He was blind.

Old Man Ren seemed to notice his gaze, and a smile gradually bloomed on his weather-beaten face.

From the forehead to the eyes, to the corners of the mouth, gradually unfold.

A pair of distracted eyes under the wrinkled forehead slowly released light, cloudy but warm, revealing a sense of peace and calmness: "I've been doing it for too many years, I can't help it, but I'm not completely blind, I can see a cloud of light and shadow dimly." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the little girl beside him who was so timid that she desperately shrank back: "After I die, it would be best if someone could learn it, if not, when my granddaughter grows up, come back to learn it, at least, this skill can still remain." ”

Lu Zi'an was stunned.

He suddenly remembered what Old Man Zhuo had said.

What is a craftsman?

This is clearly an entertainer.

The old man's hands are unbearable to look at.

Where is this still a hand?

The whole hand was scarred, the old wound had not healed, and new wounds had been added, and red flesh had been turned out of the grinning mouth on the hand, which could be imagined how painful it was.

But he was willing to do it.

Every day in that deserted room, I make all kinds of silver filigree works.

A pair of tweezers, a pair of scissors, a board of refractory asbestos, a design drawing and silver wires of varying thicknesses are all the tools and materials.

All kinds of silver filaments and finished products of different thicknesses in the room silently accompanied him for decades.

Day after day, year after year, until the light faded day by day.

It's true.

Stupid.

Stupidity.

Stupid enough to be flexible.

It makes people hate to scold.

Make people ...... Want to shed tears.

I can't take his place for him, hold those hands, and mourn for him.

Lu Zi'an opened his mouth, but found that he had lost the ability to speak.

Time is easy to age, and filigree is hard to find.

Known as one of the four famous Dans of the city, the silver filigree called together with lacquerware, Shu embroidery and bamboo weaving has also had a very glorious history.

It can even be traced back to the Yin Shang period more than 1700 BC.

The complex skills and the loneliness of time have created many precious silver filigree works.

But after all, they can't withstand the washing of time, and they gradually fade away in the long river of history.

Old man Ren took out a photo album and flipped it to him: "Look, this is a silver filigree handicraft in the Western Han Dynasty......"

Lu Zi'an couldn't bear to interrupt him, in fact, the side that Old Man Ren was pointing to was blank.

However, the other photos in the album are really beautiful.

The biggest feature of the silver filigree technique is that it adopts the "flat filling" technology and is formed without a fetus.

It has a variety of processes, the thinnest of silver filaments is only half the size of a human hair, and the thickness is only a few millimeters.

After the silver is drawn into silver wires of different thicknesses, the pattern in the middle is filled and woven according to the pattern frame that has been made, and the four major techniques of cloisonné, silk filling, weaving and tired silk are used.

There are no shortcuts to this unique skill, it all depends on the artist's artistic perception and skillful hands.

Lu Zi'an couldn't help but look at the silver filigree ball brought by Old Man Ren, all the silver filigree were delicate and delicate, and the composition was extremely complex.

It's really hard to imagine that its creators, in fact, have been largely blind.

It is even more unimaginable that it came from the hands of such a pair of scarred and almost useless hands.

Ten fingers to heart.

When creating it, Mr. Ren must have been stabbed many times with scissors.

That's how these wounds came from, right?

Ying Xuan next to him lowered his head and quickly wiped away his tears.

He knew it was humiliating, but he couldn't help it.

"Go get the medicine kit. Lu Zi'an glanced at him and gently held Old Man Ren's hand: "Old Ren, don't worry, someone will come to learn the silver filigree craft." ”

Old Man Ren's face showed a little joy, and then it dimmed, and sighed: "Hey, you don't need to comfort me, I just hope that it doesn't disappear, and it doesn't disappear......"

"It's not going to go away. ”

Old man Ren showed a yearning: "Don't look at it now, no one knows, in fact, silver filigree, used to be really powerful, at that time, wow, we were on the whole street! All of them were tall silver buildings, full of traffic, and there were beautiful girls who came and went, and the ones on their heads were all silver filigree, and the silver filigree we produced there was sold all over the country, and there were many people who went abroad...... I'll find you ......."

"I know what I believe. Lu Zi'an smiled very hard, and his tone was firm and sincere: "Please also believe me, with an artist like you, Yinhuaxian will definitely make a comeback." ”

Old Man Ren shrank his hand in embarrassment, and muttered: "I, I'm just a bad old man, and I can't be considered an artist......

"No, in my heart, you are the greatest artist. Lu Zi'an stood up and bowed deeply to him: "Thank you for this lesson you taught me, teacher." ”

A scholar surnamed Gao once said, "What kind of person will become a real craftsman or artist? ”

Compared to those who casually sing a song, act in a play, and dare to call themselves artists when they dance!

In Lu Zi's heart, Mr. Ren is the real artist!

Although he wears coarse clothes and cloth, lives in a dilapidated house, and eats coarse grains and light rice, his heart is more breezy and sunny than anyone else!

Even if everyone else has given up!

He's the only one standing here!

Burdened with a heavy history, even if it is his life, he will not hesitate to do it!

If that doesn't count, then there are no artists in the world!

When Ying Xuan came in with something, he followed Shen Mange behind him and brought in some fruit snacks.

When she held the fruit plate and focused her eyes on Old Man Ren's hand, although Ying Xuan told her, she was still a little surprised.

After a few seconds, Shen Mange came back to his senses, gently put the fruit bowl on the coffee table on the side, and softly coaxed the little girl to eat.

Lu Zi'an half-knelt on the ground, held up Old Man Ren's hand, and regardless of his struggle, carefully and slowly, he medicated and bandaged all the wounds one by one.

There are many wounds that the old man has hidden under his palm, and they have even festered.

Ying Xuan cried several times, and his hands were shaking when he handed the gauze.

The old man Ren, who was treated so carefully for the first time, also had his eyes slightly red, and his right hand, which was bandaged like a mummy, groped stiffly, and gently held Lu Zi'an's hand: "Childe...... You are a true master, and it is a great blessing for our people to have someone like you. ”

When he stabilized, he slowly said that he had brought a disc that he had asked someone to shoot, and he had also brought over all the odds and pieces he hadn't done.

It's just that because the bag is too old, he was also worried that Lu Zi'an would not agree, so he put it outside the door and didn't bring it in.

Ying Xuan trotted out to find it, and after a while, he came in with a snakeskin bag that was not too big or small.

It's no wonder that a cardboard box with silver filigree balls is in place, and this cardboard box is simply extremely beautiful packaging in comparison.

The bag was tied very tightly, and as soon as it was opened, a few hard steamed buns rolled out first, and rolled directly to the coffee table.

The little girl was holding a mung bean cake and eating happily, and when she saw the steamed bun fall out, her eyes straightened.

A whimper came out of her throat, and she didn't hesitate to stuff the whole mung bean cake into her mouth, lying on the ground and digging it out desperately.

This is the food she and her grandfather have been giving these days!

Shen Mange looked sad, and gently hugged her into his arms: "Don't rush, eat slowly, my sister still has a lot of steamed buns there, I'll pick them up, don't worry, don't choke......"

The little girl let her hold her in a daze, and tears came down from her eyes.

No one has hugged her like this since her mother left......

Shen Mange thought for a while: "Come, I'll take you to my sister's room to play, I have a lot of dolls there, and a lot of toys......"

And also...... A sewing machine.

Lu Zi'an personally rummaged through all the semi-finished products brought by Old Man Ren and picked out many silver wires of different thicknesses.

The thickest is a few millimeters, and the thinnest is thinner than half a hair.

I really don't know how to make such a fine silver wire, relying on such eyes and hands.

I really don't know how the old man came all the way to find such a heavy bag on his back.

Lu Zi'an carefully looked at the disc several times and arranged the different silver wires separately.

From coarse to fine, one for each process.

Then he fell silent.

The use of wood carving can indeed record the old man's creative process, and even he can make it like the last time he struck the iron flower, and when it turns, it seems to be a dynamic picture.

But......

It's so hard to attract people to learn.

The silver filigree process is not without market, but its process is too complicated, and the style is not fashionable enough, and today's young people do not like this too old pattern.

A combination of factors......

It is really not so easy for silver filigree to find a new way out.

But if it were really that simple, Old Man Ren would not have found him here.

Lu Zi'an closed his eyes and tapped his fingertips lightly on the tabletop.

Be attractive.

There should be gimmicks.

Make people want to learn.

Make people want to buy it.

Pregnant!

He opened his eyes abruptly and quickly walked to the materials room.

Jade.

Pretty jade.

With Ying Xuan, he moved out a piece of jade sent by Master Ma Zheng, which was thick on the left and thin on the right, very long and heavy.

The jade body is magnificent in color, and it is easy to look too gaudy when it is an ordinary item, so although he paid the money, he kept it in the material room and did not touch it.

Lu Zi'an rubbed it happily, and slowly bottomed up in his heart: "Start the live broadcast." ”

It was nearly half past ten.

But Lu Zi'an turned on all the lights.

There are only three or two kittens in the live broadcast room, and they are idle and boring.

Unexpectedly, there was such a big surprise.

[What do you mean?]

[That's it, Childe is still live broadcasting...... Well, suddenly it's balanced. 】

[Violent things, if I had a girlfriend like Manman's father, I would rest every night!]

[Brother, your realm is not enough, brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes, how can it be interesting to drink and brag with brothers when you fall in love!]

[Brothers are like siblings, and women are like clothes.] Chang'an is a month, and thousands of households pound clothes. 】

【…… Dad, you're so talented. 】

Lu Zi'an turned a blind eye to these barrages, lifted the Kunwu knife, and straightened his back: "Today, I will show you a new skill. ”

What's new?

He decided to combine the mechanism, the multi-treasure grid box, and the jade carving to make a thirteen-story beautiful and exquisite tower.