"Ji people have their own natural appearance, and the people you are talking about may still be alive and well."

Qin Shou comforted.

"She may be cured of her illness and live in peace in the future."

"Although we are separated from you, as long as people are safe, it is good everywhere."

Lu Chen was also appeased.

"I hope so."

Stone's father sighed.

They haven't seen each other for decades, and they can only hope for it.

"They're thinking about me, too."

"It seems that my nostalgia for all these years is right."

Zhou Huiqiao looked at the familiar faces on the TV with affection.

I haven't seen it for years, and the memories have long been dusty.

She was always worried that she would not be able to remember the old people.

But it wasn't until she saw it with her own eyes that she realized that her worries were unfounded.

Even though she could only see them through the screen, she could still clearly call out the names of the familiar faces.

"Do you want to learn how to make bamboo weaving?"

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"It doesn't matter if you don't learn it once, you can learn it a few more times."

Lu Chen asked gently.

"Okay."

"We want to learn."

"Brother Lu will teach us again."

The people of Yuandong Village were happy.

Lu Chen taught everyone to make bamboo weaving, but not everyone planned to learn it.

Some people knew that they were clumsy and felt that they couldn't learn, so they simply went to split bamboo with Qin Shou.

Everyone has a clear division of labor, and in the evening, there are already some people who are skillful to learn.

Bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, bamboo dustpans, and a lot of various finished products are piled up.

"This is what I did, do you think it looks good?"

"It's pretty, but you see, mine isn't bad either."

"I didn't expect that I could still make such a thing, thanks to Brother Lu's patience."

"yes, I've learned a new skill again."

"In the future, I can use my own bamboo baskets, and I want to make a big bamboo basket."

The people of Yuandong Village were elated.

Lu Chen taught them to make some other things, most of which were daily necessities.

The people of Yuandong Village study very seriously, they are like a sponge, desperately absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

At this time, in a small mountain village.

On the edge of a large yard.

Lu Yongfeng carefully took out his newly made pottery from the kiln.

Gently brush the dust off the pottery, and the whole picture of the exquisite pottery is revealed.

It was a beautiful clay pot with sleek lines, delicate patterns, and impeccable detailing that all attracted attention.

And the most amazing thing is its gradient of colors.

The clay pot as a whole is brownish-red.

The lower half of the color is darker, leaning towards brown, and the further down the color is darker.

The upper part is reddish, and at the mouth of the can, the bright red is particularly eye-catching.

Corresponding to the gradient color is a phoenix with wings ready to fly.

Behind the phoenix, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

All the patterns correspond to the gradient colors one by one, so that the clay pot has a strong sense of layering.

It seemed to be not just an ordinary clay pot, but a work of art full of spirituality.

No matter how picky a person is, no matter from which angle he looks at it, he can't find any flaws in this clay pot.

"Great, I finally made it!"

Lu Yongfeng's face was full of excitement.

He has entered middle age, but at this time, he is like a child, jumping up excitedly.

He picked up the clay pot and rubbed it lightly with his fingers.

His eyes were full of fascination, as if he was looking at the goddess in his heart.

For an artist, every piece of his work is poured into his heart.

And this exquisite pottery has cost Lu Yongfeng countless efforts, and the more he looks at it, the more satisfied he becomes.

"This is the pinnacle of my work."

"It's the best pottery I've ever made in most of my life."

"I didn't expect that at my age, I could still break through."

The mood calmed down a little, and Lu Yongfeng sighed with emotion.

Over the years, Lu Yongfeng has traveled all over the country and has been concentrating on the study of pottery making.

Years of hard work have allowed him to reach a height that is difficult for others to achieve in pottery making.

He had thought that his level of pottery making was already high enough that there was nothing more to improve.

But by chance, he saw Lu Chen's video.

Although Lu Chen uses ancient methods to make pottery, there are also a small number of innovations.

When Lu Chen makes pottery, he does not stick to forms and rules.

He always finds the most suitable way to make the pottery better.

Lu Chen's video made Lu Yongfeng suddenly enlightened, and he suddenly found that he seemed to be framed by some kind of frame.

It turns out that there are countless possibilities for pottery making.

There is no end to the road of pottery making, and Lu Yongfeng feels that there is still a lot to learn.

"Thanks to Lu Chen, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have suddenly come to my senses."

Thinking of Lu Chen, Lu Yongfeng was very grateful.

"I was able to make such beautiful pottery, all thanks to Lu Chen."

"I have to thank him."

"I, an elderly person, usually don't play with mobile phones and don't touch the Internet, so I'm about to lose touch with society."

"I also have to keep up with the young people, so I'll make a video."

"It just so happens that this pottery is so beautiful, I have to show it on the Internet."

Lu Yongfeng thought about it and took the video seriously.

He shot his own work first, trying to get every detail in place.

It's just that his phone is very old and the pixels are not high.

And he usually uses a mobile phone too much, and his shooting skills are not good, so he is not satisfied with how he shoots.

Lu Yongfeng was a little worried, and suddenly a voice came from outside, "Dad! ”

It was Lu Yongfeng's son Lu Jingxuan who came back.

After graduating from university, Lu Jingshuo has been staying in the big city to work hard.

Except for the Chinese New Year, I usually don't go home at all.

"Why are you back?"

"Didn't you say that you are busy with work and don't usually have time to go home?"

Lu Yongfeng greeted him overjoyed.

His wife died of illness at an early age, leaving only her son.

Lu Yongfeng worked hard to raise his son, he hadn't seen his son for a long time, and he had missed his son for a long time.

"I figured it out, we have such a good craft, we can't waste it."

"Instead of being a social animal in a big city, it is better to accompany you and learn a craft from you."

"My dad's craft is amazing."

"My classmates and colleagues know that I am your son, and they all envy me."

"Didn't you want me to learn from you a long time ago, if I learn now, it's not too late, right?"

Lu Jingshuo asked with a smile.

In the past, he was in the midst of happiness and did not know the blessings, he was always envious of other people's parents for decent work and envy of other people's rich families.

Even occasionally, he secretly dislikes his father, who can only play with mud and has been dealing with dirt all his life.

Now that I think about it, he used to be too much of a thing.

After graduating from university, he stayed in the big city to develop.

However, life in the big city was not so easy, and he could barely breathe under the pressure of endless pressure.

Some time ago, Lu Chen broadcast the fire live, and his ability to make pottery was affirmed by his father.

Lu Jingshuo noticed Lu Chen because of this.

Later, intangible cultural heritage received attention and attention.

Lu Jingshuo also got the envy of countless people because of his father.

In this atmosphere, he got along, and he decided to go home and study with his father.

(End of chapter)