The old man's answer disappointed him, and it was a matter of course, after all, this was an ordinary old man, not a master who traveled to the world to experience the red dust, how could there be so many bloody plots.

"Young man, don't disturb the old man, I'm working, come, give you this, take it and play with it......"

The old man picked up a small stone sculpture from the side, stuffed it into Zhou Sheng's arms, and sent him aside.

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Sitting on a rough stone with your fingers touching the rough stone carving.

Engraving is an art.

It can allow people to record the emotion of that moment, which is a kind of nicking, an imitation, and a kind of creation of heaven and earth.

In this process of creation, you can play freely and fully display your image.

Similar to keeping a diary, you can show your deepest feelings, regardless of whether it is good or bad, as long as you can vividly express your feelings.

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Looking at a stone lizard that is 10,000 feet tall next to it, pounce, flick its tail, and pounce forward. From these body movements, it can be guessed that the lizard is hunting.

Feel the mood of the person who sculpts.

Most sculptors are contaminated with fame and fortune, either for fame or money, and there are too few people who are truly sincere in this industry.

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Zhou Sheng had an impulse to create, and he wanted to carve his own works.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

A variety of carving knives should also be prepared. Some carving knives are used to draw horizontal lines, some are picked, horizontal and vertical and macro subtle carvings are used with different carving knives.

Soak up the atmosphere of the beating stones around you. The flame of creation burns in the veins.

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A fee was paid. Those useless stone materials can be used as they like.

Some of the surrounding rocks are huge. Towering into the clouds, bigger than a universe. Some are small and require a real eye to see.

Stone is the most basic material used for carving.

It is also possible to carve with metal and wood ingredients, this industry, in the final analysis, is to let the carver show his inner creation and touching, free to sway, deliberately artificial, just insulting the carving itself.

Close your eyes. Gently touch the stone with both hands, feel its texture, its roughness and delicacy, and choose the most suitable stone in your heart.

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Follow the feeling of the heart, don't care about its roughness or shape, as long as you like it, as long as you have a touched liliang, so everything is enough.

Slowly, he was already immersed in the process of perceiving the stones, and he could feel the mood of these stones.

Some of the stones are buried in the deep sea. Born in the process of geological evolution, no one cares. Later, it was erupted by a volcanic eruption, forming granite, volcanic rock......

Most of these stones are used to pave the ground, and when they are stepped on, they are crying.

There are also stones born on the high mountains, absorbing the essence of the five mountains, the splendor of heaven and earth, giving birth to the fetus of the gods, and achieving the beauty of the jade.

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He touched a rough stone, and the moment his fingers touched the surface of the stone, he felt his heart pulsate with the stone.

The stones came from an ordinary mountain, mined with explosives, and then piled up in a storehouse in obscurity.

Later, the stone was used as the cornerstone of the roadside, and it was beaten by the wind and rain, and the rough shape was not shaped, and it was also sharpened more rounded and smooth.

Destiny is a changeable thing, the fate of life and non-life cannot be determined, and the direction of the future is ever-changing.

Many years later, the stone was sent for scrap for the carvers to practice.

But even the most ordinary sculptor would not look at this ordinary stone.

It is indeed ordinary, nothing special. But Zhou Sheng chose it, this is the feeling, the fate between life and non-life.

Fate comes and goes, and in the end it is still in a fate word.

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Zhou Sheng opened his eyes, touched the stones, and pressed his cheeks against the cold stones, feeling very reassured.

"It's you, you're my first work, let's witness the brilliant ...... together"

After washing your hands, burning incense, and washing your body and mind, you pick up a carving knife and lightly scratch the surface of the stone, and a large piece of stone is suddenly cut out.

The port follows the texture of the stone itself, although the technique is immature, but it contains a sincere heart......

A little bit of stone chips were dug out and scattered all over the ground, and this ordinary stone slowly changed its appearance.

Zhou Sheng could feel its surprise, and it seemed that someone finally recognized its value, even if it was a stone, he didn't want to be unknown, but wanted to realize the value of his own existence.

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Day and night, immerse yourself in the process of creation.

There is also a day and night on the floating mountain, and when night comes, those Eternals will gather their own brilliance, leaving Shijie in darkness.

Darkness is a good time for living beings to rest, and it can relax the nerves.

Gentle snoring, only glowing gems sporadically illuminate the darkness, everything is full of warmth.

The tip of the iceberg of Shinto civilization, at this moment, is beautiful, dreamy, and a dream country that people like.

There are also dogs barking and cats barking in the city, accompanied by snoring, which makes people calm from the bottom of their hearts.

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The stone factory is surrounded by a small country, and there is a small lake not far from the place where Zhou Sheng immersed himself in carving.

The lake is sparkling and has a large field of reeds at the edges.

The breeze blew, and there was a faint singing:

Let's swing the oars,

The boat pushes away the waves,

The beautiful white pagoda is reflected in the sea.

It is surrounded by green trees and red walls.

The boat floats gently,

A cool wind was blowing in your face.

The fish in the water look at us,

Quietly listen to us sing happily.

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After finishing the day's homework, the red scarves went home together and left the campus with green trees and red walls.

The lime powder on the walls of the campus corner is peeling, and the white tower by the lake not far away is singing silently in the sunset.

Listening to the singing, Zhou Sheng recalled that in the past, his previous school career was also full of happiness, although he grew up in the civilization of gods and demons, but he preferred this kind of atmosphere full of the new era.

I fantasize about growing up on campus, catching crickets with my classmates, skipping classes, and cutting grass.

After class, I wiped the blackboard, and the chalk powder on the blackboard dyed my hair white.

The old tables and chairs are shabby, the books are neatly arranged on the table, the beautiful stationery boxes, the pencils and erasers......

Now in a foreign country, the world is impermanent, only the messy sycamore leaves are telling the desolation~~

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The stone in his hand also gradually changed, one looked very ugly, the technique was very immature, there were many mistakes in the stone carving of the old turtle, and there was a tablet on it.

The old ghost stele.

On the tablet is an image of himself, which he looked like a long time ago when he was a student, some old green cloth cotton jackets, yellow and thin due to malnutrition.

This is the tombstone he prepared for himself, there is no epitaph, let future generations comment on the merits and demerits......

He has done good things and bad things in his life, and it is difficult to distinguish whether a person is haode or bad.

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Blood blisters were ground out in the palms of the hands, picked with the tip of a needle, squeezed out the pus and blood, and washed in the lake.

I washed my face, sat on the shore, and watched the boat at sunset on the lake, the elementary school student who didn't know the taste of sorrow opposite, and the shadow of the white tower was reflected on the lake.

"I'm going to be the greatest master carver......," he said to himself, as the refreshing breeze blew his cheeks.

Although his works look good, they are very immature, and their techniques are not mature enough, and they lack tempering.

Although the stone carving of the old man is very rough, it has a heavy emotion precipitated in it.

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"Old man, I want to learn stone carving from you......"

Bow sincerely, and the master is the teacher.

The old man smiled, and the movements in his hands were still unhurried.

"I don't know how to do any stone carving, I carve it myself, and I don't want to give it away for nothing. This stone sculpture is famous. With fame, no matter how bad your work is, it will be placed in the exhibition hall, and those shortcomings will be perceived as deliberately made, a deliberate advantage......"

"No fame, no matter how good your work is, set up a stall on the street, get up early and be greedy for night, no one will care about it for a penny or ten......"

The old man laughed, but this is the truth, this is the truth of this shijie, and the truth of all shijie......

"People see things differently. The so-called spicy wine is to high rollers, sweet wine is to sick guests, and turbid wine is to lay guests. I'm a layman, I only want my own carving, and I only want the right taste of the glass of turbid wine......"

"Hey, it's useless, it's good to be proficient in carving, I've been doing this all my life, and my ancestors have eaten this bowl of rice for generations, but now I don't do this. If you want to learn carving, you can go to Master Akol, gild it, and become his student, and you can wrap it with a layer of gold even if you are a stone slag, and it will be glittering ......"

"What is the use of gold and jade, I want to learn real carving. The old gentleman has been immersed in it all his life, enough to be my teacher. What I want to learn is your craft......"

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The setting sun shone on the old man's cheeks, gilding them with an orange glow.

"If you want to learn to sculp, you have to find the feeling first, and only if you really love it, can you carve something that moves you. Don't care what other people think, even if everyone thinks your work is rubbish, but as long as you think it's haode, that's enough......"

"Go find the feeling, you don't feel it deep enough, you haven't really 'understood' the craft......"

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Zhou Sheng looked at the sunset and muttered: "What does it feel? Is it moved or bloody, or is it the passion of creation......

He swam across the small lake in a boat and came to the White Pagoda opposite. (To be continued......)