"The high-level strategy of wanting to get away with it is that when others take the initiative to find you, you pretend that you don't care, delay it for a while before contacting, and you must give the other party a very indifferent look." Luo Yi chewed Yang Yi's words repeatedly and realized some of the 'subtleties' in them. Although he was also excited and couldn't sleep, he also forcibly suppressed the idea of contacting Huang Ying immediately, and kept tossing and turning in bed until nine o'clock the next morning, and finally picked up his mobile phone.

At this time, his mobile phone had already received three text messages from Huang Ying. "What are you doing?" "Are you ignoring me?" "I know it's all my fault before, but I'm also forced to do it, if you really don't want to pay attention to me anymore, at least reply to my message, right?" The time of the last text message was more than six o'clock in the morning, in other words, Huang Ying couldn't sleep at night.

"The commander is really an expert in this area! No wonder you can soak so many beautiful women! "I didn't sleep all night, but Luo Yi's spirit was very good. You must know that last night to the early hours of this morning should be a wonderful time for Huang Yingdong's room to spend candle nights, but she is texting herself intermittently, obviously the man is completely drunk, and she has been thinking about herself.

"I'm sorry, I was too late yesterday to get up and see your text message." Luo Yi had fully understood the truth of long-term fishing, and replied with an unnutritious text message in a hurry. Then he began to wash his face and rinse his mouth, and was even thinking about whether he should open a bottle of wine to celebrate.

After slowly finishing his own affairs, Luo Yi picked up his phone again, and sure enough, he saw a text message from the other party again, "Did you just get up?" They didn't sleep all night last night! ”

In the past, Luo Yi would definitely be subdued by this crisp sentence, but now that he is no longer Wuxia Ameng, he will definitely not fall twice in the same pit. So after seeing this sentence, he just sneered and immediately replied to the text message, "Then you rest early, I'm going to a meeting now, and then I'll get in touch." ”

The last three words are very exquisite, neither do they say whether they still have a good impression of Huang Ying, nor do they reject the ambiguity in the other party's text messages, but it means that we can still contact again, but it will take time.

Sure enough, Huang Ying sent a message, "Then you pay attention, I'll go rest first." The words were full of concern, which also meant that Luo Yi's purpose was half successful.

"You'll regret what you did!" Luo Yi stared at the phone screen and muttered to himself, then raised his head and took a deep breath, then changed his clothes and went out.

……

At the same time, Commander Yang, who was originally sleeping lazily, was pulled up by Qi Fei and Mingyue and asked to go shopping together.

Thinking that he really lacked care and love for Qi Fei and Mingyue, Commander Yang had no choice but to agree. The three of them did not need any transportation, so they went out into the street on foot.

Poseidon Villa is located on the coast, and although it is far less lively than the city itself, it actually has a lot more things that are rarely found in modern cities.

On a straight and wide coastal road, there are many passers-by, most of them come to the beach to breathe fresh air, stay in the city for too long, breathe the air full of exhaust and dust every day, the whole physical condition is gradually deteriorating, the probability of disease is much higher than that of people living in the mountains or the sea.

Since there are passers-by, there will naturally be people who do business. On this wide pedestrian coastal road, in addition to a variety of snacks such as rice noodles, cold noodles, fried potatoes, stinky tofu, mixed three silks, tofu brain, etc., there are many folk artists peddling their crafts, and the older one is sugar painting.

Qi Fei had seen it a few times, and he didn't think it was so unusual. But Mingyue, who is basically out of touch with the outside world, has only eaten it once when she was a child, and she still remembers that taste vividly. Seeing that there were many people watching in front of the sugar painting stall, he hurriedly pulled Qi Fei over.

This is a simple stretcher stall, in the middle is a snow-white and smooth marble, next to the marble is inserted a straw tied pillar, on which are inserted some completed sugar paintings, among which there are birds that seem to be cleverly learning their tongues, there are flowers that seem to be swaying in the wind, there are turtles that live for thousands of years, and there are dragons that swim for nine days, teeth and claws, all of which are vivid and very realistic.

On the left and right sides of the marble, there is an empty wooden lattice, on which are drawn with a red pen many lattices of different sizes, each corresponding to an animal or a flower. In the middle is a rotator made of bamboo chips, interested people only need to pay one to three yuan, you can try your luck, turn to the dragon or phoenix or the like, it is good, there are also birds and flowers and other comfort products can be taken if you can't turn, there is no half-false.

An old man over sixty years old sitting at the back of the stall was just scooping up a spoonful of sugar juice in his hand at the moment, and he used the steel spoon as a pen and the sugar juice as ink with quick and skillful movements, and in the blink of an eye, he completed a crane with wings on the snow-white and smooth marble. Despite his age, his expression and eyes are still very focused, and his hands are very steady, and he will never make any mistakes.

After the candy painting was completed, the onlookers applauded, among which two children led by adults handed over a few yuan of change, stretched out their hands and pulled it on the bamboo piece, the bamboo piece slowly turned, and finally stopped on a crab, the child said with a bitter face: "This is the third time, why can't I always turn the dragon?" ”

The people around him laughed kindly, but the old man refused the three yuan handed over by the child's father again, smiled and took off the dragon that had been made a long time ago and put it in the child's hand, his eyes were full of love and said: "Eat less, beware of broken teeth!" ”

When the child finally got the dragon, he immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, old man!" I'll eat a little less! ”

The people around laughed again, and several of them also gave a few yuan to try their luck, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

Yang Yi looked at the eager expressions on Qi Fei and Mingyue's faces, and smiled: "There are many theories about the origin of sugar painting, but the most common theory is that it originated in Sichuan. Its raw materials are very simple, just use brown sugar and white sugar, plus some maltose, boil it over a warm fire, and when it can be drawn, it can be used. The tools it requires are also simple, requiring only a spoonful and a shovel. When painting the modeling, the artist scoops up the sugar juice with a spoon, draws various shapes on the marble, and then uses a small spatula to scoop up the sugar painting and glue it with a bamboo stick. ”

"Master, you know so much!" Mingyue said sincerely: "Then why have I been in Yinan for so long, and I only saw this old man doing sugar painting?" ”

Yang Yi shook his head and sighed: "There are ups and downs in the industry, this kind of traditional crafts from the folk have gradually been unable to keep up with the pace in the current fast-paced era, coupled with the fact that young people are eager for quick success and quick profit, they can't hope to find jobs and methods to make money quickly, who is willing to spend a lot of time to learn sugar painting?" Although the older generation of folk artists have the intention to pass on sugar paintings, they are helpless that the times are different now, and there are fewer and fewer people who are really interested in sugar paintings. ”

Qi Fei and Mingyue seemed to hear a little helplessness in Yang Yi's words, and they both couldn't help but look at the sugar painting stall, just in time to see the old man of sugar painting put down the spoon, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and with the feeling of loneliness on his wrinkled face, it made people feel a little congested at first sight.

"There are two kinds of sugar paintings, one is the most common flat sugar painting, and the other is a lot more difficult." Yang Yi took out a Tianxiu, lit it and said: "The themes of sugar paintings are also divided into novels, opera characters, auspicious flowers and fruits, birds and animals, and words. Among them, the figures of people and animals are the most interesting, if it is a side image, it is a line shape, and if it is a front, its head is stacked in a relief shape with sugar juice. But no matter what kind of content and styling, it's the work on your hands that counts. Some of the three-dimensional sugar paintings made by folk artists with outstanding skills are even more beautiful like real things, which makes people can't bear to eat them at all. ”

Listening to what Yang Yi said interestingly, Mingyue took out ten yuan from her pocket and put it in the old man's hand, smiled at the old man, stretched out her hand and pulled out the bamboo slices, and with good luck, she happened to turn to a flower basket. And then Qi Fei turned to a carp, although it was also a good prize, but it was completely incomparable with the vivid flower basket in Mingyue's hand.

"Master, do you want to try your luck?" Mingyue was holding the flower basket, looking left and right, she was indeed reluctant to eat it, so she had to hold it in her hand for the time being, and when she saw Yang Yi standing next to her, she seemed a little bored, so she asked tentatively.

Yang Yi was idle, he flicked the cigarette ash, stretched out his hand and plucked the bamboo slice and said, "It doesn't matter what you turn to, the most important thing is to enjoy the fun." And now the folk artists who do sugar painting are basically very old, and most of them don't worry about food and clothing, they are not trying to make money, but they can't lose this craft. ”

The bamboo slice rotated rapidly as he spoke, and the old man of the sugar painting also nodded subconsciously when he heard Yang Yi's words, he had learned this craft from his father for more than forty years. But no matter how Yinan changes, no matter the wind and rain, and no matter how his children and grandchildren persuade him, he still insists on coming here every day to set up a stall. Stick to it, these four words can be regarded as an explanation of my deceased father, and it is also an explanation of my years of hard work.

Eventually, the bamboo slice began to slow down, and finally stopped at a butterfly, and if the bamboo slice was moved another half centimeter, he could get the highest prize for sugar painting, a dragon with teeth and claws, and now the butterfly in his hand was the lowest prize, commonly known as the consolation prize.

"I don't believe it yet!" Commander Yang looked at the carp in Qi Fei's hand, which had already eaten half of it, and then looked at the exquisite flower basket in Mingyue's hand, and said angrily: "Do it again!" After speaking, he took out the crumpled twenty dragon coins, put them in the hands of the old man of the sugar painting, and at the same time tied up the horse step, inhaled and sighed, and reached out to pull the bamboo piece again.

Qi Fei and Mingyue were secretly amused when they saw Commander Yang so serious, while the passers-by around them also did not leave with the idea of watching the play, waiting for the results of Yang Yi's second turn to come out.

The rapidly rotating bamboo slice was slowly about to stop, and this time Commander Yang's luck seemed to be good, the tip of the bamboo slice slowly moved through the butterfly area when it was about to stop, and came to the dragon. At this time, a hand pressed on the bamboo piece, and with a random pull, the bamboo piece began to rotate rapidly. Commander Yang's dragon plan failed once again.

This novel is from Reading Rim