"I can't draw it, I can only draw small animals, and the most complicated thing is a dragon. ”

The stall owner shook his head.

"I want a portrait of me and him, connected with the word Xi. ”

The stall owner was getting impatient.

"Let's go, don't buy it and let it go to the side, there are still a lot of people waiting!"

Shang Ya wanted to speak and stopped, and let go of the deflated, the sugar painting without the word Xi was not delicious.

Qin Huai gently touched Shang Ya's head, on the banks of the Qinhuai River, there has been a strong commercial atmosphere since ancient times, and it is impossible for the stall owner to spend a lot of time painting a work.

"Let's go. This is not a stall from childhood. I don't have the patience to do sugar painting. ”

"yes. Once upon a time, there was an old man who saw me crying by the river, and beckoned me to draw a candy painting for me, and the sugar painting was what I looked like. He also said that I am beautiful and will meet a good husband in the future, and he also said that I am a prosperous husband, and he is right!"

Seeing that Shang Ya was very excited, Qin Huai listened with a smile.

More than ten years ago, the old things here were indeed a little more human than they are now.

But now things are not people.

The bustling and impetuous tourists do not allow human touch, they are in a hurry to take pictures, they are anxious to feel the noise of another place, and their restless hearts cannot be quiet for even a moment, let alone wait for ten minutes of painting.

Tourists are gods, and stall owners naturally do not cut off their own money, so they choose to keep pace with the times and only sell stick figures of fixed machinery.

Time is money, who would have trouble with Brother Kong Fang?

"But I really want that kind of sugar painting. ”

Shang Ya's eyes were a little sad.

"Go home and make it for you, and draw whatever style you want. ”

Qin Huai said calmly, isn't it just a sugar painting.

Learn!

"Will you do it?"

Shang Ya was a little suspicious, but looked at Qin Huai expectantly.

"Once I was born, I was familiar twice, and my art skills were not bad. ”

Qin Huai didn't say anything, he definitely couldn't paint for decades, but it shouldn't be ugly.

Well, not ugly.

Moreover, the sugar used to paint the sugar is specially made, and it will have a unique sweetness, which Qin Huai can't do......

But in order for Shang Ya to be happy, try it.

"Good. ”

Shang Ya smiled, her mood turned yin to yang, hugged Qin Huai's arm with her backhand, and continued to visit the banks of the Qinhuai River.

For more than an hour, I walked through all the scenic spots on the banks of the Qinhuai River, and I felt a little sad.

Over here......

After all, it is not the Qinhuai River in history, nor is it the Qinhuai River when I was a child.

The Confucius Temple is devoid of devout scribes.

The old swallows of Wuyi Lane were scared away by the hustle and bustle of tourists.

The cramped tribute courtyard is also dilapidated and stinky.

In the old Qinglou, Qin Huai Bayan, who had both cultural literacy and political insight, turned around and disappeared into the long river of history......

But the only thing that hasn't changed is that the heroes on the banks of the Qinhuai River and even Jinling City are short of breath and have long children.

The smell of fat powder is quite heavy, and for the people of Jinling, they are sad and proud.

Can't put it into words.

Accompanied Shang Ya to see all the prosperous lanterns of the Shangyuan Festival, and the two came to a square.

There are dragon dancing lanterns in the square, and there is also a paper-tied Tang Dynasty palace in the middle, which is dotted with lights, a piece of golden, and the children run around happily, singing and dancing.

"Sir, do you want to buy a lantern for your girlfriend?

On the side of the square, a middle-aged woman called out to Qin Huai and Shang Ya.

Shang Ya turned her head to look at the sound, and there was a small stall under a tall soaphorn tree.

There are lanterns hanging on the branches of the soaphorn tree, palace lamp, flower basket lamp, kuitou lamp, lychee lamp, flower basket small round lamp, bowl lamp, vase lamp, lotus seed lamp, hydrangea lamp...... A feast for the eyes.

The hollowed-out lamp opens the window like a classical building.

There are lively animals, playful children, plants and flowers in the dark window.

Shang Ya approached the soaphorn tree, raised her little head, and swept her beautiful eyes one by one.

"It's beautiful. ”

It's as beautiful as the abode of an elf.

The lanterns are like small fluorescent buildings.

The light is reflected from the inside of the lantern, and the pattern of the lantern is graceful.

Underneath the lamp hangs dazzling tassels and beads.

Colorful, as charming as the night view of the Qinhuai River.

Seeing Qin Huai and Shang Ya stop to watch, the girl next to her hurriedly introduced:

"This is the fairy... The boneless lantern is also the third batch of national intangible cultural heritage. There is no bamboo strip as a skeleton inside, and it is all supported by paper. Moreover, these hollow patterns are pierced by small embroidery needles one by one. ”

"Little brother, have you ever heard of the boneless lantern?"

Shang Ya turned around and asked Qin Huai, why hadn't she heard of it?

Meicheng is like this, it shouldn't be nameless!

"Well, the boneless lantern, also known as the 'Tang lantern', is a particularly beautiful category of traditional skills. Describe it to the little girl very expertly. ”

Listening to Qin Huai's narration, Shang Ya was stunned.

It's a pity, it's a pity, its beauty and fame are seriously incompatible!

Serious discrepancy!

"Shall we buy one, then?"

"Buy it if you like. ”

……

"The two of them really look like husband and wife, a total of 120 yuan. Why don't you try your hand at making boneless lanterns? We don't just want to sell lanterns, we want to promote this traditional skill. Feel it. ”

After receiving the payment, the girl hung the boneless lantern on the small bamboo pole, handed it to Shang Ya, and continued to say with an expectant expression.

"I'll try, won't it be hard?"

Shang Ya was very curious, nodded in agreement, and was then led to the side of the stall.

Two little girls are accompanied by their parents, holding tools in their hands.

It was a small piece of birch with an embroidery needle stuck at one end.

"Kokokoko"

The embroidery needle pierced the cardboard shell, and there was a sound, which made the corners of the little girls' mouths full of joy.

Children, fun is more important than creation.

Seeing Qin Huai and Shang Ya coming over, the two families gave up a little place.

"Stay safe. You can't use the tip of a needle to point at someone. ”

Shang Ya nodded, took the tool, found a cardboard shell with a cute little tiger drawn, and then followed the pattern with a very serious expression, piercing the holes.

However.

No matter how serious her expression was, Shang Ya was very bad.

According to the requirements, the needle distance can only be one millimeter, but she can't calculate the hole spacing, and the scene on the cardboard shell can't bear to look at it directly.

The girl next to her couldn't help but laugh and covered her mouth and smiled.

"I'm so tired, little brother. ”

Shang Ya blushed, thinking that she would be okay with her, but she slapped her face mercilessly.

"It's very good, it's beautiful. ”

Qin Huai comforted with a clear conscience.

Seeing this, the girl on the side smiled and said nothing, this handsome guy is really spoiled by his girlfriend.

"Give it to you, I know how many pounds and taels I have. ”

Shang Ya glanced at Qin Huai and stuffed the tool into Qin Huai's palm.

……

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There are ten complex processes such as drawing, pasting, ironing, cutting, binding, chiseling, copying, embroidery, vertical lamp, decoration, etc.

And piercing the hole with an embroidery needle is the most important step.

This step is all done on the needle pitch.

The stitch spacing must be neat and precise as the machine, in order to create the beauty and aura of the streamer and shadow.

Otherwise, the light transmission of the hole will be uneven, and the appreciation and artistry will be greatly reduced!

However, this is really not a problem for Qin Huai.

It's almost the same as carving, after all, when Qin Huai carves, the gap between the lines can easily reach 0.2mm.

When it comes to control, Qin Huai is first-class, and no one can match it.