After resting for a while, Fu Juan, Wang Huaguo and others couldn't wait to stare at Lie Yue's return to the village committee and continue the unfinished work in the morning. Both of us are the kind of people who have a great deal of enthusiasm for their work, and it's normal to behave like that.

Seeing Wang Huaguo and Wang Jun's motorcycles leave from the courtyard with Fu Juan, Liu Rui didn't care too much, but closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the rare silence.

The breeze rustled through the treetops; The hen takes the chicks to the base of the wall to eat, and the sound of chirping is very comfortable; Faintly, the call of ducks on the other side of the mountain stream also drifted in the wind. Far from being noisy, the sounds made the whole compound quieter.

The difference between movement and stillness highlights the leisure of this farmhouse compound.

Zeng Ying took out a copy of "Lake Verdun" from the car, sat on a high-backed Huanghuali chair and read it carefully, she was like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

This copy of Rousseau's "Verdun" Zeng Ying has always kept in the car, and whenever she has time, she will take it out and read it carefully. It's just that in the past, when she read this book, she was easily disturbed by external factors, and she was always unable to devote herself to it and appreciate that ethereal feeling.

It's just that in this humble farmhouse compound, Zeng Ying blew a faint breeze and listened to all kinds of chickens and ducks that were not in the city, and soon entered the state. She follows in the footsteps of the protagonist Thoreau, wandering in the paradise, enjoying the boundless beauty and enjoying the leisurely pleasure that is rare in the world.

Perhaps, only in a quiet place like Liangcun, reading "Lake Verdun" can you enter that intoxicating world.

is different from Lady Zeng Ying's performance, Guo Hailan is a crazy girl who can't sit still, so naturally she won't sit on the chair obediently to enjoy the cold. Seeing that the sky was still very strong, she was embarrassed to ask Liu Rui to take her out to play, so she could only sit next to Liu Jiahong and watch him weave a bamboo basket.

The first time she saw Liu Jiahong's work in Zeng Ying's flower shop, Guo Hailan always thought it was the work of an artist and was amazed. The small bamboo basket looks unremarkable, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not so simple.

The tiny branches are neatly pruned, forming a seemingly simple but rich connotation pattern, which makes Guo Hailan unable to extricate herself, as if the weaving artist has given the bamboo basket her own life.

However, the last time Guo Hailan knew that Liu Jiahong, an ordinary-looking farmer, was the creator of the bamboo basket that could be called a work of art, her jaw dropped in shock. When she came to the Liu family's compound again this time, she naturally wanted to see how those works of art were born in such a humble place?

Even if she was sitting on a chair, Guo Hailan was restless, sitting on the chair, her hands lying on the back of the chair, her beautiful eyes staring at Liu Jiahong's every move, wanting to see how those bamboo strips scattered on the ground turned into exquisite works of art?

One more little girl watched, and it had no effect on Liu Jiahong, who had already integrated weaving into his blood and turned into a natural ability, he still lowered his head and focused on the bamboo strip in his hand. As his slightly rough fingers flicked, the slender bamboo strips jumped nimbly as if they had been breathed into life.

At the beginning, it was one or two, Guo Hailan could still see Liu Jiahong's movements clearly, and then the number of bamboo sticks was increasing, and Guo Hailan was already a little dazzled, and she couldn't tell which bamboo stick was which.

Soon, the base of a flower basket began to take shape, and everything changed in just a few minutes.

At this time, Guo Hailan realized that art does not have to be created in a beautiful room, and that a rough farm yard can still become a breeding ground for art. For a while, Liu Jiahong's rough hands, which could see calluses and bloodstains, were gilded with a layer of mystery in Guo Hailan's heart. These seemingly ordinary hands, those prosaic bamboo strips are linked together to weave a stunning work of art.

The longer she stays at Liu's house, the more Guo Hailan feels that this place is full of surprises, and only by deeply integrating into it will you feel that fun is everywhere. Compared with the provincial capital, which is full of reinforced concrete forests, there are birds and flowers everywhere, there is no poison from car exhaust, and there is no invasion of air conditioning diseases, everything makes people feel comfortable.

Now, she was surprised to see the bamboo strips under Liu Jiahong's hands, turning decay into magic, and turning into a delicate small flower basket in just half an hour.

"Uncle Liu, how many years have you been weaving bamboo?" Seeing Liu Jiahong put the small flower basket into the finished basket on the side, Guo Hailan couldn't help but ask.

Guo Hailan didn't dare to speak out just now, for fear that her voice would alarm Liu Jiahong, affect his thoughts, and finally lead to the incompleteness of the artwork. However, when he found out that Liu Jiahong was finished, he couldn't help but ask at the first time.

"I don't remember exactly how many years." Liu Jiahong tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "For as long as I can remember, I have been watching behind the old people in the village for at least thirty years. ”

"Thirty years?!" Guo Hailan stuck out her tongue a little and continued to ask, "Then where did you go to study?" ”

In Guo Hailan's heart, such skills can already become art, not just folk crafts.

"Studying?" Liu Jiahong was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Do you still need to learn this rural style?" Learn a little behind the old man, figure it out for yourself, and slowly you will be able to do it. ”

"Self-taught, it's amazing!" Liu Jiahong's words immediately reminded Guo Hailan of the story of "The Oil Seller", practice makes perfect!

"Xiao Guo, what kind of style do you like, uncle will make one for you?" Looking at Guo Hailan's surprised look, Liu Jiahong was a little happy and asked.

"Me?" Tilting her head, Guo Hailan thought for a while and said, "Uncle Liu, you can make a pen holder for me, is it okay?" ”

Guo Hailan thought that after the ceramic pen holder on her desk was touched, she didn't have time to buy a new one, so it was better to let Liu Jiahong weave a pen holder now and put it back on it.

"Where's the pen holder?" When Liu Jiahong heard this, he hurriedly smiled and said, "There is no problem with this, you just wait!" ”

At first, Liu Jiahong was worried that Guo Hailan would propose some styles that would make him a little embarrassed, but the pen holder can be regarded as a kind of bamboo that Liu Jiahong is very familiar with. In the past, he had woven bamboo tubes of different shapes for Liu Rui's brothers and sisters, and there was no need to redesign them at all, and he was busy under his hands.

Picking up a few thin bamboo strips from the ground, and a small piece of bamboo board, comparing the length with each other, Liu Jiahong thought for a while, and began to move.

Liu Jiahong first used a knife to slightly repair the bamboo board and turn it into an almost round board, which is the main body of the base of the pen holder. Then Liu Jiahong used bamboo strips to weave carefully, skillfully wrapping the entire bamboo board in the bamboo strips, and there was no flaw in sight. Following the base of the pen holder, Liu Rui began to add bamboo strips of various lengths and different colors of bamboo skin, and quickly weaved them.

However, unlike the ease and comfort of weaving a bamboo basket just now, Liu Jiahong looked at the pen holder from time to time during the weaving process, his brows were furrowed, and he was still muttering something in his mouth? Guo Hailan saw that Liu Jiahong's creation seemed to be at an impasse, and she didn't dare to disturb quietly, so she could only watch quietly.

Liu Jiahong made it up for a while, and then began to rework and replace it with some different bamboo chips, and the whole process became more complicated and cumbersome. Guo Hailan can see that if Liu Jiahong weaves decently, a pen holder doesn't seem to take much time, but this time, Liu Jiahong seems to be pursuing perfection!

After more than half an hour, a pen holder with a diameter of 10 centimeters and a height of about 20 centimeters was finally freshly baked.

Liu Jiahong took the pen holder and examined it, picked up a knife to trim some untidy places, and finally rubbed it with gauze to rub off the raw edges on it.

After watching it several times, Liu Jiahong took a breath and looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Well, here you go! See if you're satisfied? Reaching out and handing the pen holder to Guo Hailan, there was a sense of pride in Liu Jiahong's eyes.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu!" Guo Hailan could feel that Liu Jiahong was really weaving this pen holder very carefully, and quickly stood up and took it with both hands.

The pen holder is warm and smooth, and there is no raw edge that the hand, which makes Guo Hailan's first impression very good. The size of each bamboo strip is close, so that the composition of the pen holder is not that shoddy feeling, and the fine weaving makes the texture of the pen holder very good. Guo Hailan knows that even in the handicraft market, such high-end goods may not be bought casually.

However, when Guo Hailan's eyes shifted to the outer wall of the pen holder, she couldn't help but shrink her pupils, and her breathing was a little short.

On the outer wall of the pale cyan pen holder, some dark spots seem to be arranged in a disorderly manner, but they constitute a character that Guo Hailan is too familiar to be familiar with.

'Guo', a Guo character appears very conspicuously on the outer wall of the pen holder, how can this not surprise Guo Hailan?

At this time, Guo Hailan finally understood why Liu Jiahong was so slow just now, a small pen holder took more than half an hour to compile, it turned out that he repeatedly reworked in order to mark the word 'Guo' on the outer wall of the pen holder.

"Thank you Willow!" After Guo Hailan thought about the cause and effect clearly, she couldn't help but bow to Liu Jiahong.

Just now, Guo Hailan opened her mouth and asked Liu Jiahong to knit the pen holder, originally thinking that she could have an ordinary color, as a memory brought back from Liu's house. But she didn't expect that Liu Jiahong's skills would be so superb, and in such a short period of time, he would weave a pen holder exclusive to Guo Hailan. The artistic skills and good intentions shocked Guo Hailan, and also made her have more respect for Liu Jiahong, an ordinary old farmer.

Zeng Ying, who was on the side, was also a little confused when she saw Guo Hailan's performance, after all, she had been immersed in the world of "Verdun" just now, and she didn't know much about the pen holder.

(To be continued)