I'm really immortal

Chapter 249 Tanabata
Liu Yuewang didn't add it right away, because she still needed a little time to express her behavior of going to her daughter "An Nuan" to ask for a number, which the other party might guess. If she added it right away, wouldn't it mean that she remembered him? number, or is there any direct way to see it, for example, she herself is "An Nuan" or something...

Five minutes later, Liu Yuewang submitted the friend verification.

Liu Changan had already shut down his phone again, and he didn’t see him right away. He was wandering around the campus like a small green town. The newly built inter-campus driveway used asphalt mixture. In Liu Changan’s opinion, the color and structure of this material were very different. It's beautiful, if you look at it carefully, if you can cut out an area and mosaic it, as a work of art in the style of material science, it will be more beautiful than many scribbled paintings with unknown meanings.

After walking for a while, Liu Changan sat in the shade of a tree by the side of the road and watched for a long time the asphalt road, scattered dead leaves, tires of passing vehicles, the girl’s white shoes and half socks, each picture was full of life. Therefore, in addition to hype and money laundering, most of the pursuit of modern art works comes from the shallowness of aesthetics and the lack of ability to discover beauty.

The more people have the ability to appreciate and discover beauty, the less they need to frequently participate in some seemingly elegant activities to improve themselves and show that they can catch up with the temperament of the elegant class in this respect.

When Liu Changan feels lonely, he will be quiet, like an observer in this world, or he will blend in inconspicuously, no different from the slowly passing ants or the falling branches and leaves.

Until he saw a beautiful girl.

She is tall, and her slender legs seem to occupy the vast majority of her entire height, unlike many girls whose upper body is too proportionate, even if she is tall, her legs are not long enough, her waist is slender but has a round movement Feeling, perfectly connected to the hip line, there is always a feeling of jumping and jumping when walking, the sun and the shade are intertwined, as if the beauty of time travels, the two ponytails hanging behind the ears are slightly fluttering and disordered , she flicked her fingers casually, raised her head and straightened her fluffy bangs, the corners of her mouth slightly raised sweetly as if thinking of something, then picked up her mobile phone and dialed a call, with some reproachful expressions on her face, hum Humming, he turned around again, unlocked a shared bicycle, and stepped on the pedals to shuttle between the tree-lined driveways without seeing any shadows.

Time has always been limited, and it is easy to ecstasy when parting at leisure.Don't resign frequently at the feast of wine and songs.

The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more.It's better to take pity on the person in front of you.

Liu Changan stood up and stretched himself.

How can a man relieve his sorrow?Not Du Kang, only girls.

Liu Changan found a remote corner, relieved the state of his face, walked through the teacher's quarters in the 90s, and then walked to the side of the road, and continued to walk back on the asphalt mixture that he thought was beautiful.

I remember 30 or [-] years ago, many asphalt roads became soft and warm when stepped on in summer, and there were urchins wearing sandals running around on them, and the shoes even got stuck and caused a tragedy .

Liu Changan returned home and changed his clothes. His things were mainly stored in the utility room downstairs, and the bed was not moved up.

He took out his big oiled paper umbrella, and then removed the umbrella surface. As a man, the gaudy umbrella surface is certainly not his aesthetic, and the black and gray umbrella surface is not suitable for girls.

Qixi Festival is coming soon, Liu Changan is going to give An Nuan an oiled paper umbrella made by himself.

Modern people celebrate Qixi Festival, because there is no traditional Qixi Festival atmosphere where girls are the protagonists, and there is no activity of begging for cleverness and worshiping the seventh sister. It has developed into a festival that is no different from Valentine's Day in February, and has been met by many so-called revivalists of traditional culture. The objection and ridicule of the communicators are actually just a sense of superiority attached to what they do, which is neither noble nor interesting, and even a little stupid without knowing it.

Nothing is static, and any symbolic meaning may change with the passage of time, just like Qixi Festival originally originated from the worship of natural astronomical phenomena, and then because of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Qixi Festival endowed it with the influence of love.

Liu Changan didn't care about these things, thinking that An Nuan might care about the first Valentine's Day after the two officially got together, Liu Changan made preparations.

The traditional oil-paper umbrella is actually a very troublesome thing to make. Its process is very complicated. The traditional method often has eighty or ninety processes. This kind of product is not a work without an assembly line, but the assembly line means uniform specifications and materials Uniformity, uniform shape, as an exquisite gift requirement, it lacks some meticulous consideration.

Bamboo selection is the basis of making oil-paper umbrellas. At present, if you want to select bamboo that meets the requirements in Junsa, you can only cut it in botanical gardens with decades of history.

Liu Chang'an thought for a while, but this kind of thing should not be done, it is not in line with the core values ​​of socialism.

Of course, the most important thing is that after the bamboo is selected, the bamboo used as the skeleton not only needs to be soaked in water for a long time, but also needs to be dried and polished, which cannot be completed quickly.

Of course, it is impossible to choose new bamboo, so I have to use this oil-paper umbrella made of bamboo material carefully selected by Mr. Ye Chenyu, which is currently extinct, as the basis.

Old Mr. Ye Chenyu was once a financial and business giant, and when it was passed to Professor Liu, there was only one umbrella left.

Professor Liu is not such a prodigal, just because it was the national grain work during the public ownership system. He has no ambition to make progress when he receives food stamps, meat tickets, cold drink tickets and the like every month. All that is left to Liu Changan is the rattan box and ancestral Umbrellas are gone.

Liu Changan didn't cherish the ancestral umbrellas at all. As long as his little girlfriend was happy, he could tear down the umbrella made of bamboo that Ehuang and Nvying shed tears on.

Just to use an analogy, this umbrella certainly has not been stained with the tears of Ehuang and Nvying.

His umbrella is too huge, and it has to be dismantled and remade.

"Brother Chang'an, are you going to light a fire?"

Zhou Dongdong ran over with a small white airplane wing on his back, and asked with great interest.

"Which eye of yours sees me ready to light a fire?"

"This one and this one." Zhou Dongdong took off Ultraman's mask and pointed to his two eyes.

"I'll burn Zhou Dongdong to eat."

"I don't taste good!" Zhou Dongdong wasn't very scared, because Brother Chang'an knew how to eat all day long. If he was delicious, he would have eaten him long ago.

"Do you know why I often cook delicious food for you?" Liu Changan put down the oil-paper umbrella, pinched Zhou Dongdong's fleshy cheek and asked.

"Because I'm quick-witted and brave?" Zhou Dongdong said uncertainly. Of course, he was quick-witted and brave, but he wasn't sure about Brother Chang'an's reason.

"Because you don't taste good now, so feed you more delicious food, and you will become delicious, and then I will eat you." Liu Changan let go of Zhou Dongdong's face.

Zhou Dongdong turned around and ran. Fortunately, he had wings today, so he ran faster.

"I'll make fried loach later."

Zhou Dongdong ran back again. Anyway, he is not delicious now, and eating a little loach will definitely not make it delicious immediately.

　This article fully proves that Zhou Dongdong is a witty and brave child, who witty analyzes the current situation and situation, and bravely faces the terrible future.

　　
　
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