The two walked in and woke up the old man on the recliner.

The old man slowly woke up, looking at the two people who had never met in confusion, such a sudden appearance, fortunately the old man's heart was good, otherwise he would have been frightened.

"Hello, uncle, we want to learn pottery from you." Song Huaijin smiled.

"Okay." The old man hurriedly got up and beckoned the two to sit down.

"Is this the first time you've learned about pottery?"

The two nodded in agreement.

"In fact, pottery is not difficult, as long as you have the heart to do it, enough focus, you can make satisfactory works."

In fact, most of the people who come here are learning for the first time, some people are because of a whim, some people just take pictures and don't really want to learn, and even more take photos and leave, wasting their raw materials in vain, but fortunately, they also paid, and the old people themselves are happy to be idle.

Seeing that the two of them were listening attentively, and it was rare for such customers to come, the old man smiled with satisfaction, "Let's take a piece of mud first, and then follow me to do it." ”

The old man took a piece of clay of moderate size and squeezed it tightly with his hands first, and Ruan Yu also followed his movements and squeezed it vigorously.

But this action that is not effortless in the old man's hands, she is so tired that she can't do it, and she always feels that she is not pinched, and she is not satisfied with how she pinched. Ruan Yu couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"Don't rush, take your time." The wrinkles left by the creases of the years may be hidden, each of which hides the wisdom and kindness that the years have brought to the old man, and he is so gentle and takes care of Ruan Yu's emotions.

Doing pottery is a thing that requires extreme patience, and the old man has been used to it for so many years, and he is a little moved to see the big man in front of him so serious.

Ruan Yu didn't realize the inappropriateness of her identity, so she secretly pressed her impetuous mood, adjusted her breathing, and refocused on doing such a small thing.

Song Huaijin did not learn to make pottery with Ruan Yu, but sat beside her, looking at him gently, and the eyes that secretly harbored love were so ashamed that even the old man deliberately avoided them.

"Yes, then put the mud on the runner, determine the center of the mud with both hands, press it a little bit as the runner rotates, and hollow out the center of gravity, and then slowly move your hands up." The old man explained carefully, "Don't be nervous, let's come little by little." ”

"You see, first wet your hands, touch the edges with four fingers, put your thumb in the middle, and then slowly smooth it out through the friction of the two. It is also necessary to adjust his size, thickness, height and height according to the strength of his hand. The old man gave a rough demonstration, and then let Ruan Yu try it.

Ruan Yu was cautious when he got started, recalling the old man's actions just now, dipping his hands in water and slowly placing them on both sides of the mud.

"You can." Song Huaijin was also cheering on the side.

As the wheel turned, Ruan Yu unconsciously held her breath and pressed her hands on both sides of the mud.

As a result, the first time was not unexpected, it failed, because she wanted to change the size, but the two sides were not adjusted to the same, and the bottom was not compacted, and it collapsed.

Song Huaijin couldn't help but burst out laughing at first.

Ruan Yu put away his frustrated emotions and gave him a blank look, "You have the ability?" ”

"No, no, no, if I do, I guess I won't even be able to find a stable center of gravity." Song Huaijin waved his hands and politely declined Ruan Yu's "invitation".

"Once again, you're very talented." The old man is still gentle.

Ruan Yu took a deep breath and picked up another piece of mud, this time she was more cautious.

The wheel was rotating, making a rustling sound from time to time, Ruan Yu meticulously stared at a small piece of mud in his hand, step by step, from determining the center of gravity, but hollow forming, every step was extra careful.

Ruan Yu slowly pinched the hollow wall and lifted it upward, each amplitude to a minimum, to ensure that its foundation was strong enough to support its height. In the middle, the thickness of the cylinder wall is constantly adjusted to strive for perfection.

Time passed very slowly, and Ruan Yu didn't even dare to blink his eyes, witnessing his own lump of mud beginning to take shape little by little.

This time, the hard work paid off, and Ruan Yu pulled it into a small cup about five centimeters high and four centimeters in diameter.

The old man raised his thumbs in admiration, "It's really super!" I'll just say you're very talented. ”

Ruan Yu bowed slightly, thanked the old man, and turned his head, but gave Song Huaijin a proud look.

Song Huaijin's mouth was dry, so he didn't care that the old man was still beside him, and kissed him directly.

At the touch of a button, he whispered in her ear, "My Xiaoyu is the best." ”

The old man coughed twice, "Do you want to add some other decorations to this work?" ”

"For example, decorate the walls of the cup with clay, or draw some patterns on the walls of the cup after drying." Seeing the two of them, the old man looked suspicious and continued to explain, "If you paint, you may have to wait a little longer. ”

Finally waiting for my strength, Ruan Yu cheered in her heart, "I choose painting!" ”

The old man glanced at the time, "In this way, the two of you will have some food here at noon, and you can draw things when they dry in the afternoon." ”

Ruan Yu politely excused herself, "It's not embarrassing." ”

"It's just me living here, it's fine. I wish I had someone to eat with me. ”

Seeing that the old man was good at talking about this, the two no longer refused, but stayed.

Ruan Yu and Song Huaijin pushed the old man who walked into the kitchen out lightly, ready to cook a lunch for the old man with their own hands.

Since it was three people, Ruan Yu prepared a simple stir-fry of three dishes, ordered some noodles, and Song Huaijin gave Ruan Yu a hand on the side.

The old man sat in the living room, looking at the busy little couple in the kitchen, with a smile on his face.

The main entrance to the living room is a black-and-white photograph of another elderly man looking at her lover with a smile on her face.

Looking back on the years, there is still a fairy couple composing a story about love.

After lunch, Song Huaijin sat at the dining table playing chess with the old man, while Ruan Yu washed the dishes.

"Your boyfriend is really good, he can't cook and wash dishes, it's a blessing in life." The old man sighed.

Song Huaijin smiled and agreed.

"When I was younger, I wasn't as good as your boyfriend, and my wife did all these things." The old man's gaze was a misty thought, "You have to cherish the people in front of you, and you must not let them down." ”

"That's nature."

In the afternoon, the sun is just right, the breeze is light, and the house is peaceful.

"Have you figured out what to draw?"

"I want to ...... I want to draw two Q diagrams. ”

"Why don't you have one and one me?"

Ruan Yu was poked at the center, and a warm current surged through her heart, "Well, one is you and the other is me." ”

"Be sure to add a sentence next to it!"

"Do I love you?"

Song Huaijin shook his head, took Ruan Yu's hand and put it to his lips, "Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son." ”

"Life after life, never separation."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Ruan Yu picked up the paintbrush and handed it to Song Huaijin, "You write the first half of the sentence, and I write the second half of the sentence." ”

"That's what I thought too." Song Huaijin responded, leaning close to her ear, "Of course, painting will have to bother Madame." ”