Jump out of the house and stand under the shade of the trees on the street.
The girl's beautiful and bright face, as well as her extremely slender and white legs under the fluttering dark skirt, are the highlights that attract passers-by to stop and look at her frequently.
It seemed like he was back to where he should be, back to where he should be, but Lu Miao felt like he couldn't adapt anywhere.
If she had been in the capital, in the capital city, from time to time, she might not be like this.
Now I am used to Dahe Village, and there are already familiar faces in the crowd.
Suddenly coming back here, facing the busy traffic and the dense crowds of people walking by on the street, Lu Miao didn't know how to get involved for a moment.
I don’t even know how to integrate.
Those glances that turned her head from time to time made her feel like an alien.
A misfit.
Lu Miao pulled the corners of her lips impatiently and slowly lowered her head.
It seems like my thoughts have changed at some point.
She doesn’t seem to like big cities that much.
To regain a firm footing.
It is really difficult to re-establish a new social circle.
……
Lu Miao was not interested in old movies at that time. Instead, she visited the old alleys and Huaer Market in the old streets near her home for two days in a row.
The Flower Market was later called the Flower Market, but it was before the name was changed.
"Hua" comes from the meaning of hairpin flower, also called silk flower.
During the liberation period, it became a custom for Banner Han women to wear flowers, and a large part of the silk flowers came from this.
After the reform, "Huaer Zuo" and silk flower factory remained here, and many master craftsmen were hidden in the deep alleys.
The store may not look big, and you can't even tell it's a door curtain, but in fact, it's all export business. The immortal silk flowers with the label "Beijing Huaer" are exported to more than a dozen countries in Europe and the United States, bringing glory to the motherland and the capital.
There are old masters and apprentices in the alleys, but real young people rarely pay attention to these. At most, when passing by one day or on a whim, they will get involved in it because it "looks good".
Lu Miao is probably an exception. She has no other place she wants to go, or in other words, there is no other place to go. For several days in a row, she goes to spend time in the flowers after breakfast every day. Go home for dinner later, and then go back after eating.
A few masters organizing supplies outside frequently looked at her sideways, thinking that she wanted to learn but was too shy to speak, so they took the initiative to invite her to sit in the inner room.
What do you say?
The disciples of the church starve to death of the master, and the craftsmanship of the old profession cannot be easily passed on to others.
These words are also related to the times, such as the current era.
People have beliefs in their hearts and have different ideas. When fewer and fewer people know and know this craft, in order to pass it on, some things are actually not so particular.
Lu Miao originally got involved in it to kill time, but unexpectedly, she was led to the small operating table by the enthusiastic master.
I briefly popularized the history of a series of silk flowers, and was guided to make several five-petal peach blossoms.
Holding a few small white flowers, Lu Miao felt a little carried away: "Are these really made by me?"
The old master wearing an honest gown on one side smiled and said: "Can it be fake?"
Lu Miao opened her round lychee eyes and looked over.
The old master gently patted her shoulder, pointed at the small white flower in her palm and said:
"This is not a finished product yet, it just made a "shape", and there are more things behind it. Color, assembly.”
Lu Miao nodded and listened carefully. The old master continued: "There are many types of silk flowers. This is Tongcao. The color of Tongcao flowers is either in the form of paper at the beginning, or it is like this now."
"Shape Different, the coloring materials are also different.”
Lu Miao thought about it and asked: “Is it more convenient to choose different coloring materials for different forms?”
“ Not really.”
The old master was amused by her, "Before making the flowers, you can dye the entire paper with watercolor, but after the flowers are made, the wet watercolor will deform the shaped petals."
"In the past, dyeing was mostly The old method has become more developed now. After shaping the flower shape, you can use oil paint, which can not only maintain the shape of the flower, but also bring out the vivid colors."
Lu Miao nodded thoughtfully.
The old master looked out the window and it was getting late. He patted her shoulder and said, "Take these flowers back. If you are interested, you can come over and grind them more in the future."
Tongcaohua It is probably also a kind of intangible cultural heritage. Lu Miao cherishes the flawless white peach blossoms very much.
He stood up slowly and bowed deeply to the old master, "Thank you."
The old master smiled and waved his hand, "Go ahead."
Back in the Lu family courtyard, Lu Miao Go back to the room and rummage through the cabinets.
Not finding a suitable small box, she took out the cans and bottles containing hairpins and headbands from the drawer and put the few flowers in them.
Just when Tang Mei came to knock on the door, Lu Miao was startled, "What's wrong, little aunt?"
"You kid, you've been back for a few days, how come you're still alive? The slightest movement scares you."
Lu Miao smiled dryly and said nothing.
Tang Mei smiled and said: "Come and wash your hands, we will eat soon!"
Lu Miao put away the cans and bottles and said hurriedly: "I know little aunt, I will come."
< br>The fried noodles for dinner, the cooked meat sauce is served with the noodles. After one bite, it smells of green onion, sauce, meat, salty and noodles. It tastes delicious no matter how you eat it.
When you get tired of eating, there are clean and watery cucumbers on the table to clear your mouth.
Lu Yuanzheng was not serious after get off work, so Tang Mei told Lu Miao to eat first.
Lu Miao had just taken two bites when she saw Lu Yuanzheng walking towards the main hall while unbuttoning the tunic suit at the collar.
It seems that he smelled it, and he joked as soon as he came in:
“Oh, it’s good for my daughter to be at home. Your aunt finds this fried noodles so laborious that she makes it in a year. Not twice.”
Tang Mei glared at Lu Yuanzheng, brought a bowl of noodles and placed it where Lu Yuanzheng usually sat.
“Stop talking now, eat quickly, the noodles will become too thick and you won’t be able to mix them.”
Tang Mei was going to do other things again, Lu Miao quickly grabbed her hand: " Auntie, sit down and eat together, and I’ll clean up with you later.”
Tang Mei couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "Okay, aunt is going to serve it. Come sit down and eat together."
When walking out, Tang Mei couldn't stop talking happily: "Xiaobao is really When you grow up, you all know how to feel sorry for others.”
Lu Miao blushed for a while.
Lu Yuanzheng skillfully mixed the noodles at the table and took two bites to temporarily relieve some of the hunger in his abdomen. He raised his head and looked at Lu Miao:
"Xiaobao, at the campus autumn sports meeting tomorrow, you and dad will Let’s go and watch the fun together. That little skirt you wore last time, Dad. If it looks good, just wear that.”
After a few days together, Lu Miao gradually adapted to her position at home, and retorted coquettishly:
“I can wear whatever I want. What, dad, you are becoming more and more strict now, do you have to control this?”
Lu Yuanzheng smiled: "Okay, okay, you can wear whatever you want, okay? In short, you should tidy up. Dad is the principal after all. You can't embarrass dad."
Lu Miaoao Jiao nodded, indicating that she was willing to cooperate. (End of this chapter)