After the meal, after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Lin Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry to practice the piano, anyway, now the piano is at home, so there is no need to practice it while eating at noon, it is better to write down the homework left in the morning first, and it is good to rest for a while.

Early the next morning, Lin Xiaoxiao only carried a bag and did not carry a schoolbag - today is the New Year's Day party, and there is no class to attend.

Fortunately, New Year's Day is only half a day, and the afternoon is equivalent to a holiday for students, and some factories and companies will also give employees a holiday, but Lin's father's unit still needs to go on a full day, and he doesn't plan to let them rest at all.

The school was bustling with activity, with each class decorated in a colorful manner, with ribbons wrapped around the lights and paper flowers on the windows.

When I arrived at my class, about half of the students had arrived, and everyone's faces were very excited, holding their lunch boxes one by one.

It didn't take long for all the students in the class to arrive, and the head teacher, Mr. Wang, asked the students to open the lunch box and exchange food with the surrounding students, and then the teacher also walked around to take a look, and four or five students formed a table with the food everyone made on it.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked left and right, and he could basically determine that the food brought by the students in the class was made by the parents or helped by the parents.

Most of the students brought with them were relatively simple dishes, but these things were basically impossible for third-graders to make, and at least they needed the help of their parents to make them.

Especially those good-looking meals, it is even more difficult for children to make them.

Lin Xiaoxiao made a cabbage heart, copied the heart of the Chinese cabbage with water, and then poured the juice made of hawthorn on it after controlling the water. It's very simple, but it's sweet and sour, which is very suitable for children's tastes.

“…… Lin Xiaoxiao...... Can I taste this of yours? Li Jun, who was at the same table, looked left and right for a long time, and then asked with a smile at Lin in a low voice.

"Well, let's eat." Isn't it just for food? Lin Xiaoxiao nodded and moved the lunch box to him.

"You can eat me too, this is what my mother made for me!" Li Jun hurriedly pushed his lunch box in front of Lin Xiaoxiao.

Sweet and sour grunt meat...... I forgive you for not being able to do it yourself......

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, and took a piece - the shell on the outside of the meat was a little too fried and slightly harder, but it tasted good.

After the teacher looked around, the students finally began to move the chopsticks, and the amount of food for each student was not large, but fortunately, the students' lunch boxes were not large, and the things they brought were relatively small, and there was basically no one left.

In the middle of the meal, the teacher asked the students to go up spontaneously to perform the show, and several bold and outgoing students ran up to sing and guess riddles.

Lin Xiaoxiao realized that Teacher Wang's trick of having dinner was very clever, that is, there was no need to let timid students hold the program at home, thus occupying the review time, and it could make everyone spend half a day as happily as possible, and what was delayed was nothing more than a little time for parents.

However, when the dinner party was over, Lin Xiaoxiao walked into the corridor and heard a few senior students walking and saying, saying that they were also having dinner today, Lin Xiaoxiao realized that this is the usual method of the teachers?

After eating some things in the morning, after returning to Jiexin Park at noon, he was no longer very hungry, making lunch for the little guy, Lin Xiaoxiao went out again, and first went to Yixiao Pavilion to see the construction situation - it seems that it has been almost renovated, and only the finishing work remains.

Subsequently, I avoided East Street and took a detour to make a detour.

"Laughing? Your painting is framed, take a look. Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao coming, Boss Sun hurriedly got up and walked to the side of the counter, picked up a roll of framed paintings, and took it to the counter.

Between the bamboo forests, a woman in ancient costume raised her hands lightly, stroked them together, and was stroking a guqin in front of her.

Faint bamboo forest, far or near, or swaying or dragging, boundless, and outstanding.

The woman in the painting, with her eyes hanging lightly, looks quiet, as if she is immersed in the sound of her own piano, or listening to the sound of rustling bamboo leaves.

The Yaoqin in her hand, the woman's face, and her hands are all finely painted with a fine brush, and the woman's clothes and the bamboo forest behind her are all freehand. On the canvas, except for the little red lips, they are all thick or light ink.

At the bottom left of the picture is written a poem that seems to be a word but not a word, and it seems to be a song but not a song.

The bamboo forest is small, the shadow shakes lightly, the music rises lightly,

No one cares about the singing.

A little red lips, who draws the eyebrows? Who is worried?

Regardless of its shadow, Xuanyue love.

Slender jade fingers, nothing to do with spring, only play the heart song,

Qin sighed softly, and the wind whispered.

"This bamboo is ...... I already have everyone's demeanor. Boss Sun shook his head, with a sigh of emotion. He is one of the people who has grown up watching Lin Xiaoxiao's paintings, from his early works to the present, every time he helps her frame the works, he will be surprised a lot, so that in the end, he can't find any other words except sighing.

"You've won a prize." Although I also think that my painting is good, it is far from the level of Gu Chengyun, how can it be everyone?

Boss Sun helped Lin Xiaoxiao cover the outside of this painting with a layer of cloth cover, and then handed it over to her.

Back home, Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly ran to the second floor with the painting in her arms, and refused to take out a large piece of cloth in her workshop.

The cloth has been typed with a pencil, it is the good manuscript that has been framed, and now that I got this painting, Lin Xiaoxiao compared the two. Turning on the time retarder, she carefully traced the detailed points to the cloth......

That's right, this painting is the one she is going to make embroidery, but it's a pity that the embroidery work is best framed with a frame, otherwise the embroidery is easy to get dirty, otherwise she really wants to frame it too, and see if it can be fake!

It took a lot of effort to use the time retarder, and the work was finally completely extended to the cloth by Lin Xiaoxiao, and the rest was embroidered by comparing the two.

In the afternoon, leaving aside the time for practicing and writing, the rest of the time was used for embroidery Lin Xiaoxiao didn't make much, this is a time-consuming, laborious and eye-consuming work, it is estimated that she doesn't want to complete it in ten days and half a month - on the premise that there is a time retarder cheating.

In addition to embroidery, Lin Xiaoxiao's workshop on the second floor also has a lot of cotton, goose down, cloth and other things, which are the materials she plans to make side cushions, TV covers and other things. The style of these things bought could not match the decoration style of this house, Lin Daxian decided to design and make it herself, of course, in addition to these, she was also going to make some small mats for those four small things.