Everyone, at different stages, with the growth of experience, the aesthetic concept will also change. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Judging from the home layout of Jianghua Farm, she advocates a simple and bright style, but Jianghua in junior high school and high school likes complicated carvings and exquisite lines.

Therefore, the furniture in her boudoir completely inherits the craftsmanship of her master, typical of the style of ancient furniture in the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

Whether it's a screen or a wardrobe, you can see vivid carved patterns everywhere.

Peonies, plum blossoms, lilies, magnolias, lotuses......

However, a closer look reveals that some of these carvings are a little immature, while others are very vivid and realistic.

Jiang Hua opened the wardrobe engraved with the relief of the peony picture, and sorted out the clothes of his luggage one by one and put them into it.

"I think these two are both blooming plum blossoms, but I don't feel like they were carved by one person. Lin Zeng pointed to a plum blossom wood carving in the hollow place in the small corridor outside the Qiangong bed, as well as a plum blossom carving at the foot of the bed, and asked Jiang Hua.

Jiang Hua closed the wooden door of the wardrobe and said: "The cold plum at the foot of the bed is my craft in the first grade of junior high school, and the plum blossom carving on the small partition window is my craft in the third year of junior high school. ”

"Then this bed is almost a witness to your learning and development. Lin Zeng's fingertips touched the carved pillar frame of the Qiangong bed, and there were lilies on top of each other, decorating the pillar frame.

Jiang Hua tidied up his clothes, nodded with some nostalgia, and said: "At that time, it was almost a day and night practice, and I was fortunate enough to learn this almost lost precious craft from the master. However, it was very funny at that time, as soon as I went to Master's house to eat the teacher's wine he set for me, and when I returned home, I received a call from the head teacher of the school to my father, and I failed all the high school entrance examinations. ”

When she talked about her study of black history, her expression was relaxed, her tone was sarcastic, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

In Lin Zeng's brief contact with Jiang Hua's parents, he believed that Jiang Hua's ability to be so casual and get rid of the development path of a good child in the traditional sense was closely related to Jiang Yi and Su Ming's open-mindedness in addition to her own stubborn and firm preferences.

"Alright!" Jiang Hua closed the door of the closet, walked to the dresser, looked in the mirror, and put a little red lipstick on his lips.

Even with the core of Superwoman, she is still a girl who loves beauty.

However, she doesn't have much time to create exquisite makeup for herself, but every time she goes out, she finds a favorite color to make her lips bright, and her original fair complexion is also pretty.

Lin Zeng smiled in his eyes, and looked at Jiang Hua interestingly in this antique boudoir, rare soft and elegant, as if he was two completely different people from the girl who was wearing a homespun cloth cloth to harvest honey in the countryside, but there was no disobedience.

Jiang Hua made up his lips, and then said excitedly: "It's almost two o'clock in the afternoon, let's hurry to the 'martial arts field' in the town to watch them smash rice dumplings." Let's go down and call Isaac and Redboy!"

Jiang Hua mentioned many times before that he wanted to go to see the rice dumplings, which made Lin Zeng very curious.

When Jiang Hua and Lin Zeng walked down from the second floor, they saw Isaac and Hongzai holding their cameras, taking pictures of the finely carved wood carvings of Wuzi Dengke on the eaves of this old mansion.

"Xiao Sa, Red Boy, let's go!" Jiang Hua greeted the two, "Sister Painting will take you to see interesting things." ”

"Yay!" Red Boy and Isaac raised their hands in cheer, and the white-haired young man who was squatting on Red Boy's shoulders also followed them, raising his arms above his head, and screaming "Whoa" in a mess.

When they went out, the heavy gate had long been closed, and they went out through the small hole in the gate.

The antique alleys are very quiet in the somewhat gloomy weather in winter.

Even when they passed by the doors of other residents of the town, they only saw that the gates were closed.

The bluestone pavement has become round and smooth after a long time of stepping and grinding, and walking on the slightly uneven pavement has an interesting feeling that I haven't experienced for a long time.

In particular, Isaac, who came here from the metropolis of country A, was simply too new and special for him.

He constantly photographs the scenery of the ancient town of Jiangfeng Town, uploads photos from time to time, and posts them on his BOOK platform.

The simple style of blue brick houses, the ancient wood carvings of the ages, and the neat and beautiful bluestone pavement......

These unusual small town scenery made his followers exclaim praise.

You know, the current little Isaac is not a basketball handsome guy who is only well-known in the school and the surrounding area.

Nowadays, Isaac, who can auction lotus bowls and lotus leaf plates for sky-high prices every time, is also a sought-after Internet celebrity on the BOOK platform.

Especially those celebrities and rich people who have bought his purchasing dishes are also paying attention to his BOOK platform push, and sometimes forwarding it.

"Is it the Lunar New Year in China? I heard that it is very interesting, and a one-step documentary in Britain tells the story of the Chinese New Year, which is very interesting. ”

"Brother Xiaowan, which ancient city in China is this, ask for the address?"

Well, Brother Little Bowl is Isaac's nickname for him on the BOOK platform.

Who told him to sell dishes every day?

Jiang Hua led them through a long ancient alley, then around an ancient well platform, walked for about ten minutes, and finally saw a lively crowd.

Probably almost all the people in the village are concentrated here, so the rest of the place is very deserted, and this somewhat peculiar open space is lively, a group of uncles and aunts gnaw melon seeds in their hands, the old man wears a warm hat and makes a small horse to sit on the edge of the field to judge, and the noisy dolls are excitedly scurrying around in the crowd.

"Let's go!" Jiang Hua pulled the red boy and squeezed it directly.

Everywhere she went, there was an exclamation.

"Ahh A young man with glasses was squeezed aside by Jiang Hua, not only did he not get angry, but he went to ventilate and report the news in shock.

"What! Draw a girl is back! Hurry up, I thought she didn't come back like last year! Hurry up and go home and take out the ancestral red stick and give it to Brother Bian, otherwise I will definitely not be able to pass the level of painting girls. ”

"Sister Xiaohua is back? ”

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy clapped his hands happily and shouted, but he was suddenly slapped on the head and scolded: "Just remember to eat! It's over, it's over, it's over, this year I've been busy with business for a whole year, socializing, and my body is bulky, and I'm going to be laughed to death by Jiang Hua!"

The young man looked up at his brother's big belly, without any sympathy, and said loudly without giving face: "You baked cake brother, even if you are allowed to practice for a year, your rice dumplings are also the bottom goods, and our own family will not eat them!"

"You're looking for a draw!"

After Jiang Hua frightened a bunch of people, he easily led Lin Zeng and the three of them to the edge of the clearing.

Lin Zeng saw that Jiang Hua said that the martial arts arena was about the size of two basketball courts, and more than 20 young people in single clothes, holding long sticks, stood on the martial arts arena.

Not all of the young people mentioned here are men, and a third of them are heroic girls.

Could this be what Jiang Hua said about beating rice dumplings?