Following.

Qin Huai appeared in the column of the official newspaper.

The title is eye-catching.

This is a major matter in cultural and artistic strategy, and it cannot be perfunctory.

At the same time, many news websites also hang the latest announcements of the Ministry of Culture on the front page.

Because Qin Huai almost sees the head but not the tail, and there is very little material, the information pictures posted later are all high-definition handsome photos taken from the documentary.

When these pictures were released, they immediately amazed a group of netizens.

That kind of stunning is not superficial, because of Qin Huai's appearance.

Instead, the pupils were lit up by the connotation of 'poetry and books in the belly' between Qin Huai's eyebrows and eyes.

With the contours of his tough facial features and his burning eyes, the first impression was that the young man was shining.

In Xin Qiji's words: like a child of the Xie family, well-dressed, like a courtier, and graceful on a car.

As a result, the comments under the news gradually increased.

There was curiosity to ask who it was and why it had not been heard of before.

After all, Qin Huai has always been low-key, he doesn't care about this business, and he hardly hears the slightest rumor.

Since there is a budding newcomer, there will be a popular science jun, and many popular science have carried Qin Huai's works over.

After reading these popular sciences, many netizens began to take note of this young man with a bright temperament.

Qin Huai's popularity among the general public is slowly increasing......

But Qin Huai himself didn't pay attention to these trivial matters, and he didn't have any plans to take advantage of the heat to hype up a wave - he didn't have that idle time at all.

If he wants to be famous, he can be hyped up and become a household name as early as when the nuclear boat appears.

But Qin Huai's purpose has never been to be famous.

He only has art in mind.

As Ji Xianlin said: I have nothing else to ask for in my life, I just want to learn a few more skills and deal with artists all over the country.

- Serious face.

Now, the Taiji diagram jade carving has been blown up, and the slander and slander are self-defeating, Qin Huai just passively showed his face once, and quickly started the retreat journey.

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Inside the study.

Qin Huai stood in front of the Duobao Pavilion for two full hours.

During this time, he took off the pieces of wood, held them up with his hands, and put them in front of his eyes to observe them carefully, as if he were communicating with them.

"Wood, Mao also.

Born out of the ground.

A trip to the East, from the grass, down like its roots.

Wood, the five elements, wood is the touch of words.

Yang pneumatic leap, touching the ground also. ”

Qin Huai's eyes fell on the wood in his hand, and he whispered a few words from the "Shuowen", which was as pious as an ancient sacrificial ritual.

Qin Huai is changing his creative thinking.

Because the quality of wood and jade is completely different, jade is warm and cold.

And wood has life, it has temperature, it rots, it can be burned.

It is an inpermanent material, and the longest preserved wood carving work so far is the Warring States Town Tomb Beast hidden underground for 2,000 years, but the national treasure was oxidized in half as soon as it was taken out, which is the preciousness of the Town Tomb Beast.

I remember Sanmao once said that the beauty of time lies in the fact that it will inevitably pass.

The same goes for wood.

Qin Huai had to gradually adapt to this inevitable passage of beauty, so that he could create wood carvings leisurely.

Therefore, Qin Huai observed very seriously, and seemed to have integrated his soul into the wood, and he didn't like the spring breeze with the wood, the summer cicadas were not annoying, the autumn wind was not sad, and the winter snow was not sighed......

Qin Huai felt that there were many lives on the skin, gnawing, reproducing, molting, dying, and decomposing......

Slowly, Qin Huai gradually entered the state, and the familiar painting style was online.

There seemed to be a fresh breeze blowing in the study, and the pages were turned with a rattling sound.

Qin Huai woke up from his state of thinking, took off all the cypresses, and stuffed them into a wooden cabinet.

"I don't want to see this wood for a while. ”

He muttered, because Yabai's annual rings were so close that Qin Huai couldn't use his unbridled imagination except for Fuxi Nuwa.

However, a gloomy piece of golden silk nan with a rather large physique in the corner of the wall made Qin Huai's heart move and he looked at it twice.

"Hmm. This piece of wood ......"

Qin Huai picked up the heavy wood hard, slowly put it on the carving table, and looked at it with interest.

The gloomy wood of Jinsi Nan, also known as ebony, is mostly from Shuchuan.

Thousands of years ago, earthquakes, floods, and mudslides in the Shuchuan region would bury all the plants and organisms on the ground in low-lying places such as ancient riverbeds.

Some trees buried in the silt will form 'carbonized wood' after thousands or even tens of thousands of years of carbonization under the combined action of microorganisms such as hypoxia, high pressure, and bacteria.

That is, ebony, and among the countless ebony, the most precious is the golden silk nan gloomy wood.

Generally, good golden silk nan gloomy wood will be used to make tea tables, tabletops.

But the golden silk nan that Qin Huai bought was gloomy wood, strangely shaped, twisted and twisted, and its appearance was full of vicissitudes, full of dross, with both wormholes and tumor scars.

This kind of material is difficult to make a big tool, so the general wood carver is too lazy to look at it.

However, Qin Huai has always liked to challenge the impossible and enjoy the pleasure of turning decay into magic, so he bought this piece of wood easily.

Qin Huai's eyes were clear, and his slender fingers rubbed over the skin of the wood.

The wood of the gloomy wood of Jin Si Nan is extremely beautiful, and every inch of the texture contains the essence of the years and writes the profound imprint of time.

Those traces are like a thousand-year-old scripture, finely copied on every vein and ring.

Only with heart can you taste it.

Qin Huai saw that behind every scar, there was an extraordinary and bumpy memory.

In each wormhole, there are traces of the birth, reproduction, and death of countless small creatures......

Touching the rough skin of the wood is like touching a mysterious wordless book.

Qin Huai kept squeezing his brainpower, and a sub-design drawing was formed in his mind, but dozens of ideas slowly floated by, but none of them could satisfy Qin Huai.

Qin Huai grabbed his hair and exhaled a few deep breaths of turbidity.

In fact, the idea of a work is so schizophrenic.

A sculpture with the highest level of creativity may have to be selected from hundreds of painstaking ideas!

Even so hard that the carver was exhausted.

However, it is precisely because of this that the skills and cultivation of the carving craftsman can be accumulated and sublimated in the thinking and carving over and over again, and finally tend to be perfected......

After running at high speed for a while, Qin Huai was so sleepy that he lay on the table and fell asleep slowly.

The fragrance of wood penetrated from the tip of his nose into his lungs, pulling Qin Huai into a world of misty dreams.

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After a while, Shang Ya quietly pushed them away and opened her mouth in surprise.

It was the first time she had seen Qin Huai sleeping in the study.

Quietly walking to the desk, Shang Ya saw Qin Huai's quiet side face when he was sleeping.

'Lick it, just lick it. ’

Shang Ya couldn't help but lean over.

"Huh?"

Qin Huai heard a sound, his eyes trembled, he raised his head in a daze, and his gaze fell on Shang Ya's face first.

Shang Ya, who was only a stone's throw away from Qin Huai, quickly straightened up and pretended to look at the ceiling as if nothing happened.

"I was dreaming. I dreamed of a strange story. This story is so familiar, it seems to be an article I read before, wait for me to find it......"

Qin Huai didn't think about Shang Ya, he remembered the content of the dream just now, and walked straight to the bookshelf.

Shang Ya: "......"

The rival force is deep-rooted, and she can't dig into the corner.