"Xiao Wang, are you here?" A neutral voice came to the store, Bu Ping and Lin Xia Lin Yu were drinking the hot water that Wang Qihua poured for the three of them, and when they heard the sound, they put down the water cup in their hands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Xia and Lin Yu were purely curious, while Bu Ping looked at the person expectantly.

In the previous life, Wangfu Garden invited an old accountant, I don't know how Wang Qihua was invited, in short, he is a real talent, but he is willing to succumb here, and Bu Ping studied with the accountant in the flower shop, but what really makes Bu Ping feel fond is not the accounting, but the craftsmanship of an uncle next door.

And that uncle appeared in front of Bu Ping at this time.

"Hey, here, uncle, you're here" Wang Qihua put down the work in his hand and hurriedly walked out of it.

"It's done, I'll give you something, I'll go back first" The uncle, who was in his fifties, handed a wooden flower pot in his hand to Wang Qihua, and turned to leave, Wang Qihua didn't leave him, it seemed that he knew the old man's temper.

"Uncle Wang, what is this, a flower pot?" Lin Xia and Lin Yu looked at the flower pot in Wang Qihua's hand curiously.

Wang Qihua nodded, "Yes, I don't have a flower pot like this here, so I asked the uncle just now to help carve it, the uncle is next door to my flower shop, how about it, is it good?" ”

It seems to be inquiring, but the joy on Wang Qihua's face obviously shows the master's affection.

In fact, Wang Qihua is the first time to get the old man's personal carving, you know, although the old man is carving objects all the time on weekdays, but there are few shots, this time it is Wang Qihua who takes advantage of the geographical advantage, and grinds hard bubbles every day before the old man agrees.

This flower pot was originally used to transplant a potted plant into it, and a regular customer specially explained that he wanted such a flower pot, but at this time Wang Qihua was a little reluctant, and secretly decided to look for it, maybe he could find a replacement, and this flower pot was simply kept by himself.

Lin Xia and Lin Yu didn't know Wang Qihua's inner activities, they stared at the flower pot curiously at this time, but they just looked at it, it seemed to be just a flower pot.

"Uncle Wang, can I go next door and have a look?" Bu Ping asked expectantly.

In the previous life, Bu Ping somehow got acquainted with the uncle, and when he came and went, Bu Ping often watched the uncle carve, and even wanted to learn the uncle's craft, but the uncle regretted telling Bu Ping that because Bu Ping's hands worked too much, and he was a little old, it was not suitable for learning this craft, so both Bu Ping and the uncle regretted it.

Later, when Buping left the county seat and went to a bigger city, he never heard the news of the uncle's apprenticeship.

Wang Qihua was a little surprised when he heard this, this carving was very boring, but he didn't expect Bu Ping to look very interested, but Wang Qihua guessed that he had not seen it before, and if he looked at it for a while, he would probably be impatient.

"Of course you can, the uncle is next door to the flower shop, and it is on the right hand side when you go out, but you go, don't disturb the uncle, just watch quietly for a while" Wang Qihua explained carefully.

Bu Ping nodded again and again, Lin Xia and Lin Yu also followed when they saw this, but Wang Qihua did not stop him.

The wood carving shop next door is very small, not half the size of the palace garden, and there are very few wood carving objects in the store, it feels like the store is empty, Lin Xia and Lin Yu looked at the door, and they didn't want to go in, the two of them said to Bu Ping and went back to the palace garden, leaving only Bu Ping standing at the door.

In her previous life, Bu Ping was often at the door of the store with her uncle, basking in the sun while watching the uncle carving objects, but for the uncle, now she is not just a stranger, which makes Bu Ping a little worried.

"Hello grandpa, can I watch you carve here?" Bu Ping plucked up his courage and said.

The uncle was sitting in the store observing a piece of wood, and when he heard the words, he raised his head and looked at Bu Ping, for about five seconds, Bu Ping couldn't help but stop breathing, and then saw the uncle nodding slightly.

Bu Ping quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and when she saw that there was a stool on the side, she moved one and sat down by herself, patiently watching her uncle's every move.

Uncle's surname is Qu, as for the specific name, Bu Ping doesn't know, but as far as the current situation is concerned, Bu Ping shouldn't even know Uncle Qu's surname, so he can only be called a grandfather.

There are a few simple tools on the table, and the carving knife is only one in Uncle Qu's hand, which is far from the wood carving tools that Bu Ping understands, but this is not that Uncle Qu is not professional in wood carving, on the contrary, Uncle Qu can turn decay into magic with only a carving knife in his hand.

The wood in Uncle Qu's hand is dark red, which should be the mahogany of the hardwoods, and it is very laborious to carve objects in this way.

"You understand?" Uncle Qu asked lightly, it seemed to be a question, but his tone was very firm.

Bu Ping took a breath, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, Uncle Qu's consciousness was still so smart.

"Well, I know a little bit" Bu Ping didn't deny it, but she didn't say how she knew.

And Uncle Qu did not continue to speak, but continued to move in his hand, the mahogany that was still dark in color gradually revealed a red texture in Uncle Qu's hand, and the slightly corrupted surface layer on the outside had been thrown away.

The wood is the size of a big watermelon, and in his previous life, Bu Ping had never seen Uncle Qu carve such an object, because at that time, Uncle Qu's body could not hold on to carving for a long time.

At this time, Bu Ping was looking forward to Uncle Qu's works, and Bu Ping, who had seen some of Uncle Qu's collections, knew that Uncle Qu was most suitable for the carving of large objects, although the small objects were also very good, but after all, there was no such atmospheric feeling.

"Sister, sister" Lin Xia shouted in a low voice, and Bu Ping was suddenly awakened.

When I looked outside, I found that it was almost noon outside, that is to say, Bu Ping had unconsciously watched Uncle Qu carve for an hour and a half.

Bu Ping put her index finger to her mouth, motioned to Lin Xia and Lin Yu to be quieter, looked at Uncle Qu herself, and found that Uncle Qu didn't make a sound, so she tiptoed out.

The same was true in his previous life, once Uncle Qu started carving, he didn't like to be interrupted, so it was better to leave quietly.

"Sister, you're still here, Xiao Yu and I have gone around again," Lin Xia said curiously.

I didn't expect Buping to take it with me all the time, and I don't know what to look at.

"This grandfather is very good at his craft, but you have to be patient," Bu Ping said.

Lin Xia and Lin Yu were not interested, so they hurriedly pulled Bu Ping and Wang Qihua to say hello, and ran to the place where Bu Ma and the others set up their stalls.