Spikes. Li Weiyin also took He Congyue and Xu Yimo, who were carrying luggage, to greet them.

Soon the two sides converged, Zhang Suisui looked up at the apple face, and his bright eyes flashed with excitement: "Sister Yinyin, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you see that I have grown so tall!" ”

"yes, you've grown so tall." Li Weiyin stretched out her hand and gestured, she hadn't seen her for two years, and this little girl had grown a lot taller.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee......-hee-he ”

As he spoke, he jumped up and ran to He Congyue's side: "Uncle, I'll help you carry your backpack." ”

"No, I can move it." He Congyue refused expressionlessly, in fact, compared to others, He Congyue's eyebrows and eyes were already soft.

But Zhang Suisui still felt that He Congyue was a little indifferent, and she immediately ran to Li Weiyin's side, looking a little timid.

"Don't be afraid, he's like this, he doesn't like to laugh when he sees anyone." Li Weiyin comforted, and handed the fruit in his hand to Zhang Suisui, "Suisui helped me carry one, let's hurry up and go to your house, I miss the cold skin and fried buns made by your mother." ”

"My mom knows that Sister Yinyin loves to eat and is ready to eat." Zhang Suisui immediately forgot about He Congyue and couldn't wait to take them home.

Zhang Suisui's home is a very good country house, and there are many empty rooms, so Li Weiyin dares to bring people over.

Zhang Suisui's mother's name is Lu Ping, her face has the wind and frost of rural working women, but her smile is friendly, and she is very enthusiastic about entertaining them.

"What kind of painting is this?" He Congyue walked to the living room and looked at a very large painting hanging in the living room, which was shiny and translucent.

"That's one of the reasons I'm here, it's a straw painting." Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo walked over, "I lived in Suisui's house when I traveled before, and her grandfather's craftsmanship is very good, but it's a pity that their family doesn't make a living from this." ”

"This is a straw painting?" He Congyue had heard of this kind of thing, but it was the first time he had seen it.

Wheat straw painting began in the Sui and Tang dynasties, using the luster and texture of wheat straw itself through multiple processes such as fumigation, steaming, bleaching, scraping, pushing, ironing, cutting, carving, weaving, etc., to produce a lifelike and vivid painting.

Li Weiyin not only wanted to get some back to decorate, but also wanted to display this kind of thing in a special counter.

In addition, Li Weiyin plans to look at the purchase of flour from the village, Li Weiyin has been to many places, has eaten a lot of pasta, each with its own characteristics, but the pasta made of flour here is very delicious, not to mention incomparable, at least unique.

The summer night was long, the sky was still bright at seven o'clock, their table was set in the open courtyard, Lu Ping invited Zhang Suisui's grandfather and uncle to come over to entertain the guests, because Zhang Toyota had not yet returned.

Lu Ping made a lot of pasta, and He Congyue and Xu Yimo both thought it was particularly delicious.

After the meal, they sat in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, and Li Weiyin mentioned this matter to the old man.

"Flour matter, tomorrow I invited the village cadres to come and talk to you." Li Weiyin wants a large quantity, not from their family, so he can't be in charge, he paused, "I want to paint...... Girl, this is really a bit embarrassing old man. ”