Chapter Forty-Seven: What is the Autumn Wind Sadness Painting Fan - Painting Fan

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After eating, Xiao Xiao sat on the ADV motorcycle in the yard to find a feeling: "Brother Yang, this car is not usually ridden, I see that you are still covered with a car cover, this wall bicycle is also good, I bought a Giant, and this configuration of yours cost nearly 20,000 yuan." ā€

"Yo, Yang Ping, do you still have the truth in your mouth now? Didn't you say three thousand? No wonder Brother Tong said how good your car is, I have to ask you to help buy it. When my wife heard this, she gritted her teeth and asked with a smile, if it weren't for the presence of guests, it would have been domestic violence.

"More than three thousand? NO WAY, THERE ARE MORE THAN 3,000 ROCKSHOX AIRTIGHT FORKS ALONE. Xiao Xiao was still playing, as if he understood, and he didn't see my ugly face at all.

"1911 is gone." I snapped out.

Xiao Wang had a look, pulled Xiao Xiao, and whispered: "Are you stupid, can't you see it?" And said! ā€

Xiao Xiao understood: "Oh, what, there is still a difference between things, sister-in-law, I am Giant, this is a miscellaneous brand, it is estimated that they are all copycats, and more than 3,000 may be expensive."

Later, I gave Xiao Xiao two small plastic suitcases that were fully sealed, and Xiao Xiao happily pulled his girlfriend and ran away.

I cleaned up the table, and my wife chattered beside me: "You have a little money now, but you can't do nonsense, a child who has just entered elementary school, you buy such an expensive car." ā€

"Cottage, cottage hehe, didn't Xiao Xiao say it." I scoffed.

"Who thinks you can't see that little movement?" The wife took the bag of garbage: "You have been lying recently, and you have become a conditioned reflex, and I can't even see that there are people outside." ā€

"Bang Chang" shook his hand, the bowl fell, and I hurriedly cleaned up.

"What are you nervous about? Hehe, there won't really be anyone out there. "My wife's feelings are still very keen, and she has a radar on her head.

"Nonsense, I'm at home every night, is there anyone outside you can't understand yourself?" I hurriedly covered it up: "Stinky treasure is not here, who screams hysterically every night." ā€

"I'm going to kill you" My wife's face was thin, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she wrung me: "Is this something that can be said casually?" ā€

Whew~~ Finally fooled over.

At night, I sat in the yard and looked at the grass that had climbed all over the shelves, the main vine had already been pinched off, leaving only the branches, and now there were a lot of small gourds on the branches, and the smallest ones were still few. The phone vibrated on the tea table, and it was a text message.

I went over and picked up my phone and saw that it was Xiao Nizi, and I forgot about her. "Brother Yang, I'm already back to AM, if you come to AM, you must contact me, I'll be your tour guide." I don't know how Xiao Nizi is playing on the CD, a little stunned.

The wife floated over: "Which sister is this?" ā€

"Scared, are you learning Sadako? Floated over silently. This coldness really scared me: "This is the third child, the one in my junior college dormitory, the third friend, I have seen it in YN, is this welcome." ā€

"Humph! Don't have any ** attempts, if you are caught by me, you will know the consequences. "My wife warned in advance.

"I'll let you know the consequences right now." I picked up my wife and walked into the house.

"Ah, don't make a fuss, what time is it?! Ahh

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There are still more than ten days before my son signs up, and my days are half sea water and half flames, and I have to listen to Gu Jing complain about how ruthless I am for a while every day. Then I take my son to ride a bicycle and fish every day, which is the summer vacation that my son has the least burden. As soon as school started, my son's miserable life began, and it would last for more than ten years. The weather was very hot, and I ordered two Dawa sea rods, two lures, two spinning wheels, two water drop wheels, fishing lines and a bunch of things on Taobao, which cost less than 2,000 yuan. I had to go to the Confucian Temple and buy a few fans, two Ruyi twist fan bones, two jade bamboo pine seed round heads, and a pipa-headed Merlot fan bones, all of which are white fans.

Take it back and paint it yourself, the fan surface is easy to paint, and it's not professional, a touch of ink, draw a few shrimp, OK. Some are painted with a cicada, and the large format is left blank. Some draw a few small vine blue flowers. Some draw a few sparrows, half-brushed.

The fan surface of the pipa-headed Merlot fan bone is modeled on Zheng Banqiao's "Six-and-a-half Book". Why Drawing? To be honest, I am a craftsman's level, calligraphy can not be put on the table at all, according to a collection of magazines on Zheng Banqiao's fan inscription, imitation written on their own fan, and then the corners of a repair, OK, a fan full of ingenuity freshly baked. I saw a little leopard pattern spots on the pale yellow bamboo bottom, and a six-and-a-half-minute book of different sizes and crooked was painted on the white fan surface: the fog was lost in the mountain, and the thunder (five fields were composed of one back, I didn't know and couldn't find it, and I guessed it in connection with the context) The rain was not stopped, and the sunset was half open, and the Wangjiang Tower was spit out. It makes sense.

This is not the end, the fan with a fan pendant, carved some paintings on the fan bone of the round head of the jade bamboo pine nut, the long fan bone carved only a dragonfly stopped on the lotus canopy of the lotus flower is very meaningful, the other side carved a few bamboo leaves, two sparrows, perfect. Then glue the fan surface to the fan bone with paste, press it, dry it, and call it a day.

A few fans are delicate and simple, give one to my brother, one to each parent, and two at home, whoever likes to take it.

My own pipa-headed Merlot fan, under which I hung the imitation of the national treasure gold on the keyring, and the green rope was tied in a wishful knot, which was perfect. It's a bit cheesy, play.

The days passed quickly, and when it was time to sign up, I led my crazy son, bought a few new clothes, and cleaned them up. The family of three came to Shi YĆ n Primary School, and the registration process was very smooth, and it didn't take long for them to come out. Let them take back the books and notebooks they have been given back first, and they will have to go back to their parents' house. At noon, I made an appointment with Principal Tian to go to his friend's.

Now I pay more attention to the image, I only wear the nine-eyed dzi, and the Han Dynasty jade jue given by the old man is hung on the belt, and the clothes are covered and invisible. The saddlebag was carried with a fan, walnuts, and a bottle of Coke next to it. Drinking Coke at the school gate, looking left and right. After a while, Principal Tian came out.

"Xiao Yang, I've been waiting for a long time." Principal Tian smiled and held a handbag.

"No, I'm fine." I saw that Principal Tian didn't take the walnuts and asked, "Principal Tian, how is the walnut plate?" ā€

"No, it's already colored." Principal Tian took out the walnuts from his handbag, and I took them to take a look, well, they were already red. My pair still feels raw.

I took a taxi to the painting institute and came to a tea room on the third floor. There are already several people chatting inside, and they don't look young anymore. As soon as we entered the door, someone greeted us: "Lao Tian, I'm waiting for you, Dean Lei is holding this year's new Pu'er today, and the taste is very ordinary." ā€

"Lao Lei doesn't have any good tea, this is my little friend, Yang Ping." Principal Tian introduced to everyone: "This is Dean Lei, who is engaged in calligraphy and painting, this is Teacher Lin, nuclear friend, this is Lao Feng, your name is Teacher Feng, Calligraphers Association, this is ......"

"I don't need to introduce it, we know each other" It turned out to be President Wu of the Jade Collection Association: "Xiao Yang, you know Principal Tian, and you also like walnuts?" You always have good things, and you found the pair of lion heads of Principal Tian? It's really a good thing, and you can't favor one over the other in the future. ā€

"President Wu, hello, hello, I am also a beginner, and I will have to give more advice from teachers in the future." I don't really know much about walnuts. The scope of the game is too wide, and it's great to be able to play it clearly, and people like me who have a little bit of everything, absolutely can't understand anything.

Dean Lei poured tea for us, took out a pair of three-sided walnuts, and hung them with porcelain. Even if you don't understand it, you think it's a good thing. We take turns holding them in our hands and comparing them to see the pairing, the size. I belong to the dog to see the stars, and Principal Tian explained to me: "This belongs to the alien lion head, which is the best, and it is also a year, and it is a slight bump, and it is harmless." ā€

Dean Lei smiled and filled the tea for everyone: "Lao Tian, you don't mean to transfer your pair of lion heads to me?" I also feel like I'm coloring myself. ā€

"Forget it, I finally raised my eyebrows in front of you, you ask Xiao Yang to see if he has anything good." Principal Tian, this is a disaster to the east.

I took out a toy cloth bag from my saddlebag under the expectant gaze of everyone. Teacher Feng's eyes were sharp, and he saw the Pipatou Merlot fan: "This fan is good, Merlot fan, the Temple of Literature has recently come to a few handfuls, it seems that you have a good relationship with the boss of Lingji Fan Village, this has to be booked, there is no spot at all." ā€

I took out the pipa-headed Merlot fan and handed it to Mr. Feng: "I have worked in the Confucian Temple for a few days, and everyone has more or less face, which is not expensive, hundreds of yuan." ā€

"Boss Ling is still really giving face, this fan is ordered for more than a thousand, and you have to wait for the goods." Teacher Feng couldn't put it down and looked at the fan.

I took out the lion's head from the cloth bag and placed it on the tea tray. Dean Lei exclaimed: "Oh, the dwarf village has a sullen lion head." As he spoke, he picked up the walnut and looked at it carefully: "This pair is amazing, the size is big enough, well, it's not big enough, it's too big." ā€

President Wu looked at it with a blank eye, and finally waited for Dean Lei to put it down, and immediately took it: "Xiao Yang, you still have this good thing?!" ā€

Principal Tian was also very excited, took his own walnut and looked at my walnut, and leaned over to grab the head of the dwarf Zhuang sullen lion.

"Eh, don't rob it, beware of throwing the sharp." President Wu took the walnut and handed it to Principal Tian. The lion's head passed around in their hands, and they were amazed: "This lion's head hasn't been used yet, Xiao Yang doesn't like to play with walnuts." Dean Lei defined me on his own.

"After playing for a few days, I'm busy, and I don't care about it anymore." I smiled and explained to everyone.

Teacher Feng opened the fan: "Ho, Zheng Xie's "Jiang Qing", six and a half books, well, this word is a bit ingenious." ā€

"Hehe, Mr. Feng has good eyesight, this is the word I draw." If you don't say that you are literate, you will know that it is Zheng Banqiao's poem at first glance. I also know that the words are not written by masters.

"Drawing?" Teacher Feng put the glasses on his head and looked at me for my explanation.

I was drinking tea, and I hurriedly put the teacup down: "I will roughly write the simple words according to the photo, and trace the corners and corners." If it's hard to write, I'll draw the outline first, and then draw the red, hehe, I'm a blind play, and I can't compare to your great calligrapher. ā€

"Aren't you ruining art, aren't you ruining the Merlot fan, this is still a pipa-headed." Mr. Feng is very fond of calligraphy works, and he can't see the habit of a craftsman like me.

At this time, Teacher Lin, who had not spoken, spoke: "Old Feng, bring the fan over and let me take a look." As he spoke, he took the Merlot fan and didn't open it, but carefully observed the imitation of the "National Treasure Jin Kui Zhiwan".