Jinghua Tianjiao

After taking a nap in the studio, Du Juan was full of energy.When I got home, I smelled the smell of mutton scorpion before entering the door. I don’t cook mutton scorpion much at home on weekdays. What’s the good thing today?However, the strong soup and mutton flavor aroused Du Juan's taste buds, and she rushed to the kitchen, "Mom, what day is it today, do you want to cook lamb and scorpions?"

Seeing Du Juan's energy, Yuyan said, "I'm off work, I'm back late today."

Du Juan replied, "Talked about work with Xinxin."

"It's just right, call Xinxin quickly and ask her to come over and eat together." Swift said enthusiastically
"Okay, I'll fight right now."

Du Juan dialed Wen Xin's number. Wen Xin was driving on the second ring road this time. Seeing the call coming, she pressed the speakerphone, "Juan'er, what's wrong."

Looking at the steaming mutton scorpion in the pot, Du Juan swallowed, "Xinxin, have you gone far? My mother has stewed mutton scorpion. Come over to my house and eat some."

"No, Juan'er, I'm on the second ring road this time. I just drove in, and I'm afraid there will be a traffic jam ahead." Wen Xin looked at the red taillights in front of her, and then looked at the time on the car. It was almost 07:30 It was the evening rush hour, and looking at the road that was not clear, Wenxin said again, "We won't pass this time, Juan'er, please thank Auntie for me, hurry up and eat."

"There's a traffic jam, oh, there's nothing wrong with that. All right, I'll bring you there after I get to work tomorrow, and I'll let you eat this lamb scorpion no matter what." After Du Juan finished speaking, she paused for a while and said, "Then don't Excuse me for driving, Xinxin, pay attention to safety on the road."

"Come on, let's do this first, hang up, I will move forward two steps."

Hearing Wenxin hung up the phone, Yuyan also heard a thing or two, "Oh! If I knew I would call you in advance, you could just bring her here."

"It's okay, Mom, I'll take her there tomorrow."

Swift nodded, picked up a spoon to beat off the floating mutton foam, put seasoning in it, and then said, "This sheep scorpion was brought over by your father's old buddies, who said they went to the dam a few days ago , and the sheep scorpion bought over there. I brought some for our family, which is estimated to be enough for two meals, and there are still some in the refrigerator."

"Sheep scorpion is very good. Mom, is there enough food at home? Shall I buy some?"

"That's enough. I still have the leftover vegetables. In the afternoon, I bought some wide noodles, potatoes, and white tofu. That's about it."

"Where's my dad, hasn't come back yet?"

Swift was busy picking vegetables, and Du Juan washed her hands and started to help. Her mother said, "I went out in the afternoon. The hospital's purification equipment arrived, and their elder brothers went to install it. But Juaner, how about you?" Needless to say, I used to think that your dad’s old colleagues didn’t pay much attention, but this time the equipment arrived, and these jobs are still done by the old men. We don’t understand what you mean by installing equipment. They seem to have called A few masters said that the old director introduced them, but this equipment is not so easy to install, and I am afraid it will take two or three days to use it."

"So, Mom, you just let go of my dad and let him play freely."

Swift's face was flushed by the heat, and the sound of gurgling in the pot overwhelmed Du Juan's voice. I don't know if her mother heard it. They can do it themselves, and when your dad's medicated food shop opens, I'll go to help the workers and do odd jobs."

"Don't tire yourself out, Mom. But when Dad's shop opens, our family will be making intangible cultural heritage, and medicinal food is also a kind of intangible cultural heritage."

When the girl said this, Swift was overjoyed, "There are so many types of intangible cultural heritage, and we as a family can make two kinds, which is also our blessing."

"Mom, the equipment brought by the hospital this time probably didn't cost much, and Dad didn't say how much. If I thought it wasn't enough, I'll think of a way."

"Don't worry about it, your dad can take care of it." Yuyan said, "When they came just now, I heard that they wanted to contribute money to the courtyard, and the courtyard didn't want it. How about your dad and that old brother? I'm discussing about donating to the hospital's public welfare foundation, I'll see if I want to go and have a look tomorrow."

Du Juan, who was fascinated by the delicacy of the sheep scorpion, heard her mother mention the word "Ming'er", and then suddenly remembered the matter of Wangfu Wenchuang, "Oh! Mom, I almost forgot about the important thing. Dad, you Don't go. The official website of Wangfu Wenchuang will be launched tomorrow afternoon, and we are invited to come over. I have made an appointment with Xinxin, and three people will come from our studio, me, Xinxin, and you."

"Wangfu Wenchuang has made a big move. It seems that this year is a good year for intangible cultural heritage!" Yuyan said so, but when it came to going to the scene, she declined, "If you want to go, I won’t go. Studio Nana, Gesang, and Li Wei’an, let them go with you, they are all young people who need such opportunities.”

"Mom, you can go. We have made arrangements for the others. We will all be together at the dinner party." As soon as Du Juan talked about the plan with Wen Xin, her mother understood.

Upon hearing that Li Wei'an was invited alone, my mother was immediately shocked, "It's reasonable for him to be invited, he can be regarded as a big brother who lives behind our house, come on, well, hurry up and call your dad and let him go home for dinner , the matter of this equipment is slowly being resolved."

The smell of sheep and scorpions overflowed, and Du Juan was about to drool, so she had to endure a few sips and call her father before talking.The setting sun is setting, and the kitchen is reflected through the shadow of the tree, which is golden.Outside the courtyard, the old Hutong Street, along the asphalt road of the subway station, there are endless pedestrians; beyond the bustling, it is another scene of the village in the city.There are many more people than on the road. Takeaways, couriers, and masons in work clothes flocked into the community. The urban village where Amina lives is the busiest at this time.

With a rumbling stomach, Amina walked quickly.Pedestrians on the road looked at their mobile phones and moved forward slowly, some simply sat on the side of the road to rest their feet, and some drove an electric car and honked the horn all the way to walk in a snake shape.In front of the fast food truck outside the store, Amuna said, "Auntie, make a box lunch, one meat and one vegetarian, one box of rice, roasted eggplant and fish-flavored shredded pork."

"Just got off work, the new octopus tonight, would you like some?"

"No, Auntie, that's all."

That's it for dinner.Two white foam lunch boxes, vegetables on the bottom, rice on the top, a pair of disposable chopsticks, Amina has lived like this for many years.

Back at the rental house, a heat wave hit as soon as the door was opened.She quickly looked for the remote control of the air conditioner, turned it on and changed the mode to dehumidification, saving as much as possible.Just about to open the lunch box, the phone rang at this moment.It was that number again, Amina got used to it naturally, "I will call the money as soon as possible, don't call me again."

"As soon as possible when? When I called you last time, I asked you for [-] yuan, and you only gave [-] yuan. When will you give the remaining [-] yuan? If you haven't called home for such a long time, is it possible that we You don't care about the lives of the couple?" On the other end of the phone was Amina's father

"I'll call as soon as possible!" Amuna hung up the phone, looking at the half-opened lunch box, she lost her appetite instantly.

She sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a long time.After reading and looking at the paintings standing by the wall, she dug out the contract Zhuo Hao gave her from the pile of manuscript paper on the table, looked at Zhuo Hao's contact information on the first page, and picked up her mobile phone to call.

"Hey, Mr. Zhuo, I've made up my mind, and I agree to sell paintings."

The phone call from her hometown completely crushed Amina, and at the same time crushed her faith.Since Du Feng came into contact with her, Amina really struggled for a long time whether to sell the paintings or not.She knew that Du Feng wanted to protect her, but now she only felt that she owed Du Feng even more.

These young people in Beijing are full of affection and love, rushing to the future and career. How can the culture of old Beijing be explained clearly by a "baby"-inheriting intangible cultural heritage, silk and silk figurines-"Jinghua Tianjiao" is constantly exciting, Thank you for reading