Qiao Yonghui's craftsmanship is really good, after Song Hongguo saw the large and small, all kinds of shelves in the kitchen, he felt that Zhao Zhenhua was too modest at that time, and the finished products were more in line with her mind than what she drew on the drawings.

Fine product, but also very exquisite, the corners and corners are polished smooth and round, brushed several times persimmon paint, the texture of the wood, the sun-like color, practical and good-looking.

The kitchen shelves are the largest, nearly two meters long, three stories high, used to place all kinds of pots and pans, as well as grates, steamers, dustpans, baskets and other utensils, there is a small shelf on the stove, filled with small jars of various commonly used spices, there are two layers of partitions nailed to the wall, there are some less commonly used condiments, there are hooks below, there is a place for spoons and shovels for stir-frying, knives, cutting boards, panels, pot lids, etc., there are also corresponding shelves, all neatly placed, looking at the neat board.

There is also one in the dining room, opposite the cupboard, with a height of three layers, more than one meter long, used to place all kinds of jars and jars, such as jars for pickled duck eggs, large gourds for eggs, and pickle jars, etc., there are also several shelves in the washroom, all of which are relatively small, nailed to the walls on both sides by the window, used to hang towels. There is also one next to the bathtub, so it is convenient to get soap when taking a bath, and you can also put a clean change of clothes.

After all kinds of placements, whoever sees it has to praise her and think about it in all aspects, Ling Zhi doesn't feel sorry for the food sent out, after all, as long as you have long eyes, you can see it, with these shelves, life is more convenient, not to mention, the entire West Bungalow looks in order, just looking at it feels comfortable.

The feeling of surprise when Qiao Yonghui was busy fighting, but now that he was placed in the room and played their role, the shock in his heart was not small, the kind of throbbing that found the exit and light from the dazed predicament and ignorant fog hit again, he couldn't suppress it, and blurted out, "Do you have any other styles of drawings?"

Song Hongguo was stunned, and looked at him unexpectedly, he couldn't wait to distance himself from her when he entered the door before, so he took the initiative to talk? "Not at hand."

In other words, you can paint it.

Qiao Yonghui was very conflicted in his heart, and after struggling for a while, he still wanted to gain the upper hand, "Then can you help me paint a few paintings?" I can ask for less food......"

Song Hongguo interrupted him, "How much grain should there be, and it's not a hassle to draw a drawing, but why do you want this kind of drawing?" Interested? ”

Qiao Yonghui nodded.

Song Hongguo felt strange, "Since you learned carpenter, didn't Uncle Cheng teach you to draw in the first place?" ”

"I haven't taught it, and Uncle Cheng probably won't either." After thinking about it, he added, "Every time Uncle Cheng teaches me, he makes a general comparison a few times, I haven't seen a few styles, and the countrymen don't pick the appearance of furniture, just want to be cheap and practical, how simple and how to come, Uncle Cheng should have seen a lot before, but he didn't say it." ”

Song Hongguo guessed that Uncle Cheng's identity was not simple, otherwise he would not have been so old with his wife and went to the tomato brigade to settle down, and even picked a house at the foot of the mountain to build a house, in order to stay away from the crowd, but now that there are no people, there is no need to pursue it, she pondered and said, "I have seen some of them, and I have also read books on this subject in the library, so I can draw these drawings, if you are interested, wait for me to draw a few for you when I have time." ”

Qiao Yonghui raised his eyes to look at her, and the word "thank you" was bitten hard by him.

The system jumped out at this time and said, "He will definitely be grateful to you for a lifetime, after all, this is the capital he will make a fortune in the future, you can go to the spring breeze now, just wait for the autumn rain." ”

Song Hongguo was too lazy to listen to its yin and yang weirdness, and continued, "The styles I painted are all designed by my predecessors, and the vision of my predecessors is good, but the times are developing, and the style of furniture is not immutable, so I think that while absorbing the wisdom of my predecessors, the most important thing is to have my own ideas." ”

Qiao Yonghui understood what she meant, his body couldn't help but shake, and he asked with a little disbelief, "You mean, I can learn to design new styles?" ”

"Why not?"

Qiao Yonghui saw that her face was calm and indifferent, not ironic, not contemptuous, but took it for granted that he could, he lowered his eyes and said abruptly, "I'm not good......

Song Hongguo frowned and said, "It's not for you to go to college, what are the ingredients?" As long as you have the heart, no matter what the environment, you can learn, age is not important, and the ingredients are even less important. ”

This is the first person to tell him that the ingredients are not important, Qiao Yonghui's heart is agitated, the temptation in front of him may make him irreversible, or it may save him from the sea of suffering, or it may be the only opportunity he can catch at present, he doesn't want to miss it, he has been in the dark for too long, if he hasn't seen the light, but after being illuminated by her, he can no longer tolerate the dead silence and despair as if he was pressed to the bottom of the sea.

Pulling halfway, he asked as if he had broken a boat, "Then can you teach me?" I can't give you anything in return now, but in the future, I will remember your kindness. ”

Song Hongguo said with a smile, "It's too serious, what kind or not, I actually can't teach you anything, after all, I haven't learned this knowledge, so let's do it, I'll draw you a few pictures first, you think about it yourself, and I'll find out if there are any books and professional knowledge in this area, and I have to rely on you to learn by yourself." ”

"Good ......" he let go of his clenched fist as if relieved, she didn't refuse, and she didn't shirk it with a vain reason, but gave pertinent advice...... He suddenly remembered Uncle Cheng's words when he taught him the craft, "Yonghui, you are smart and practical, diligent and thoughtful, but you lack some luck, if only you could meet a nobleman." At that time, he thought that Uncle Cheng was the noble man in his life, teaching him the craft, that is, the ability to give him food, and now, he knew that it was not enough to be like that, he was more greedy than he thought, and he was ambitious.

What he needs is light, a light that can illuminate his future, a light that can warm his life, a light that can take him out of the deep sea and give him hope.

When Qiao Yonghui left, his back was a lot more upright and resolute, and when the system saw this, he said meaningfully, "You saved someone's soul." ”

Song Hongguo, "......"

What's so deep playing with her?

Song Hongguo ignored it, found a blank paper and pen, and taught Ling Yuan while drawing, from the very beginning of the line, to the simple layout, she was also a monk halfway, and taught one out of the other, fortunately, Ling Yuan was smart, and he did have some talent in this area, and under her guidance, the things drawn were also presentable.

(End of chapter)