"Wait!"

Shang Ya hurriedly grabbed Qin Huai's little brother who came out of the reins.

When I think of something, I will immediately start to do it, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, whether it is windy or rainy, this is really Qin Huai's little brother's style of acting.

"How?"

Qin Huai turned his head.

"It's eight o'clock, and you haven't eaten dinner yet, how many hours can you finish?"

Shang Ya said funny.

The hungry Qin Huai paused, and didn't go outside.

"That tool needs to be precise, and it does take a lot of time, but I'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

He is not alone now, and for the sake of his body, he can't often stay up late and meditate for more than ten days.

Be restrained.

Only by ensuring that the brain cells are at their peak can it be possible to create more works.

"That's right, do things one by one in an orderly manner, and sit down for dinner first. ”

Shang Ya pressed Qin Huai onto the dining table, filled a bowl full of thick soup with broken meat and bones, and handed it to Qin Huai.

The curling fragrance wafted out from the thick soup that was as white as a baby's skin, which made Qin Huai mouthful.

"The cooking is getting better and better. ”

Qin Huai moved the bowl to Shang Ya's side, next to Shang Ya, took a sip, and was intoxicated.

"I've been going out a lot lately. All the jade objects on public display in the museum have been studied.

Curator Tang must have wanted to pull me into the cultural relics restoration team. But I don't have an idea yet.

So, these days, all you need to do is leisurely planing wood, creating works, practicing your craft, and reading books. ”

Qin Huai drank the soup while planning in an orderly manner.

……

Eaten.

"I'll try to shoot a picture. ”

Shang Ya put Qin Huai's notebook for studying jade on the desk, and then asked Qin Huai to bring other shooting tools—a blower.

Use a blower to create the effect of automatic page turning in a notebook.

In ten minutes, a picture was taken:

Under the clear light, a notebook with a thickness of 300 pages is automatically windless, and you can quickly turn the pages, and you can glimpse the dense sketches and research data, ideas, and experiences in the pages.

The crisp sound of the pages is the collision of knowledge and wisdom.

"How?"

"It was very feeling. ”

Qin Huai nodded in praise, and the quiet and elegant long shot seemed to tell a silent story.

A story about precipitation, about ingenuity.

"Actually, it's a little bit close. ”

Shang Ya turned off the camera machine, her beautiful eyes swept the notebook, frowning and thinking.

"Next time, I will get a roll of bamboo slips and shoot it according to this routine, find an ancient book and shoot it according to this routine, and finally edit the three scenes together as the opening credits. ”

"I've thought about the copywriting narration, and I'll read it to you:

Two thousand years ago, Chinese craftsmen lit oil lamps and carved bamboo slips about their practices.

A thousand years ago, the craftsmen of the Tang Dynasty recorded their theories in practice one by one under the dim oil lamp.

Nowadays, there are also craftsmen who carefully write down all the ...... while studying

Two thousand years are fleeting, processing machinery is changing, aesthetics are changing, what remains unchanged is the ingenuity passed down from generation to generation......"

Shang Ya put her hands on her waist, as if singing a bel canto opera, her eyes fell on the window, the breeze blew her hair, and an infectious opening sentence was read leisurely......

The times are changing, the processing equipment is changing, the aesthetics are also changing, and what remains unchanged is the ingenuity!

"It's going to be exciting at the beginning. ”

Qin Huai couldn't help but praise.

"Hey, I don't look at who planned it~"

Shang Ya straightened her chest and glanced at Qin Huai. A face full of pride.

Seeing this, Qin Huai couldn't help laughing.

"Documentary, take your time...... It's okay down there, I'm going upstairs. ”

Qin Huai closed the door and looked back to see that Shang Ya was already standing on the stairs, looking at him quietly with a faint smile.

It seems that she particularly likes this.

Qin Huai smiled, and then went into the study, practicing.

It's almost twelve o'clock.

Qin Huai simply washed his face with cold water, washed up, rubbed his shoulders and went back to the bedroom, and fell on the bed.

"Bang!"

The bed suddenly fell apart, the bedside table, the foot of the bed and the bed board were separated, and Qin Huai's body fell, but fortunately, the mattress was soft, and there was no problem.

Qin Huai was startled, and even got up with a rolling belt, his face depressed, and he didn't feel sleepy.

What's going on?

How can a good bed fall apart?

Qin Huai squatted down and checked carefully, and there were a few lessons where the screws had collapsed.

Shang Ya quietly stuck in her little head, her pretty face full of doubts: "What's wrong?"

"My bed was somehow missing a few screws, and it collapsed when I just lay down. ”

Qin Huai rubbed his slightly tired face.

"Go back to your room and sleep, I'll see if I can find where the screws are......"

'It's strange if you can find it. ’

Shang Ya snickered slightly, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she watched Qin Huai look for screws all over the ground.

"If you fix it today, you can't fix it, and it's late at night, aren't you sleepy?"

"Then I'll sleep on the couch and find it tomorrow. ”

Qin Huai sighed, picked up the quilt and walked downstairs skillfully.

"Sleep on the couch, sleep on me, as long as you don't mess around. ”

Shang Ya stopped Qin Huai, snatched the quilt from Qin Huai's hand, and threw it on the mattress.

"Okay...... We lived together anyway. ”

Hearing this, Shang Ya pursed her lips: "Cohabitation is cohabitation, don't do anything crooked! Sister is still testing you, if you mess around, my sister's kung fu is not practiced in vain." ”

Shang Yayi warned rhetorically.

"I'm not going to use my brain!"

Qin Huai replied without hesitation, full of righteousness.

Shang Ya: "......"

I'm really just duplicitous to warn you, little brother Qin Huai, don't take it seriously.

And what the hell is that honey pride on your face!

A beautiful woman in front of you, you don't even move your crooked brain, you're very proud, aren't you?

……

"I sleep on your right. ”

Shang Ya let Qin Huai sleep on the left, then turned off the light, went to bed in the dark, and rubbed beside Qin Huai.

"I'm very depressed, why did the screws suddenly burst, and I couldn't even see the shadow of a screw under the bed and on the floor......

Qin Huai pillowed his head with his hands, still depressed.

"Don't think about it, you might find it tomorrow. ”

Shang Ya perfunctorily took this question, untied Qin Huai's curled arm and put it on his pillow, and then continued to rub it into Qin Huai's arms.

"You also sleep half of the pillow, so it's more comfortable. ”

"Hmm. ”

Shang Ya muttered softly.

Qin Huai raised his head and began to pull the pillow, when suddenly his fingers touched the plastic paper bag and sharp hard objects, and he was shocked.

There won't be any potential safety hazards, right? If this hurts Shang Ya, it will be terrible!

Qin Huai hurriedly sat up.

"What's wrong, little brother?"

"It's a bit of a safety hazard......"

Qin Huai turned on the bedside lamp with a serious face, and his eyes fell on the pillow. His expression was stunned - four screws were gleaming in a plastic bag.

Qin Huai picked up the plastic bag and shook it in front of Shang Ya's eyes.

Shang Ya: "......"

The four looked at each other, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

"This ...... This ......"

Shang Ya was speechless.

"So you don't want to go out today, you just want to tear down my bed, don't you? I just want to see how you are round. ”

Qin Huai rubbed the four screws, sat on the edge of the bed with great interest, and calmly looked at Shang Ya, whose face was gradually reddening.