Jump out of the house and stand in the shade of a tree on the side of the street.

The girl's beautiful and bright face, as well as the extraordinarily slender and fair-skinned calves under the light and fluttering dark skirt, are all highlights that attract passers-by to stop and pay attention.

It seemed as if he was back where he should be and where he should be, but Lu Miao felt uncomfortable anywhere.

If she had been in the capital from the moment she had crossed, in the capital city, she might not have been like this.

Now I'm used to the big river village, and I already have a familiar crowd of faces.

Suddenly returning here, facing the busy traffic, facing the dense crowd walking by the street, Lu Miao didn't know how to get involved for a moment.

I don't know how to fit in.

Those glances that would turn her head from time to time made her feel like an outlier.

Outliers out of place.

Lu Miao pulled the corners of her lips unbearably and slowly lowered her head.

It's as if the mind has changed at some point.

She doesn't seem to like big cities that much.

To regain your footing.

It's really hard to re-establish a new social circle.

……

Lu Miao was not interested in the old movies at this time, and she went around the old alleys and the flower market in the old streets near the anti-house for two days in a row.

The flower market was later called the flower market, and now it is before the name change.

"Flower" is taken from the meaning of hairpin, also called silk flower.

During the liberation, it became a custom for Qihan women to wear flowers, and a large part of the silk flowers came from here.

After the reform, there are more "flower making" and silk flower factories here, and many craftsmen and masters hide in the deep alleys.

It seems that it is not big, and it is not even possible to see that it is a curtain storefront, but in fact, it corresponds to the export business behind it, and the eternal silk flowers are exported to more than a dozen countries in Europe and the United States, winning glory for the motherland and the capital.

There are masters and apprentices in the alleys, but real young people rarely pay attention to these, at most when they pass by one day or on a whim one day, they will get involved in it because they are "good-looking".

Lu Miao is probably an exception, she has no other place to go, or there is no other place to go, she goes to Hua'er every day after breakfast for a few days, and when she arrives at dinner, she goes home to eat, and then goes back after eating.

Several masters who sorted out the consumables outside frequently looked at her, thinking that she wanted to learn and was ashamed to speak, so they took the initiative to beckon her to sit in the room.

What is the saying?

The apprentices of the church starved to death of the master, and the craftsmanship of the old profession should not be easily passed on.

These words are also linked to the times, such as the current era.

People have beliefs in their hearts and different ideas, and when there are fewer and fewer people who know and know this craft, in order to pass it on, some things are actually not so exquisite.

Lu Miao originally got involved in it to pass the time, but he was led to the narrow operation table by the enthusiastic master.

A series of silk flower history was popularized in the shallow science, and was guided to make a few five-petal peach blossoms.

Holding a few small white flowers, Lu Miao's whole person was a little fluttery: "Are these really made by me?" ”

The old master wearing an honest robe on one side smiled: "Can there be a fake?" ”

Lu Miao opened her round lychee eyes and looked over.

The master gently patted her on the shoulder, pointed to the small white flower in her palm, and said:

"This is not a finished product, but a "shape", and there is color and assembly in the back. ”

Lu Miao nodded and listened carefully.

The master continued: "There are many types of silk flowers, and this is Tongcao. Coloring is either in the original form of paper, or it is the way you are now. ”

"Depending on the form, the materials used for coloring are also different."

Lu Miao pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it more convenient to choose different colored raw materials because it is more convenient for different forms?" ”

"Not really."

The master was amused by her, "Before making flowers, you can use watercolor to dye the whole paper, but after making flowers, wet watercolor will deform the plastic petals." ”

"In the past, dyeing was mostly an old method, but now it is developed, and oil paint can be used after molding into a flower shape, which can not only maintain the flower shape, but also blur out the vivid color."

Lu Miao nodded thoughtfully.

The old master looked out the window and saw that it was getting late, patted her on the shoulder and said, "You can take these flowers back, if you are interested, you can come over and grind and grind more in the future." ”

Tongcao flowers are probably also a kind of intangible cultural heritage, and Lu Miao is very precious with white and flawless white peach blossoms.

Slowly got up and bowed deeply to the master, "Thank you." ”

The old master smiled and waved his hand, "Go ahead." ”

Back in the small courtyard of the Lu family, Lu Miao went back to the room and turned over the cabinets.

Unable to find a suitable small box, she cleared the cans and bottles containing hairpins and headbands in the drawer, and put the few small flowers in it.

Just as Tang Mei came over and knocked on the door, Lu Miao was startled, "What's wrong, little aunt?" ”

"You child, how come you are still alive after coming back for a few days? The slightest movement startles. ”

Lu Miao smiled dryly and didn't speak.

Tang Mei smiled: "Come and wash your hands, it's time to eat in a while!" ”

Lu Miao put away the canned food and bottles, and said busily: "I know the little aunt, I'll come." ”

The fried noodles eaten for dinner, the cooked meat sauce is accompanied by noodles, and the green onions, sauce, meat, salt, and noodles are fragrant in one bite.

If you are tired of eating, there are also cleaned and watery cucumbers on the table to clear your mouth.

Lu Yuanzheng didn't have a serious point after work, Tang Mei shouted at Lu Miao to eat first.

As soon as Lu Miao took two bites, he saw Lu Yuanzheng walking towards the main hall while unbuttoning the tunic at the neckline.

It seems to smell something, and as soon as people come in, they quip:

"Oh, it's good for my daughter to be at home, your little aunt is too hard to make this fried sauce noodles, and she can't make it twice a year."

Tang Mei glared at Lu Yuanzheng with disgust, and brought a bowl of noodles and put it in the place where Lu Yuanzheng usually sits.

"Don't talk about it yet, eat it quickly, you won't be able to mix it after a while."

Tang Mei was about to go to do something else, but Lu Miao quickly grabbed her: "Auntie sit down and eat together, and I'll clean up with you in a while." ”

Tang Mei couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "Okay, aunt go to Sheng, let's sit down and eat together." ”

When she walked out, Tang Meile couldn't stop chattering: "Xiaobao has really grown up, and he knows that he feels sorry for people." ”

Lu Miao blushed for a while.

At the table, Lu Yuanzheng skillfully mixed the noodles, and after eating two bites, he temporarily relieved some of the hunger in his abdomen, and he looked up at Lu Miao:

"Xiaobao, tomorrow the campus autumn sports meeting, you and your father will go to see the excitement. The little dress you wore last time, Dad looks good at it, so wear that. ”

After a few days of getting along, Lu Miao gradually adapted to the positioning at home, and puffed out her mouth and retorted squeamishly:

"I can wear whatever I want, Dad, you are getting wider and wider now, and you have to take care of this?"

Lu Yuanzheng smiled: "Okay, good, you can wear whatever you want, can you succeed?" Anyway, clean up neatly, Dad is the principal anyway, you can't disgrace Dad. ”

Lu Miao nodded arrogantly, meaning that she was willing to cooperate. (End of chapter)