their love is not beautiful, but poignant.

That year, in the spring when Fangfei was blooming, the clouds sang softly, and they met for the first time.

Pretty red makeup, rushing into the Yuelao Temple in the rain, the red gauze is shy, the wind and rain are silent, and the hearts are moved by two young people.

If life is only as it first seems.

It would be nice if the story stopped here, but unfortunately, the story was doomed to a sad ending from the beginning.

They all thought that Yingtai would give in, but they didn't know how she was willing to bow her head because she had high ambitions and strong temperament.

"Don't embroider the pavilion like a cage finch spreading its wings in the air, and the spring of the apricot branches is noisy and the willows are still there. I wish Yingtai to dress up as a man and be interested in studying, and teach the world that fans don't let them have eyebrows. ”

Looking at this wood carving in a daze, the sound of silk and bamboo seemed to sound in everyone's ears.

Life is different, death should be the same hole.

Lightning and thunder roared, Liang Shanbo's lonely tomb suddenly cracked, red yarn flew, and she pounced on him with enthusiasm in her eyes.

Heaven and earth are inferior to the affectionate affection between us.

Even if it turns into a butterfly that wears flowers, it will always be with you, flying between the flowers.

Eternal life and eternity, never to be separated.

Such courage requires a strong heart to be so fearless.

The years have changed, the vicissitudes of life, and what remains unchanged is the joys and sorrows of the world.

We can't resist that kind of ideal love, and tears are just a natural move.

"Click. With a soft sound, Lu Zi'an gently buckled the wooden box and woke everyone up.

The screen was instantly filled with barrage, and many people even wailed and begged Lu Zi'an to let them take another look.

The old man Zhuo in front of the computer desk stared at the screen stiffly, his hand trembled, and his favorite teacup fell to the ground.

Usually I feel distressed for a long time when I knock it, but Old Man Zhuo at this time didn't realize it.

He made a bet.

But before, I didn't think I could win.

This wood carving was so badly damaged that even he did not dare to rush to the knife when he was at his peak.

Because restoration, not innovation, it requires careful study of the log carving, and cannot change the style of the old carving.

The carving can not be too fine, not too coarse, every knife must be cautious, once there is a trace of rigor, it is likely to be wasted.

But now, Lu Zi'an has succeeded.

In order not to put too much pressure on Lu Zi'an, he didn't even show Lu Zi'an the original manuscript, how did this Lu Zi'an see that all the damaged places were butterflies?

This puzzled him.

Even the original craftsman realized that he couldn't carve the artistic conception he imagined, and finally ruined the wood carving, but he really finished it......

This Lu Zi'an......

The phone on the table interrupted his musings, and he picked it up, listened to the congratulatory sound from the other side, and said as calmly as possible, "Well, thank you...... If you don't sell it, you really don't sell it, it has nothing to do with money, if you say you don't sell it, you don't sell it!