Dongying has always been good at covering up.

Although Qin Huai's arguments and arguments were clear and clear-eyed, Dongying and those people turned a deaf ear and deliberately acted as if there was no such thing.

Like an ostrich that buries its head in the sand.

Dongying is passionate about doing this kind of thing.

Once.

There is a documentary in the West about the cruel hunting of dolphins and whales by the Dongying people.

It can be broadcast all over the world, but Dongying explicitly prohibits it.

Not only did they not admit their mistakes, but they shamelessly said that the documentary was fabricated and slandered.

He also called on the people to boycott it.

Of course.

Qin Huai was not worried.

The weight of an artist with world-class influence is not something that a small country like Dongying can shake.

It's like Picasso's Guernica.

Through this painting, Picasso made people all over the world remember the sins that Germany put down in the small town of Guernica.

It has been written into textbooks by countries all over the world, and it will be remembered by the whole world for 100, 200, 300 years!

Works in.

The artist's words are there.

The influence of the words is there.

The sin was there.

Qin Huai's "Face Me" can also satirize Dongying for a hundred, two hundred, and three hundred years!

Works in.

Dongying's ugly face of beautifying history will be remembered by people all over the world.

It's the power of art!

With Qin Huai's current influence, he can make these works tour the world.

No matter how much Dongying media fabricates, is it useful?

Dongying just cares about its one-third of an acre.

Even its one-third of an acre of land can't be controlled.

After all, Qin Huai's works were swaggering and showing off their power in Dongying for a month, and then ...... Was escorted back in perfect condition.

Come to think of it.

The corners of Qin Huai's lips raised slightly.

I'm sorry.

There is strength.

It's just that you can do whatever you want.

……

……

Evening.

The company is off work.

Qin Huai and Shang Ya returned home

The two cute babies walked in the middle, and Shang Ya and Qin Huai held a small hand. The figure of a family of four was crossed by the sunset on a layer of crystal clear gold edges, and the little guy was bouncing around, chasing the shadow stretched by the sunset.

"Spend two hours in the evening to finish the final process of the Boshan furnace, and then tonight we burn incense and drink tea. Boshan furnace ...... Tsk......"

Qin Huai thought of the unfinished Wrong Gold and Copper Boshan Furnace, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Walk briskly home.

Move the Boshan furnace to the living room, polish the details of the Boshan furnace, and take care of the two cute babies at the same time.

……

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, fragrant wine and tea, have always been the things of the ancestors.

One of them alone is enough for the ancestors to be obsessed with for a lifetime.

The utensils related to these eight arts, from ancient times to the present, have made the viewers breathtaking, haunted by dreams.

Boshan furnace is a utensil for burning incense.

Incense.

It's no stranger to us.

Li Bai's famous sentence: The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, which describes the scene of burning incense.

In the same way, reading at night with red sleeves and incense is also well-known to us, and there is a wonderful artistic conception about incense.

Qin Huai when grinding.

Just when the mist rises in Lenovo.

It resembles an undulating mountain with strange rocks.

There are golden cloud patterns hidden in the mountains, there are also mythical beasts infested, tigers and leopards are running, and even hunters lurking in the dark, golden outlines, hidden in the mountains, as if the next moment, will run wildly, so that a quiet mountain becomes a hustle and bustle.

A few small trees dotted it, faintly shaking, like a fresh breeze.

Qin Huai patiently used fine sandpaper to wipe the surface of the Boshan furnace with light.

One inch.

One inch ......

Ingenuity is actually not as great as others tout, in fact, ingenuity is very simple, just take your subordinates seriously.

One inch.

One inch.

The light began to shine brightly.

For a moment, a Boshan furnace was like a sword out of its sheath.

There was a flash of 'sword light'!

Now.

Qin Huai's heart moved, and his whole body was relaxed.

It was as if all the dust and glitz had been purified by this cold light, and everything was as soft as a feather in the light.

There is an out-of-body thrill.

Qin Huai held up the wrong gold and copper Boshan furnace.

'Sword Light'.

Brilliant and bright!

It reminds people of the fierce and magnificent poems such as the cold light iron coat.

"Whew. ”

Qin Huai let out a long breath, this feeling of throbbing after the completion of a work is really beautiful!

It's so addictive that you can't extricate yourself!

It's fun to play art!

The corners of Qin Huai's lips raised slightly.

Get up and go get the spices.

The two cute babies hugged his calves and lay on the ground and didn't want to get up.

Qin Huai squatted down and threw the two cute babies into the sofa.

The two cute babies ran down again and followed behind Qin Huai.

Babbling dad in a little milk voice, hoping to see what dad is doing.

Qin Huai opened the sandalwood box and took out a small box of spices.

This is the last time Mr. Lin and Mr. Jiang got married, Mr. Lin bled and gave away the collection - old materials from sinking water.

Shang Ya had already eaten a pound and a half during her pregnancy.

Now there are only four hundred grams left.

Used to burn incense......

I was a little reluctant.

It's still a good deal to eat it in your stomach!

Thereupon.

Qin Huai put down this old incense.

Picked up another piece of agarwood of slightly inferior quality and returned to the living room with the two cute babies.

Had dinner.

Qin Huai washed up.

Shang Ya had already laid out the mat and was cooking tea soup.

Just wait for Qin Huai to burn incense.

"Life is so beautiful. ”

Qin Huai smelled the sunny smell on his shirt and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Like a year of flowing water, such as beautiful flowers, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, flower tea, fresh breeze and bright moon, deposit of 300 million, is there anything better than this?

Shang Ya rolled her eyes and felt funny: "Hmph, life is good after taking a bath?"

"Of course. Qian Zhongshu once said:

Take a bath,

Look at a flower,

Eat a meal.

If you feel happy, it's not all because you have a clean bath, flowers bloom well, or the food is to your taste.

Mainly because there is no obstacle in your heart, a relaxed soul can focus on the physical feelings, to appreciate them, to judge. ”

Shang Ya: "......"

This sudden commotion.

Sure enough, it was Qin Huai's little brother's formula.

I admire Qin Huai's little brother for such serious nonsense.

"Qian Zhongshu makes sense. ”

Qin Huai disagreed, and sat down with a serious face.

Start crushing the agarwood.

The two cute babies looked at each other.

Qin Huai dipped his fingers in a little sesame oil and fed them to the mouths of the two cute babies.

The smell of nectar spreads on the little tongue.

The two cute babies shrunk their necks, so sweet that their expressions melted, and they couldn't enjoy it.

Although the sesame oil in the small mouth has been swallowed, it still keeps smacking its mouth, obviously aftertaste.

"Look at these two little things, it's really good. ”

Shang Ya also came over to dip some sesame oil and eat.

The three little gluttons got together.

Qin Huai looked doting and shook his head with a smile.

Put the spices into the wrong gold copper Boshan furnace.

Presently.

A wisp of green smoke rises.

Immediately after, wisps of green smoke rose from the immortal mountain.

Blend with the moire on the stone wall of the incense burner.

Here.

The flowing moire works wonders.

The misaligned gold process catches the eye of the rising and swirling clouds.

Give the whole mountain a sense of mystery.

The fragrance of agarwood entangles the mountain scenery, creating a fairyland surrounded by clouds and mist, both real and illusory.

It's like a real seamount Penglai Island.

I have to say.

This bronze master of the Han Dynasty is simply a genius!

Qin Huai was fascinated.

I even wanted to have a long talk with him and spend the night discussing the casting of the bronze incense burner!

……

Aroma.

Spread around.

Shang Ya and Qin Huai's eyes fell on the Boshan furnace, and their thoughts suddenly calmed down.

The two cute babies also tilted their heads sideways, lying on the table, staring at the Boshan furnace that was wafting out a fragrant fragrance, their black eyes were bright, and their small expressions were more enjoyable than Shang Ya and Qin Huai.

"I also remembered what you said: lying down, meditating, tasting wine, tasting tea, reading books, posting, painting, chanting, singing, drumming, incense, flowers, waiting for the moon, listening to the rain, looking at the clouds, looking at the stars, bowing to the moon, appreciating the snow, watching birds, watching fish, gargling springs, wetting feet, leaning on bamboo, fusong, overlooking, overlooking, rowing, traveling in the mountains, playing in the water, visiting the ancients, seeking seclusion, cooling off, escaping the heat, forgetting sorrows, comforting relatives, practicing karma, doing good, giving alms, ......"

Shang Ya blurted out.

This is the elegance of the Orient, which is fascinating.

Qin Huai smiled.

"I'll teach you a new version, otherwise it will always be old-fashioned to use a paragraph.

Listen up:

The fragrance is secluded, and the wine is far away.

The tea is refreshing, and the piano is lonely.

Chess is leisurely, and swords are heroic.

The rod is light, and the rod is elegant.

The moon is clear, and the bamboo is cold.

Flowers make people rhyme, and stones make people beautiful.

The snow is clear, and the monks are light.

The futon is wild, the beauty is pitiful, the landscape is strange, the history of books is erudite, and the gold and stone Dingyi are ancient. ”

I could hear Qin Huai's little brother recite an ancient text gently.

Shang Ya could only show an embarrassed smile that she didn't learn or know.

What can she do, she's desperate!

Qin Huai's little brother knows too much, and as soon as he opens his mouth, he knows that he is the kind of guy who is well-read.

And she.

can only be a small salted fish that can shout 666......